Chapter 197 - 103 Dew Affection Human Tragedy_4
Yun Ya smiled, "Yes, don’t be fooled by your brother always having a cold face, he actually has a child living in his heart, he has a sensitive and tender heart...."
Yan Ke glanced at the cellphone in his hand, his eyes rolling about as he said, "It sounds like you know my brother very well, but you’ve only met a few times. "
Yun Ya curved his lips, "We have known each other for a long time...."
Yan Ke scratched his head, "That’s true, you’ve known each other since you were kids, but people change after not seeing each other for ten years, are you so sure that my brother hasn’t changed?"
The girl’s beautiful profile outlined a gentle curve, like an ink painting landscape, exuding a marvelous scene and a peaceful, elegant mood.
"He has never changed."
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Yan Song hung up the phone and stepped out from behind the tree, Su Jun teased, "Little rascal, sneaking around just to make a phone call; tell the truth, was it your little sweetheart?"
Yan Song gave him a cold stare, "Watch your mouth."
With that, he slung his backpack over his shoulder, hands in his pockets, and walked along the campus boulevard bathed in the morning sun.
His tall figure and handsome profile became even more distinct under the sunlight.
The girls by the roadside covered their mouths and screamed, their eyes filled with infatuation.
Su Jun quickly caught up, casting him a glance, "Alright, alright, I misspoke; Master Yan, you needn’t take offense at the likes of me, okay?"
Yan Song ignored him, then, as if something came to mind, glanced sideways at him, "Which class is Song Yiren in?"
Su Jun couldn’t keep up with his train of thought. What does Song Yiren have to do with this? Doesn’t Yan Song normally look down on girls? Why would he suddenly ask about a girl?
He chuckled, "Are you...?"
Yan Song kicked out, "What nonsense are you thinking about all day long?"
Su Jun dodged and took a careful look at Yan Song, noticing his impatient expression, which dispelled his doubts.
Song Yiren was quite famous at school, for she always claimed to be Yan Song’s childhood sweetheart; word spread and soon the whole school knew that Yan Song had a childhood sweetheart named Song Yiren. The other girls gritted their teeth in envy but feared that she actually had a connection with their idol, so nobody dared to trouble her.
"She’s in Class Three of Grade Ten; but what do you want with her?"
At the next intersection, Yan Song turned directly toward the Grade Ten building. Su Jun realized this could be headline news and quickly followed.
With ten minutes left before morning self-study, the corridors were filled with students bustling about. There were those cleaning, those chatting and playing, and those who had just arrived with their backpacks. In the morning light, the young man appeared quite unexpectedly.
"Oh my God, am I seeing things? Is that Yan Song...? Why would he come to Grade Ten...?"
"So handsome, my idol, please accept my knees...."
Wherever Yan Song went, there was an uproar, leaving nothing in his wake.
Yan Song kept a cold face and walked on nonchalantly, oblivious to the hungry eyes from both sides. Su Jun, on the other hand, was all smiles as he greeted the young girls.
Su Jun was also well-known on the school hunk list; it was just that he had always been overshadowed by Yan Song. He was himself refined and courteous, very popular with the girls, and now several of them blushed as they looked at him.
"Hello, little junior sisters."
"Senior, hello...."
"What are you and Senior Yan Song doing here in Grade Ten?"
At that moment, Yan Song walked straight into Class Three of Grade Ten. The students in Class Three immediately went into a frenzy, especially the girls, who were like crazed fans. Then someone said, "Is he here for Song Yiren?"
"It’s possible; Song Yiren claims to be his childhood sweetheart. Besides that, I can’t think of any other reason."
Yan Song’s gaze swept the classroom and spotted Song Yiren in the corner of the second-to-last row.
His lips curved slightly, eliciting another wave of infatuated drooling. Yan Song walked in her direction.
Song Yiren had been chastised by Lady Song the previous night, told to go to the Yan Family with her after school and personally apologize to Lady Yan and Ji Yunya. Thinking about it made her feel sick. She hadn’t slept all night and came to school feeling out of sorts, without her usual radiant appearance.
Sitting at her desk and daydreaming, she suddenly heard waves of screams and frowned with irritation. What was all this fuss about?
Catching her off guard, she looked up and saw the young man walking towards her, step by step.
Bathed in the morning light, he was as beautiful as a Heavenly God, with a pair of limpid peach-blossom eyes, black and profound as if outlining arcs of mesmerizing flame, eyes that could entice a soul into willing surrender, without any regrets...