Transmigrating into a book: After getting married, I found that the target of the strategy has chang

This was not the first time that Shen Mingjue had noticed those malicious gazes.

When he first started working as a "music prostitute", in the entire music house in the south of the city, except for the old lady who knew the inside story, everyone in his colleagues looked down on him and said he was lowly.

He had no choice.

After practicing day after day, perhaps because he was born to do this, he improved much faster than his peers and was the first to go on stage. In less than a year, the reward money alone was enough for food and clothing for him and his mother. But the good times did not last long. His mother's figure was out of shape after giving birth, and in order to support him, she did that kind of business. She had agreed not to do it anymore, but was taken to a gambling house by one of the patrons and became addicted to gambling.

No matter how well he sang, the money he earned in the South City Music Hall was not enough for his mother to gamble. The people in the music hall had gradually changed their views of him, thinking that he was hardworking, family-oriented, and studious and motivated. They helped him with everything from dressing up to promoting his performances. However... in order to earn more money to pay off the big hole, he still went to accompany his mother drinking.

When he was fourteen, he worked as a hostess for the first time. A stranger held him in his arms, toasting him and singing songs for him. Later, the guest got drunk and vomited all over him. He ran to the backyard in panic, but was poured cold water on by the sister of the same industry who had been very kind to him. His already thin clothes stuck to his body, and the smell of alcohol, vomit and the fragrance of the box mixed together, making it smell terrible.

"What the hell is running into the backyard?"

"Who did I think it was? Ming Jue finished so quickly? Men are better. If it were a woman, it would take another hour. Hehe..."

"You really haven't made enough money. You used to steal our business, and now you've even taken over the business of hostesses!"

"That's right. I think we should just open a brothel here. He can make more money there."

Shen Mingjue raised his head, feeling uncomfortable with his wet hair sticking to his face. He closed his eyes and listened to the wind blowing past his ears. It was clearly midsummer, but he felt like it was the winter solstice, freezing cold.

Last winter solstice, he and several sisters from the same profession made dumplings together. The white flour rubbed his nose, and all the girls in the house laughed at him. Now, half a year has passed, and everyone still laughs at him, but they won’t eat dumplings with him anymore.

From then on, he had to take on several jobs, from a prostitute to a waiter, and then to a hostess. Except for the difficult month at the beginning, people gradually ignored him and stopped bullying him.

Shen Mingjue was no stranger to this kind of mocking gaze, from the very first guest to his sister who was traveling with him. He was picked up by his father and brought to the general's mansion at the age of fourteen. Even though he had only worked as a hostess for half a year, this miserable life would be interpreted in a way that this group of children from aristocratic families would hear.

So he walked into the school and felt the contemptuous, erotic and sarcastic atmosphere again. He did not show any fear at all. He sat down with his back straight and pretended not to see it.

He arrived on time, and before the people behind him came over to cause trouble, the old man walked in.

Opening the notebook on the table, Shen Mingjue looked a little uncomfortable. His arms shook unconsciously due to anger, and the wolf-hair brush fell to the ground along with the sound of the old gentleman's lecture.

"Mr. Shen, do you have any objections to what I said?"

Shen Mingjue turned the page unnaturally and calmed down a lot. "Sir, I have no objection."

"Then please repeat the question I just asked."

He was speechless for a moment, and the people behind him burst into laughter.

Shen Mingjue frowned, "Sir, you just talked about the Chu-Han War and Xiang Zhuang's sword dance at the Hongmen Banquet."

The old man coughed twice and motioned him to sit down. "Don't make any noise next time. Mr. Sun in the back, you come and recite the content of the last class to everyone."

Sun Ci just laughed along, but he didn't expect that the teacher would call him immediately, and he felt miserable.

As Sun Ci stuttered and recited, Shen Mingjue looked at his textbook. In the place where he had originally written his essay, someone had maliciously written three words:

"Little, bitch."

It seems that everyone knows what happened in those years.

He dipped the brush into thick ink and painted on the surface without washing it until the words could no longer be seen.

"Sun Ci, I have been explaining this article for three days. Have you really reviewed it? It seems I need to ask your mother to come over!" The old man blew his beard and glared, obviously very angry.

Sun Ci was caught in the crossfire and was in great pain: "Sir, sir, I am a stupid student. Please give me another chance. Tomorrow, I will definitely memorize it! Don't ask my father to come!"

"Go back and copy it ten times and hand it in to me tomorrow. If you can't hand it in, ask your mother to come over."

"Sir." Sun Ci had a sad face, thinking that if this matter were to get to his father's ears, he would inevitably be beaten. When he thought of this, his hands and buttocks ached.

For a moment, there was no more laughter, as everyone was afraid of offending the angry old man.

Following the sunlight to the empty seat next to him, Shen Mingjue suddenly felt a little regretful. If he hadn't lied yesterday, would he not be going to school alone today? No, maybe the prince knew that he had sung for others and lied in someone's arms to feed him wine, so he didn't want to see him and didn't come.