TFRLTOP Chapter 100 Part 1

Chapter 100 — The Young Master’s Fake Little Sister (13)

◎And she messed it up again◎

A (Classmate) was a bit good-looking but had a sharp tongue. He supposedly learned cello, but during a class talent show, he didn’t tune the strings correctly, and the glorious screeching like sawing wood made everyone remember him. Ming Ming referred to him as “Wooden Brother.”

Even though Wooden Brother repeatedly insisted that “Black Pearl” symbolized purity and intelligence—meaning clever, noble, and irreplaceable—Ming Ming still felt he was teasing her.

To be fair, at first she kind of liked the name. A black pearl might be dark, but it’s still a pearl.

Then one day she mentioned to Xiao Yunmu that someone in class called her “Black Pearl,” and Xiao Yunmu actually snorted:
“A precious little black-skinned piglet, you mean?”

She was furious.

She ignored him for days—and ignored Wooden Brother, too.

Maybe because he realized how offended she was, Xiao Yunmu started personally applying face masks and whitening cream on her morning and night, and kept her covered in sunglasses, sun hats, sun shirts, and umbrellas. Eventually, the little tanned “piglet” returned to being a pale, soft little snow dumpling again…

But Ming Ming held a grudge.

Against Wooden Brother. Not her own brother.

B (Basketball Team Captain) was tall. He liked calling Ming Ming to watch him play basketball, but she hated getting sunburned. So he cordoned off the only shaded area by the court just for her and delivered milk tea and iced cola in person. Only then did Ming Ming reluctantly sit courtside.

He was trained, and he looked good when showing off on the court. Even though he always reminded Ming Ming of Song Junyi, the captain wasn’t pale—he had a wheat-colored complexion. So it wasn’t “substitute romance” material.

He especially enjoyed tossing his jacket to her under the admiring screams of his fangirls, or walking over to drink from Ming Ming’s half-finished water bottle.

She usually threw the bottle away afterward in disgust.

Which only earned her a wave of jealous glares from the fangirls.

So after practice, he had to apologize and buy her snacks to coax her.

C (Rich Kid from the Next Class) was someone Ming Ming initially disliked simply for being richer than her—his allowance was outrageous. But after half of his allowance went into feeding Ming Ming, and the other half went toward buying her homework, she stopped resenting him.

She still had no idea what good it did him to buy homework from a different class, though.

He constantly invited her out after school or on weekends. “Wanna go?” he’d ask. But Ming Ming’s history with boys was already “extensive,” and her brother absolutely forbade her from going out alone with any boy.

They chatted just fine online, though.

D (School Heartthrob from the Class Below) had the best looks of them all. Rumor had it he was mixed-race. Ming Ming mostly worried about how long his “peak beauty period” would last.

Whenever he tried to use his looks to win her over, she would gaze at him with genuine concern:

“What if you start aging after fifteen? And then by thirty you’re… uh… balding, with a big belly, and no more sunshine vibe…?”

The heartthrob asked coldly, “Were you trying to say something else?”

Ming Ming shyly covered her face. “Oh, so you know.”

Heartthrob: “…”

After that, he switched to a gloomy, brooding aesthetic.

But he also insisted on unbuttoning his white shirt every time.

Ming Ming stared for ages but didn’t see so much as a hint of abs or pecs.

Then the passing homeroom teacher covered her eyes, dragged her away, and called the discipline director to haul the heartthrob to the front flagpole to give a self-criticism speech.

During his speech, he tried several times to slip in a dramatic confession, but each time the mic cut off at the crucial moment.

He turned around—only to see the discipline director crouching behind him, unplugging the cable.

Someone knew him very well.

Oh, the discipline director was his second uncle.

E (The Fourth-Grader “Little Sickly Boy”) was slightly shorter than Ming Ming. She hadn’t taken him seriously at first. His eyes were unsettling—kind of sinister—yet he always smiled, which only made it creepier.

When he first hovered around her, she thought he was a harmless “smiling tiger.” But later, when she accidentally called him by her ex-boyfriend Duan Miao’s name, she saw his expression shift into something dark and chilling—slower and more dramatic than a TV scene.

Good grief, he’s an actual yandere type.

Scared her half to death.

He was also extremely good at subtle sabotage.

Not against Ming Ming—against others.

Because of the basketball captain’s flashy behavior around her, many of his fangirls resented Ming Ming. A few bold ones even tried pulling tricks—tripping her during runs, spilling red ink on her pants, pushing her on the stairs…

But every attempt somehow backfired before it happened.

For a while, Ming Ming kept witnessing people around her slipping up, getting embarrassed, tripping, or suffering random mishaps. She even started worrying that their bad luck was spreading to her, so she dragged Xiao Yunmu to a temple to get a protective charm.

Later, she learned all those people originally intended to target her—but the little sickly boy stopped them first.

She was moved to tears.

So she grabbed him and made him copy the temple charm by hand just for her.

It felt far more effective against bad luck.

At first, Ming Ming couldn’t be bothered to deal with any of them equally.

But over time, the rich kid and the little sickly boy figured out the right approach. They started earning her favor—and their treatment changed drastically.

For example, when she ran into people on campus, she would act like the others didn’t exist, but would greet the rich kid and even walk together with the little, sickly boy.

She’d look for the rich kid when she wanted snacks; she’d look for the little sickly boy when her right eyelid twitched.

With disparities like that, how could the others not get annoyed?

Especially the basketball captain. To this day, he couldn’t understand what he lacked compared to the rich kid—he bought plenty of snacks too!

So the boys began taking turns showing off every trick they knew, each trying to win Mingming’s favor while quietly bad-mouthing the others.

Mingming was delighted to… enjoy the show—no, watch the drama unfold—well… in any case, it was lively, and she thought it was wonderful.

The system asked her, “You’re really going to let them keep this up? Aren’t you afraid something will happen?”

Mingming answered calmly, “They know what they’re doing. They’ve already worked out their schedules from Monday to Friday—who appears on which day—and they always avoid direct conflict. What could happen?”

She paused. “As long as Xia Yumu doesn’t find out, it’s fine.”

That guy was becoming stricter and stricter with her.

Strict for absolutely no reason!

Mingming’s school life was going great. This harmonious chaos lasted all the way to sixth grade. No one broke the unspoken rules, and Mingming never let Xia Yumu catch even the slightest hint of what was going on.

Friends. They were all just friends.

Mingming had simply made a bunch of “very good friends” at school.

They just happened to all be handsome.

A circle of pretty-boy confidants!

Among the five, one person was… special. That was Woodblock Brother.