She Only Cares About Cultivation-Chapter 959 - 839: Super Star 13

Only demons who pass the assessment and emerge from the Demon World can achieve self-transformation, which means transforming at will. Presently, Hua Yan is still constrained by the rule of transforming at a specific time, which is a problem and the reason why she cannot stay at the school.

Hua Yan didn’t know her secret had been exposed, nor did she realize that the dog she inadvertently brought home was, in fact, the same type of being as her.

Before Tangyuan crossed over, Hua Yan herself was still a normal human being, but after Tangyuan’s arrival, due to the world of punishment, she was exceptionally turned into a demon.

There were no filming activities in August, so when Hua Yan needed to advance, she would just leave for a few days and only needed to ask Ning Hao to take care of Doudou.

The performance of the second palace intrigue drama was actually better than the first one, with an average monthly subscription exceeding 30,000, and sometimes reaching fifty thousand depending on the recommended slot. This isn’t an exaggeration because internet literature has been quite strong these years, not to mention channel fees.

Her stories are all very clean and meticulously written to avoid being extensively blocked post-2017 due to explicit content, making them hard to alter.

The readers who come to her stories naturally come for the plot and not for any so-called explicit content.

Although her scores aren’t the best on the site, they are definitely the most consistent, garnering a few die-hard fans.

With the channel fees, biannual bonuses, and other benefits added up in June, her two books earned nearly 600,000, doubling last year’s amount.

Moreover, after her old book finished, it continued to have a subscription of several thousand, even over ten thousand each month; the first batch of books from the publisher is already sold out, and the second batch is soon to be printed, earning her another publishing fee of 30,000.

Her piano teacher always encouraged her not to give up her current abilities and further develop professionally, introducing her to some more professional teachers in the industry. Hua Yan agreed wholeheartedly, feeling that it would be a waste to stop halfway after learning, so at the end of August, she accompanied her teacher to visit a teacher from the Central Music College’s Piano Department. After a live performance, the teacher immediately recognized her talent and agreed to take her on as a student.

Since it’s one-on-one tutoring with a professional teacher, Hua Yan’s lesson fee started at one thousand yuan per lesson.

The equivalent of one thousand yuan per hour, this teacher studied abroad and has considerable professional music proficiency, just shy of professor level, though it’s only a matter of time. Even though the lesson fee is quite high, after just half an hour, she already felt the kind of professionalism that amateurs couldn’t match.

She felt it was definitely worth the money.

Additionally, they preferred not to charge a large one-time fee, but rather per lesson, meaning Hua Yan could pay directly after class.

But with Hua Yan’s current ability, she could afford this one thousand yuan lesson fee, especially since it’s just one lesson per week, and the rest of the time she must rely on her practice. This is the hardship of learning music—without practice, it’s a waste, even if practicing more than six hours a day doesn’t seem excessive.

Professional students like them practice at least ten hours a day, which is normal, and the higher they go, the more demanding the requirements for the piano become.

The piano at Hua Yan’s home was over 300,000 yuan when bought, but the one in space exceeds one million yuan. Despite her hatred for her irresponsible father, she had to give him credit for not being stingy with education, besides disliking her being a girl, he wasn’t as bad as imagined.

Since the piano was of professional caliber, she just needed to have after-sales come and tune it periodically for it to be usable.

At the end of August, the teacher was finalized; specific class times would be confirmed with her in advance, rather than being set to a fixed day.

Beijing Fourth Middle School, a renowned school with national attention and a long history, is filled with brilliant students and immense pressure.

Even though Hua Yan possessed a rebirth constitution with multiple lifetimes of experience, she never underestimated her peers who could enter this school.

Beijing Fourth Middle School’s lower school division is north of Peace Street and south of Beihai Park, a quiet courtyard amidst chaos with an excellent location.

Honestly, her attendance at this school was recommended by the school itself, something she had never dared to hope for, and this is why the Ning Family valued her significantly, since entering this school was indeed quite impressive.

On August 20th, the school orientation included submitting documents, receiving uniforms, class assignments, dormitory assignment (excluding day students), obtaining meal cards, and other entrance procedures. Starting on the 21st, there is a one-week military training course for first-year students, a standard procedure for this historically prestigious school.

For this group born in the 2000s, the eldest could be 13, the youngest 11 or nearing 12—they’re only children, valedictorians brought up in greenhouses, and the military training intends to correct their pampered attitudes, marking their transition from pure primary students to secondary students.

Hua Yan wasn’t afraid of military training; middle school military training was far inferior to university, not to mention actual military training which was incomparable.

No wonder it’s a prestigious school, even the student numbers are controlled at thirty per class (fictional, don’t mind), and Four Middle School doesn’t have fast or slow classes because every class consists of top students selected from various schools, scrambled and divided into ten classes per grade, totaling three hundred students.

Four Middle School is divided into a middle and high school division; as long as Hua Yan maintains good grades, transitioning directly to high school division shouldn’t be a problem.

The uniforms for spring and autumn at Four Middle School are deep blue with a white base athletic style, summer ones are short sleeves and shorts, with shirts, sweaters, and down jackets for winter, along with matching pants, shoes, changing lockers, and storage lockers all prepared—absolutely luxurious. Oh, and add in clothing fees for the military training period; all these sundry fees add up to 3,000 yuan.

With so many types and itemized details, 3,000 yuan sounds like a lot, but after seeing every item listed in detail, it seems quite reasonable, considering access to the school’s library and extracurricular activity rooms is also factored in, representing the advantages of a historically prestigious school.

Comparing a top-tier school’s differences in a first-tier city to second, third, or even eighteenth-tier ones, it’s worlds apart.

Hua Yan thought of herself as no country bumpkin, yet in this historical school, she felt just like Granny Liu, finding everything incredible wherever she went.

On registration day, the morning was for handling procedures, and the afternoon required going to the class to collect books and recognize people, not only introducing themselves but also performing a program on the spot.

Hua Yan glanced around and noticed the self-assured air of students from a prestigious school, and their confidence was sky-high. Though not necessarily exceptionally handsome or beautiful, they had regular features, performed on stage with poise, and their introductions revealed their excellence. Judging by their attire, none were flamboyantly wealthy but came from at least moderately well-off families.

Despite the low-key athletic style, one set cost between one to two thousand or even higher, so compared to that, the school uniform fee of 3,000 yuan seemed mid-range.