"Psh, as if she’s worthy, she should look in the mirror before dreaming about the male god," soone sneered disdainfully.
"The nerve of so people, I’ve always despised childhood sweethearts the most. The male god has such high standards, he’ll definitely not take a second glance at her..." soone lanted.
Ah Lin suddenly asked, "So who do you think is worthy of the male god?"
The group fell silent.
Indeed, in this world, what kind of girl is truly worthy to stand by the male god’s side?
Upon reflection, it seed there was none. Such a youth, radiant as the blazing sun, was the most vibrant figure in their world, the most beautiful and stunning presence in their eyes. How could they allow their male god to be tainted by an ordinary girl... It would drive them insane.
At that mont, a girl walked by and another girl casually glanced over.
The girl’s eyes curved into a smile, lightly gracing her with a smile, like a passing cloud, she drifted away.
The girl remained motionless, continuing to twirl her noodles, utterly stunned.
"Only a girl like that would be worthy of the male god..."
Ah Lin was taken aback and followed her gaze, only to catch a glimpse of a fluttering hem...
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Yun Ya rembered the conversation of the girls from before, their male god must be Yan Song.
Ever since childhood, he had been the most talked-about person at school, firmly holding onto the top spot of the most handso boys list, with almost all the female students as his brainless fans. A re photo of him was worshipped as a national male god, and if he entered show business, perhaps people of all ages across the nation would beco his fangirls.
The young Yan Song seed to possess a kind of magic, an unending zest and vitality about him that made life seem so wonderful to anyone who saw him. That pursuit of brightness was almost an inherent instinct.
She looked up at the sky, the sun forcing her to squint her eyes slightly.
Despite basking in the sunlight, her limbs remained cold.
Ahead lay Jiangzhou No.1 High School, and she saw many students entering and exiting through the school gates, the wind lifting the girls’ school uniform skirts, such fluttering and passionate youth had always been a part of her dreams alone.
Her feet moved towards the school on their own accord, and just then, spotting sothing, the group of girls let out collective shrieks, like that of excited fans upon seeing an idol.
Yun Ya stopped in her tracks instinctively.
Several figures erged amidst the shrill cries of the girls, and the boy walking in the middle...
The sun seed to grow intensely hotter for an instant.
Without a second thought, Yun Ya turned into the alley next to her.
"ow..." the sound of a kitten reached her ears.
Yun Ya looked up and saw a white kitten crouched by the trash can that was now dirty all over, looking like a little patched cat, its clear eyes gazing innocently at her.
Yun Ya went over and crouched down, noticing the kitten’s paw was bleeding, mixed with dirty water on the ground, making it difficult to see clearly.
"Are you hurt?"
Yun Ya picked it up and the kitten "owed," without struggling.
Yun Ya examined its leg, finding a piece of glass deeply embedded in the pad of its paw, with only a corner visible outside, bleeding profusely, which was heart-wrenching to see.
The kitten "owed" twice, its voice unable to hide its pain.
Yun Ya gently stroked the kitten’s fur, "It’s lucky you found . Just stay still, and I’ll remove the glass for you, okay?"
The kitten "owed" again, seemingly obedient.
Yun Ya smiled, took out a box from her bag which was very exquisite. Upon opening it, there was an intricately made small knife inside that looked different from ordinary knives and, from the blade and angle, resembled a scalpel...
Yun Ya deftly twirled the knife in her fingers, dazzling onlookers.
The kitten shrank back instinctively, but Yun Ya smiled and comforted, "The glass is deeply embedded, and if I remove it carelessly, it could damage the nerves, causing you to beco crippled."
"You have to trust , I’m Nyx. There hasn’t been a surgery I’ve failed yet, so you’ll be hopping around in no ti."
Whether the kitten understood her words or not, it lay down quietly on the ground.
Yun Ya touched its head, "There’s no anesthesia, so bear with it. It’ll be over quickly."
As she was about to press the scalpel to the kitten’s paw, a sudden angry voice interrupted.
"What are you doing?"
The voice, husky with youth, was surprisingly pleasant to the ear. However, the tone suggested as if she were committing an unforgivable act.
The voice, hauntingly familiar, made her hand holding the scalpel halt.
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