Chapter 21

Ji Yu returned to school quite early, there were only a few scattered students sitting in the classroom.

She took out her textbook to read silently, after the past few days of reviewing, Ji Yu already had a bottom in her heart and was not as flustered as she was yesterday.

Yan Qimai carries breakfast in and enters to see Ji Yu sitting in her seat studying, sighing, “Little Yu’er, good morning, do you want to be so curly?”

Ji Yu lifted his head and smiled faintly, “As long as the roll doesn’t die, roll it to death.”

Yan Qimai shivered in feigned fear, “The world of a school bully, I don’t understand.”

Ji Yu nodded her forehead, “Modest ah, don’t think I just came and don’t know, those who can enter this class, aren’t they all school bullies?”

Yan Qimai spat out her tongue, “A score of over 700 and a score of 650 can both enter this class, that’s still a big difference.”

She pointed to a classmate sitting in the middle of the classroom and said, “See, that’s our grade one, they’re called real school masters.”

Ji Yu had already learned about it, their grade one was called Chen Wei, 705 points.

She thought about it and asked, “Dicky, do you have the test papers from the end of the last semester here? I want to see what kind of questions are on it.”

If she knew the topics at the end of the last semester, she would have a rough idea about the touch test in two days, and wouldn’t be as confused as she is now.

Yan Qimai nodded, “Yes, I’ll find it for you, but, just to be clear beforehand, you can’t laugh at my scores ah.”

“How could I? I may not be able to score better than you either.”

Yan Qimai found a few test papers from the drawer and gave them to her.

Ji Yu roughly skimmed through them, feeling that she had done most of the questions, and with a bottom in her heart, she returned the papers to Yan Qimai after reading them.

Ling Yuan didn’t sleep well last night, he didn’t have much energy for the morning class, and slept on his desk in the morning.

Zhao Qingqing sat in the classroom and managed to stay up until recess, so she couldn’t wait to run to the senior class to look for someone.

As soon as she appeared, there were already male students in the class who were up in arms, and some people knew Zhao Qingqing and knew that she had confessed to someone, and immediately greeted her enthusiastically.

“The school beauty is here?”

“Here to look for Ninth Brother?”

Song Che pushed Ling Yuan next to him, “Ninth Brother, there’s a beautiful woman looking for you.”

If it was a normal day, Song Che would never dare to disturb his sleep, but today this could possibly be his girlfriend, and that is an existence that cannot be offended, and he risked his life to wake up someone.

Ling Yuan looked up listlessly and kicked him in passing, his tone cold, “You better have something serious to do.”

Song Che pointed at Zhao Qing Qing, “There’s really someone looking.”

As he spoke, Zhao Qingqing had already familiarly entered through the back door and walked straight towards Ling Yuan’s position.

Ling Yuan leaned his body towards the back of the chair and lazily raised his eyelids to look at Zhao Qing Qing, he was sitting, but inexplicably gave off a sense of condescension and oppression, “Give me your name, what’s the matter?”

Like a king who looks down upon all living beings in the morning court, his thin lips lightly opened: something to report, nothing to retire from the court.

This kind of ignoring oppression made Zhao Qingqing a little breathless, froze, not expecting Ling Yuan to give her so little face, but she tolerated it with good temper, her lips smiling, “Abuchi, I heard that you drove a sister home yesterday? Who was that girl?”

Ling Yuan coldly swept her a glance, “Who are you?”

Like a housekeeper, she still cares about who his car sits on.

Why don’t you go to heaven and enter the sea?

Zhao Qingqing didn’t expect Ling Yuan to even recognize her, a small face reddened, tears welling up in her eyes, “Abuan, I’m Qingqing, I’m your girlfriend.”

Ling Yuan frowned in disgust, but seeing that she was a girl, he held back his temper, “Girlfriend? You’re the one who’s been spreading rumors for the past two days?”

Zhao Qingqing was about to cry, “But you promised me on the day you started school.”

Which day?

Ling Yuan remembered, on the day of the school year, there was a girl who confessed to him with a love letter, and it happened that a classmate talked to him, so he hmmm’d, so he hmmm’d something with this hmmm?

No wonder the little girl wanted to draw a line with him yesterday, so it was this girl in front of him who made the rumor.

“No, I was talking to a classmate. I want to clarify two things: first, I don’t know who you are, and second, I don’t fall in love early in high school.”

Zhao Qingqing’s eyes turned red, “You, how can you be so ……”

Unable to hold back any longer, with a “wow” sound, Zhao Qingqing emotionally broke down and covered her face and ran out.

Ling Yuan watched her run out and continued lying down as if nothing had happened.

Song Che touched Liang Zihao who was sitting in front of him, “So what Ninth Brother said yesterday was true, I thought he was in love and didn’t want to tell us.”

Liang Zihao did believe Ling Yuan, “Be careful what you say today, he’s not in a good mood today.”

Why was he in a bad mood? Song Che and Zhou Muyun also knew that he was in a bad mood on these days every year.

Song Che, however, wasn’t afraid to die and asked Ling Yuan in a low voice, “Ninth Brother, just now that pretty girl said that you drove a girl home yesterday? Who is it? Do we recognize her?”

Ling Yuan disgustedly pushed his face away with his hand, “Loud, old men gossiping so much.”

Song Che went to pull Zhou Muyun’s clothes again, “Old Zhou, do you know?”

Zhou Mureyun drew back his own clothes and returned in a good-natured manner, “I don’t know.”

Song Che didn’t die and tried to ask Liang Zihao again.

Liang Zihao raised his hands in surrender, “I don’t know either, ask someone else.”

In fact, he knew that yesterday, he stood upstairs and saw that Ji Yu came back in Ling Yuan’s car.

Seeing that everyone ignored him, Song Che said to himself, “Alas, brothers have their own secrets, being a brother reduced to this, what’s the point of life?”

Ling Yuan was so noisy by him that he knocked his head, “Speak again, and you will be poisoned mute.”

Song Che touched his nose, also wanting to follow his example of lying on the table to sleep, but inadvertently saw the band-aid plastered on the back of his hand, and his pupils quaked.

“Crap~ Ninth Brother, why do you have a pussy-ass band-aid on the back of your hand?”

Zhou Muyun and Liang Zihao heard and also looked back.

Ling Yuan’s hand paused for a moment, but he didn’t make a move, just spreading it out and letting the few of them gawk at it.

Zhou Muyun raised his eyebrows, “Motorcycle girl?”

Ling Yuan lazily glanced at Zhou Muyun, “Nosy.”

Liang Zi Hao stared at his band-aid and for some reason thought of Ji Yu, he straight away thought it was Ji Yu’s stuff.

It had only been a few days, when did they become so familiar?

Song Che couldn’t understand their dumb riddle, “What motorcycle girl? Ninth Brother, you still say you’re not in a relationship, if you’re not in a relationship, why did you post this? Isn’t this for girls only? You’re a big man posting this, don’t blame your brothers for laughing at you.”

Ling Yuan pushed Song Che away and stood up.

Song Che pulled him back, “What are you doing? Class is about to start.”

“Letting off steam, want to come along?”

Song Che immediately let go, looking very disgusted, “Who wants to go to the restroom with you? I’m not a little girl who needs a partner to go to the restroom.”

Ling Yuan snorted and walked away without looking back.

Zhou Muyun chased after him, “Band-Aid, from Little Fisherman’s sister?”

Ling Yuan didn’t seem to hear his question, striding forward.

Zhou Muyun didn’t follow him any further, he didn’t deny it, so the one who rode in his car yesterday was Ji Yu.