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

The principal, with a heartache, his aged face showing an expression on the verge of tears, nearly choked back a sob as he said with deep seriousness, "Student Bai, you should know that top ten universities around the world have extended their olive branches to you, right? You're a good student and should aim higher. Although as a principal I'll miss you dearly, if there's a prestigious university you're interested in, I'm willing to write you a recommendation letter."


His aged father was glaring at him with considerable dissatisfaction. The principal gave a somewhat helpless wry smile. He couldn't possibly prevent a good student from becoming even better, could he?


Bai Chuwei propped her chin, sighing, "Principal, it seems you always treat my words like they're nothing but wind."


Bai Chuwei: "I remember telling you that Imperial University's ranking will make it into the top three within three years."


Chapter 658: A Bold Conjecture!