"Mom said we should ask them to pay for dical expenses and apologize," Jiaojiao replied. Watching Xiu Xi take out her dicine from his backpack, knowing he was about to apply it to her, she hurriedly lifted one of her legs, supporting it with both hands. Seeing her struggle, Yang Tao reached out to lend a hand.
As soon as she touched her leg, Jiaojiao couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and playfully rub it back and forth, saying, "Wow, Little Frog, your leg is so smooth. What kind of soap do you use to bathe? I want to try and see if I can be like you..." Before she could finish her sentence, Jiaojiao felt a death stare upon her and imdiately shut her mouth.
Three years as classmates, yet she still couldn’t handle Xiu Xi’s gaze.
By this ti, Yang n had already walked over to Ruan Jiaojiao’s desk, casting a large shadow. Except for Xiu Xi, who was applying dicine to Jiaojiao, the others unintentionally looked up.
Then, they all saw Yang n holding a bamboo skewer with three stead buns on it.
The school’s stead bun chef hadn’t made them for a while and seed a bit rusty. The buns were quite large, but notably yellow, and even from a ter away, they could sll the alkaline scent emanating from them. They were far inferior to the buns made by the Ruanlin Family that Jiaojiao brought.
Still, the four couldn’t understand why Yang n brought the buns. Were they ant for Yang Tao?
Even Yang Tao was suspicious, only to see Yang n extend the buns towards Xiu Xi, saying, "Xiu Xi, I bought too many and can’t finish them. These are for you."
Though she said this, Yang n specifically bought extra buns because she felt pity for Xiu Xi and wanted to show so compassion.
"..." The four of them.
"Take them. I bought too much anyway, and it’ll just be wasted if not eaten." Seeing Xiu Xi not take them, Yang n added.
"..." Jiaojiao.
Watching Yang n with a deanor of ’I didn’t an to buy extra, but I actually did to help a fellow classmate, so you don’t need to thank ,’ Jiaojiao felt indescribable.
She couldn’t quite describe the feeling, but it was definitely uncomfortable.
Looking at Yang n, Jiaojiao answered for Xiu Xi, "Brother Xi doesn’t eat stead buns. You should save them for lunch so they don’t go to waste."
Upon hearing this, Yang n’s eyes widened as she said, "Ruan Jiaojiao, these aren’t for you. Why are you answering?" Pausing, noticing other classmates looking over, she mockingly added, "Ruan Jiaojiao, don’t be so excessive. It’s not the old society anymore; don’t treat Xiu Xi like your slave, making him eat your leftovers every day."
Saying this, Yang n puffed out her chest with the air of a righteous crusader.
Yet Jiaojiao just laughed.
Though she was pampered growing up, living with the Ruanlin Family in the countryside had taught her a lot about cursing.
She imdiately flashed a sweet smile but ambiguously asked, "Yang n, why did you transfer to School One? I think you’d fit better at School Seven."
"Why?" Yang n frowned.
School One was a key high school, while School Seven was not, and it wasn’t in the city but in the town where Jiaojiao previously lived. In terms of faculty resources, it couldn’t compare to School One, and only a handful of students from there have gotten into college in recent years. More importantly, on the road to School Seven, there was a hospital—a psychiatric hospital.
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