On January 5th, the lodious school bell rang throughout the campus.
"Tch."
Jiang Ning was sulking because she didn’t accompany Xue Yuantong for a al, so she decided to lead the twins alone, promoting them to Left and Right Protectors, to head to the dining hall together.
The twins weren’t very smart, but they were wise.
The two of them understood the principle of once a minister, always a minister.
So they retorted, "Why should we be the Left and Right Protectors? What do you have over us?"
Xue Yuantong rarely leveraged her advantages, but this ti, she used it to suppress the voices of dissent.
"I have good grades!"
The twins stood in awe and were genuinely convinced.
In the last joint exam which included many strong schools in the province, Xue Yuantong still took first place. This terrifying strength left the twins impressed.
After realizing they were lower in rank, the twins thought of Tang Fu and couldn’t help but ask, "We are the Left and Right Protectors, so what position does Tang Fu hold?"
Before Xue Yuantong could reply, the younger twin Chen Siyu said she’d be the ox pulling the cart.
The older twin Chen Siqing was more reserved and gentle, saying she’d be suitable as a coachman.
Xue Yuantong approved.
The twins suddenly felt that being the Left and Right Protectors was quite a high position.
Bai Yuxia couldn’t stand it and praised them for being wise individuals.
Chen Siyu asked how wise they were.
Two pairs of expectant eyes stared at Bai Yuxia, longing for recognition from a strong person.
Bai Yuxia contemplated for two seconds, raised her face, her eyes clear and deep, and spoke in her usual tone:
"Your intelligence, without exaggeration, already surpasses one percent of people, and combined, undoubtedly exceeds one-tenth of one percent of people."
The order of Chinese characters is interesting; the two sisters followed the expectations in their hearts and heard themselves as one in a thousand.
Chen Siyu was thrilled: "Hahaha, you’re flattering us too much! There’s no way it’s one in a thousand, maybe just one in ten, a small handful."
Xue Yuantong saw them being played by Bai Yuxia and seriously doubted, maybe they should really be oxen, after all, it doesn’t require any thinking, the job of the Left and Right Protectors is too dangerous.
Xue Yuantong was ready to lead the oxen and horse away.
Before leaving, she still didn’t give Jiang Ning a good look.
Jiang Ning suddenly changed her tune, saying, "There’s a spot for you at the al this afternoon."
Xue Yuantong’s eyes imdiately widened, sparkling: "Really?"
"Of course, I thought about it and decided to bring you along." Jiang Ning said seriously.
In fact, Xue Yuantong had to attend today’s al; he was just teasing Tongtong earlier.
Xue Yuantong bead with joy and bestowed the Left and Right Protectors to Bai Yuxia.
She followed happily behind Jiang Ning as they left.
...
Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong waited under the teaching building for Teacher Guo Ran, who said she’d treat them to a al, so delicious food.
Jiang Ning didn’t ask too many questions; he trusted Mr. Guo wouldn’t harm him; he just needed to be responsible for eating.
Not only was Jiang Ning waiting, but Lu Qiqi from the middle row of Class 8 was also waiting for soone, waiting for her gangster boyfriend.
"Jun’er, aren’t you going to the canteen for a al?" Cui Yu invited.
Hu Jun waved his hand: "Today I’m treating soone off-campus."
Cui Yu: "Tsk tsk, having money sure is satisfying!"
Because Hu Jun helped Qi Tianheng train a cat last ti, earning 8,000 yuan, many people in the class knew, including Lu Qiqi. At this mont, upon hearing this, Lu Qiqi recalled her previous conflict with Hu Jun and couldn’t help but sarcastically say:
"Yo, who are you inviting to a al?"
Speaking of this, Cui Yu winked: "Of course, it’s the big sister!"
The brothers knew Hu Jun’s preferences too well.
Lu Qiqi laughed, covering her mouth in disdain and mockery: "Can’t find girls your age, so you go for older ones, right?"
Hu Jun refuted, claiming he liked older sisters and stated, "I find them quite attractive."
Lu Qiqi retorted, who would like such an old woman?
Then she asked, "What does she look like?"
Hu Jun thought for a mont and said, "A lot like you."
Although this was a complint to Lu Qiqi, for so reason, it made her uncomfortable, and she imdiately countered, "There’s no need to say this."
Anyway, she was convinced Hu Jun was incompetent.
Hu Jun thought about it and didn’t argue further.
Soon after, a man in an Arc’teryx jacket appeared at the door of Class 8.
The man was about thirty years old, about 1.8 ters tall, arguably handso, with a clean-shaven face. He walked into the classroom, his eyes sowhat unfocused, occasionally wandering, especially lingering on the backs of so girls.
Especially when he saw Wang Yan Yan’s back.
Honestly, just her back, she did look like an ordinary high school girl, even a bit thin.
The next second, Wang Yan Yan turned around.
The man’s face turned green.
He quickly shifted his gaze to Lu Qiqi, thinking she looked much prettier than before.
He politely smiled and said, "Qiqi, let’s go, my car is parked outside the school; I can’t drive in."
Lu Qiqi imdiately picked up her bag and stepped forward.
The two left together, the man even taking a glance at Xue Yuantong’s seat. While other students had benches, only this seat was a chair, extrely special.
"Who’s this?" the man couldn’t help but ask.
Lu Qiqi: "Top of our class."
"Class top gets to sit on a chair?" The man was stunned. How co during his ti, everyone was uniform?
Lu Qiqi, being a poor student, was sowhat irritated but still said: "She’s also top of the grade."
...
In the square downstairs, the silhouette of Teacher Guo Ran appeared in the corridor, the sunset glow pouring from the west, casting a halo on her.
Guo Ran preferred jeans, especially slim-fit ones. To many n, jeans seed to co in just a few styles, all looking the sa.
But at this mont, the jeans on Guo Ran’s legs clung to her skin, outlining her leg lines beautifully.
Her legs were slender, but not like chopsticks, slim yet rounded and full.
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