Chapter 201 - 103 Dew Affection Human Tragedy_8
"No need for big sister to say it, from the way you are now, it’s clear to see. With a little sister like you, how could big sister possibly be happy?"
Ye Xiaoxiao clenched her teeth and suddenly stood up, "Good for you, Ning Zihuan, are you seeking justice for your big sister? Married into our Ye Family for eight years and not a single child, does she even have the face to be happy?"
A vicious look flashed quickly across Ning Zihuan’s eyes as his thin lips slightly curved, "Miss Ye, you were the one who came up to talk to me, what, you can’t keep up the act anymore? I still need to study, I don’t have time to play with you."
He glanced at her, his eyes sarcastic and sinister, causing Ye Xiaoxiao to freeze on the spot as if doused with a bucket of cold water.
"I wish you find a satisfying husband in the future and lay a few more eggs."
"You..." Ye Xiaoxiao, red in the face with anger, was about to go up and teach this ignorant kid a lesson when the bell for class rang. Reluctantly, she left, throwing over her shoulder, "You just wait." and went to her own seat.
The boy disdainfully curled his lips, resting his cheek on his hand and gazing out the window.
As if thinking of something, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and his eyes softened for an instant, making him look like a pure and naive young man.
The girls who caught a glimpse of him couldn’t help but have their hearts flutter, captivated by him.
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In Senior Class Two, the rigid math teacher was quickly writing formulas on the blackboard. Below, the boy sitting in the third row, surrounded by his classmates like stars around the moon, twirled a pen absentmindedly, every movement exuding an effortless charm.
Many girls were secretly staring at his profile, daydreaming, and didn’t even catch what the teacher was saying.
Being in the same class as the male god was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because one glance was all it took to see the god, but a curse because they were so distracted by their infatuation that their studies suffered.
Su Jun quickly wrote a message on a piece of paper and tossed it onto Yan Song’s desk. Yan Song didn’t even look at it, tearing the paper up into pieces and stuffing it into the trash bag.
Su Jun:...
Yan Song listened to the teacher’s explanation of problem-solving strategies and formula derivations with a cold face. Beneath his textbook, he was frantically writing a physics paper, leaving Su Jun, who saw this, marveling at how incredible he was.
As the bell rang, the teacher, who hadn’t finished, was energetically explaining when a chorus of groans filled the room. Class was going to be held over again.
Yan Song simply closed his textbook, picked up his backpack, and stood up, interrupting the teacher.
"Teacher, I have something to do, so I’ll be leaving first," he said.
Without waiting for a reply, he walked toward the classroom door.
Yan Song had always been the school’s top student, a male god in the eyes of the girls, an enemy in the eyes of the boys, and a good student in the eyes of the teachers. He was courteous and outstanding, so the math teacher didn’t say anything further. Seeing the whole class staring at Yan Song’s retreating figure, the teacher slammed the desk hard.
"What are you looking at? Focus! This question’s explanation is all that’s left before you can leave."
Murmurs of discontent were heard.
Su Jun wanted to ask about Kang Jinxian, but Yan Song had left so quickly. What could be so urgent? He must be meeting his childhood friend. Thinking this, Su Jun was puzzled. He had known Yan Song for a long time too; where did this childhood friend come from?
Today Yan Song had been acting strangely, not only had he dealt with Song Yiren, but he also exposed Kang Jinxian’s scandal on the forum. Now both were notoriously infamous. Using such methods to deal with two girls, Su Jun couldn’t help feeling that it was too malicious. What exactly had they done to provoke Yan Song?
He had a hunch it had to do with his mysterious childhood friend.
Leaving the school, Yan Song hailed a taxi and headed straight for The First People’s Hospital.
Watching the scenery fly by the car window, he felt an urge for it to go faster, as if he couldn’t wait to see her.
He was eager to see her.