Sweet Western Treasure

Bai Chuwei has lived for five thousand years, and after becoming an ancestor of all human beings, she descends the mountains and initiates the plot of a novel. 
A new female student is transferred into Henghua Secondary School Year 3. The young lady has bright eyes, white teeth, red lips and her appearance is similar to an immortal fairy. But unfortunately, she has Eighth-Grader Syndrome.
“The wealth of ten Duan Family added together does not even make up half of my combined wealth over the past five thousand years.”
“The first classic masterpiece of China? Oh I casually wrote that for fun two decades ago.”
“Scientific research isn’t comparable to flying in the skies with a sword. Today, this ancestor here shall teach everyone how to cultivate scientifically.”
The online lurkers reveal a snort of contempt and wait to see Bai Chuwei slapping herself in the face after acting so pretentiously. Eventually, the China Property Statistics Association reveals this particular information: The respected ancestor is the richest person in the world, owning the most number of gold mines, hundreds of islands, and countless property worldwide. 
China Writer’s Association: @Bai Chuwei, Respected ancestor, when will you continue updating your book after having stopped it for two centuries?

The Young Matriarch

Tong Qingyan's heart was filled with curiosity when a phone call came through, and she became a bit uneasy upon seeing that the caller ID was her counselor.


Her complexion immediately drained to a deep low, remembering how she used to be viewed as a model student by her teachers. Any time they sought her out, it was surely for something good. Now, however, whenever she received a phone call from a counselor or professors, she almost reflexively assumed that something had gone wrong.


And all of this was a "gift" from Bai Chuwei!


Tong Qingyan's expression was far from the previous warmth she showed her teachers, as she spoke in a flat tone, "Counselor, what can I do for you?"


The counselor exclaimed with delight, "Tong Qingyan, you have such a great relationship with the professors from the mathematics department? They've invited you to join them for a conjecture-solving conference; you might be the only student from the finance department!"


Chapter 633: Classmate Tong Seems to Have Some Poor Awareness