Chapter 10 Can you teach me how to get along with you...?

"Don't ask me, I have no idea."

Three years ago, Pei Ci gave this answer, and three years later, after some polite pleasantries, Pei Ci said the same thing.

"I'm sorry, I have no idea."

The president next to her stiffened upon hearing this.

However, three years have passed, and he is no longer the naive boy he once was. He just stands there, wondering which step he did wrong.

In the blink of an eye, An Yinyou regained her composure and restored perfect manners. Faced with her current unfavorable situation, the young student council president chose to take the initiative.

He took a big step forward and blocked Pei Ci's way.

Pei Ci stopped walking and looked up at An Yinyou.

The boy was half a head taller than her, slender, and upright, which made him look exceptionally elegant and poised in the Antal uniform.

Pei Ci's gaze fell upon his eyes behind his glasses. If he were a piece of jade, then those long, narrow phoenix eyes would be the sharpest part of his entire being; a single glance could easily pierce one's heart with their cold glint. The master, realizing the inappropriateness of this, wore glasses, which softened much of the sharpness.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Those eyes smiled, their clear pupils sparkling with fragmented light, and that gentle smile revealed just the right amount of distress.

He asked Pei Ci, "Miss Pei, do you... dislike me?"

Dislike and like—these simple emotions only exist in children. The adult world excels at unspoken understanding; therefore, whether they like or dislike someone, they won't explicitly say so, leaving room for each other. But when An Eun-woo brought it up, whether it was liking or disliking, it opened up a conversation and drew them into each other's rhythm.

Three years have passed, and this young nobleman's linguistic skills have improved considerably.

But Pei Ci didn't answer the question directly; instead, she cleverly countered with, "Why do you say that?"

“I always thought I was a good conversationalist…” An Yinyou’s gaze fell on Pei Ci’s beautiful, indifferent face. “Miss Pei, is my topic boring?”

“Of course not.” Pei Ci answered directly this time, and she rarely spoke more. “I saw on TV that the retired Prime Minister Sermy only had a pleasant conversation with you, and as everyone knows, he is an eccentric old man.”

“Miss Pei actually knew…” An Yinyou’s expression was one of surprise.

“I watch the news too.” Pei Ci lifted her eyelids.

She is, after all, the eldest daughter of the Pei family. Now that she has this identity, she will be familiar with everything she knows and should know.

Moreover, she has plenty of time during treatment.

An Yinyou's Adam's apple bobbed, and her tone lowered slightly, "That would be my honor."

"But..." He changed the subject, lowered his head slightly, and looked into Pei Ci's eyes, "Why is it that Miss Pei can never seem to muster any interest in chatting with me?"

This is a question An Eun-woo wanted to ask three years ago. In the country of Anta, the An family is the most closely connected to politics. And as a politician, one must be skilled in public speaking and eloquence.

He was the most outstanding child in the An family, and this skill was naturally cultivated from a young age. By the time he was sixteen or seventeen, he was already a famous speaker.

However, that night, he stumbled on the shoulders of this sickly young lady.

He reviewed every word spoken during that conversation countless times, but he could never find the answer.

But when he decided to give up thinking and take the initiative, the young lady had already left Anta. She went to another country for treatment, so swift and decisive, only keeping a mad dog that could bite people in her own country.

The legend of Miss Pei is occasionally mentioned in some secluded corner of Anta Academy.

Of course, he could ask, but that would seem too concerned and undignified.

The problem was left unresolved.

Now, we can finally ask them clearly.

He stared at her, scrutinizing her every expression.

Pei Ci met his gaze and remained silent for a moment. This silence might have lasted a second, or it might have lasted a dozen seconds, but in An Yinyou's mind it felt like an eternity, so long that he broke out in a sweat. Finally, Pei Ci spoke, but her reply surprised him.

"Aren't you thirsty?" she asked.

An Yinyou was taken aback. "I drink water regularly."

"Then you can stop."

"Does Miss Pei find me annoying?" An Yinyou's smile faded slightly.

What do you think?

“Miss Pei!” An Yinyou put her hand on her shoulder and took a deep breath. “I think you’ve misunderstood me.”

“I see,” Pei Ci said calmly. “But you can remain silent in my presence.”

"you--"

Pei Ci moved his hand away. Her gaze was calm, her expression neither sad nor happy, as if she were just talking about a trivial matter like washing up.

"You know I never had any expectations of you."

An Yinyou froze on the spot.

He was incredibly clever and immediately understood the unspoken meaning in her words. At that moment, An Yinyou suddenly realized that in their few meetings, this ailing young lady had completely seen through him.

yes.

Who wants to maintain a high level of social interaction all the time?

He is the son of a politician, and he is also himself.

An Yinyou remained silent for a long time this time. After a moment, he looked at him intently. "What Miss Pei said has truly benefited me greatly. So..."

The gentle and refined nobleman extended his hand, his fair face full of sincere smiles. Like a gentleman, he openly offered his true feelings to his monarch.

"Miss Pei, could you teach me how to get along with you?"

Just then, Pei Ci's phone rang.

A note from the author:

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