Chapter 102, Chapter 3: The Lost Manor
Pushing open the door, Zheng Jianbin looked up from the bed and asked Li Yufei, who had just returned, "Hey, where did you go...?"
"Where have you been?!" Before he could finish his sentence, Li Yufei threw a cushion at his face. "You left this afternoon, what time is it now! You still know how to come back?!"
Her aim is really good.
Zheng Jianbin pulled down the cushion, his nose turning red. "I just went for a walk around the neighborhood with them and fished for a while. Didn't I tell you everything?"
"Are you a robot?! All you have to do is report?" Li Yufei climbed onto the bed, grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. "AI gets anxious if it doesn't receive a reply for a while. I'm a beautiful woman, all alone out here, and I haven't received a message in so long. Aren't you worried at all?"
Zheng Jianbin was both amused and annoyed. "What am I worried about? With your strength, three or five strong men can't even get close to you. If there were any thugs, I'd be worried for them."
"Zheng Jianbin, are you even human?!" Li Yufei screamed angrily, slamming her fists against his forehead repeatedly. "And all this worry about you! Every time you go out or have a competition, I'm afraid something will happen to you, you bastard! You have absolutely no conscience!"
Zheng Jianbin was beaten so badly he couldn't fight back. He covered his head and surrendered, saying, "Forgive me, my ancestor. Look, I brought you some barbecue."
"What are you eating for! You know perfectly well that I'm going to be on camera reviewing SN's new products, you must be on a diet lately!"
"Didn't you tell me to..."
"I have nothing to say to you!" Li Yufei pressed the pillow against his face, got out of bed and went into the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower. While I'm showering, you should think carefully about what else you've done wrong!"
Zheng Jianbin collapsed on the bed, barely clinging to life.
He rubbed his head, and if he wasn't afraid that Li Yufei would beat him up again, he would really like to suggest that she sign up for a boxing match.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and also the strongest woman he had ever seen, yet she considered herself charming and adorable.
Bengal tigers often think of themselves as kittens, believing that patting their heads with their paws is a cute and affectionate gesture.
He really needs to have a serious talk with her.
After taking a shower, Li Yufei got into bed with a face mask on and picked up her phone to check her messages.
Zheng Jianbin leaned closer, put his arm around her shoulder, and smiled apologetically, "Wife, there's something I want to talk to you about."
Li Yufei turned her head to look at him, "What, did you remember doing something wrong?"
"Well, the third message was sent a few minutes late." He touched his nose, hesitant to speak. "I was just about to tell you, you know, could we... cancel that reporting system?"
Li Yufei raises her eyebrows under the face mask.
“I know you care about me, but you said we were having a great time together, and I kept checking in on my phone to let people know, and they laughed at me.”
Who's laughing at you?
Her tone turned cold, and Zheng Jianbin immediately came up with a second reason, "It's not anyone, it's just... Besides, I'm a grown man who's 1.8 meters tall, a professional extreme athlete, and we live in a society governed by law, what could possibly happen to me?"
“Zheng Jianbin, you’re a man, not Superman.” Li Yufei sat up, emphasizing each word. “I never supported your work in the first place. Don’t you know how many athletes are injured or die every year? What’s the use of a society governed by law? Are there no murderers in prisons? Are there no jaywalkers on the streets?”
"Yes, yes, you're right. So, could we extend the time a bit and change it to once every half day?"
"Reporting once an hour is already very inconvenient! If you were stabbed or hit by a car, you'd be dead within an hour. I'm only asking you to report every five minutes because I'm hoping for the best, so don't push your luck. You promised me that you'd report every hour if you could, and that's why we started dating."
"No, this is way too exaggerated." Zheng Jianbin rubbed his temples, which were still a little numb from being hit. "I'm a race car driver. The meaning of my life is to pursue the limits. I'm not that afraid of dying. Everyone has to die eventually. If we die a worthy death, then it has meaning, right?"
Upon hearing this, her alluring fox-like eyes immediately turned red.
Zheng Jianbin immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.
"Zheng Jianbin! What do you mean?!" Her voice suddenly became hoarse. "You're only pursuing the limits, you don't care about me at all, do you?!"
"No, no..."
"Get out of here!" she suddenly snapped, shoving him away violently. "Go chase your ultimate speed! Don't stick to me!"
Zheng Jianbin was in a real bind. "Oh, wife, it's my fault. I misspoke. That's not what I meant."
"I've tolerated you flirting with those race queens all the time, but now you're telling me you don't care about dying—then why are you even dating! You've settled down with speed! Get out of here!"
Zheng Jianbin was caught off guard and pushed to the edge of the bed. He grabbed the edge of the bed and said, "Don't push me, don't push me. Look how angry you are. Hey, your face mask has fallen off."
She was arguing with him so seriously, and he was just grinning and paying attention to the face mask!
Li Yufei was so angry she almost fainted. She ripped off her face mask and threw it at him, got out of bed, hurriedly stuffed two pieces of clothing and a makeup bag into her bag, and walked out.
Zheng Jianbin ran over and grabbed her bag, saying helplessly, "Where are you going now?"
"I won't sleep in the same room as a dead person!" Li Yufei snatched her bag, opened the door, and was about to leave.
"It's so late, stop making a scene... Is it really necessary? Be reasonable." He tried to take her hand, but Li Yufei turned around and stomped on his foot.
"Ah!!" Just as Zheng Jianbin was clutching his foot and howling in pain, the door slammed shut in front of him.
Li Yufei went to the front desk on the second floor in a fit of rage.
She stood there with her arms crossed, her face cold, glancing at the elevator out of the corner of her eye.
The receptionist carefully observed her, waited for three minutes, and finally couldn't help but ask tactfully, "Madam, how can I help you?"
Li Yufei glanced at the elevator again, unwilling to give up. The number on the panel remained steadily at 2, and there was no sound from the stairwell.
She gritted her teeth: "Give me a single room!"
Zheng Jianbin is dead!
The receptionist glanced at her bathrobe, not daring to ask any further questions: "Okay, we still have some..."
Her voice suddenly paused.
Li Yufei took her ID card out of her bag and handed it over. She saw the receptionist with her head half-lowered, staring at the computer without moving.
"What else is there now?" she urged, puzzled.
The receptionist slowly leaned forward, her face almost pressed against the computer screen, her speech slightly slurred, "We still have a few double rooms available."
"Alright, two nights."
The receptionist took Li Yufei's ID card, and the check-in process was a bit slow, so she had to wait a while.
"Okay, here's your room key." She handed back the ID card and room key, still sticking them behind the computer, not showing her face. "701, seventh floor, at the end of the corridor."
"At the end of the corridor on the seventh floor?" Li Yufei asked in surprise. "Why is that room the same price as the one on the third floor?"
The seventh floor... that was her original marital home.
"Because no one has ever lived there."
"Why?" That's the best room.
"Sorry, I don't know."
"Fine, that's fine." Li Yufei took the card and left, her anger deepening as she clutched the black room card.
That bastard Zheng Jianbin! He begged her to come, and now she's made him spend eight thousand yuan!
That jerk has no sense of right or wrong. He thinks it's good enough if someone like Song Xiaona only contacts him when she needs something, and never speaks to him otherwise?
It's just a matter of getting him to send her a message every hour. What's so difficult about that? If he couldn't do that, why didn't he say so when he was pursuing her?
He was obedient to her before he got her, but turned on her once he did.
Does he really think that Li Yufei can't live without him?
She replaced him when she got back!
The phone was buzzing. Li Yufei picked it up, glanced at it, and hung up Zheng Jianbin's voice call. She replied curtly, "I'm going to sleep on the 7th floor. Don't come looking for me."
After sending the voice message, she stared at the screen.
Ten seconds, twenty seconds... a full minute passed without a reply.
She's so angry!
She stormed into the elevator, her anger growing with each passing thought.
She faced the reflective elevator door, raised her hand, and wiped her wet eyes.
That bastard has no idea how worried she was when he didn't reply to her messages for so long.
If it were Cheng Yuzhou, then… Li Yufei gripped her phone tightly, looking at herself inside the door, her eyes red with tears.
Ah, she's so beautiful. No wonder the receptionist was too embarrassed to look directly at her.
No, she can't keep comparing her current boyfriend to Cheng Yuzhou. Even if he's her current boyfriend whom she's breaking up with the day after tomorrow, he's still her current boyfriend for now.
This is very disrespectful—she meant it was disrespectful to herself for choosing Zheng Jianbin as her boyfriend.
But Cheng Yuzhou occupied too much of Li Yufei's life, and every time she had a boyfriend, it was hard for her not to compare them in her mind.
Especially since she was in the castle where she was supposed to marry Cheng Yuzhou, even with her eyes closed, the pervasive scent of roses constantly reminded her where she was. It was Cheng Yuzhou's favorite fragrance.
The elevator doors opened on the seventh floor, and the pristine Psyche statue came into view.
It was placed in the corner of a semi-circular wall.
Moonlight streamed through the five arched windows, like five layers of white sand, serenely draping over the goddess.
This is the floor with the strongest Baroque style, apart from the church on the first floor.
One side of the corridor has floor-to-ceiling windows that provide excellent natural light; the other side of the wall is covered with various blank picture frames.
Li Yufei walked slowly through the moonlight and under the blank picture frames, and suddenly felt that the corridor was very long.
So long...
She took a step, then stopped, and finally came to a complete stop in the middle.
Zheng Jianbin sent four messages:
"You moved to the 7th floor? How much is it? I'll transfer it to you."
[Transfer 80,000]
"You should get some rest first. I'll come see you tomorrow morning, and we'll have a good talk."
"Feifei, I genuinely want to be with you, but you can't always be so controlling."
Li Yufei held her phone, and tears welled up instantly, falling onto the screen with a thud.
She told him it was on the 7th floor! And she walked so slowly!
Who does he think he is? What gives him the right to boss her around? She doesn't even look through his phone's photo album, so why does he say she's controlling? If she can't stand it, she should break up with him! Did she beg him?!
If it's Cheng Yuzhou, if it's Cheng Yuzhou...
Li Yufei stopped waiting and clicked "Delete Contact" in the upper right corner.
She strode forward and pushed open the door to the innermost room.
The entire castle has 153 rooms, and this is one of the few rooms that Li Yufei has seen before.
Six years later, when she entered again, she was still momentarily stunned.
Li Yufei has never lacked money in the first half of her life. She is also the type of person who spends money like water and wants everything to be fresh and unique from head to toe.
Even she had to use the word "extravagant" to describe the manor and the bridal chamber on the seventh floor.
Red and gold exude their charm to the fullest in this room. Deep red floor-length curtains are draped with gold tassels, dark red solid wood tables are covered with gilded decorations, and light gold vases hold classic bright red roses.
Looking down from any of the windows, you can see the rose garden in the backyard.
Unlike the other floors, the seventh floor is the only place in the entire castle where you can have a panoramic view of the flower garden.
The rose bushes are planted in a specific arrangement, forming an extremely complex maze. Even if you stand here and have a bird's-eye view of the whole area, it is difficult to find a way out immediately.
Cheng Yuzhou had stood here before explaining the maze route to her and inviting her to experience it.
She obviously didn't remember, and declined his invitation, saying she had to go back.
Li Yufei drew the curtains and returned to her room.
She sat down at the dressing table, hesitated, and then opened the drawer.
Sure enough, it was empty.
Six years ago when she came, she remembered there was a particularly exquisite silver vanity case inside, filled with jewelry and precious stones.
Damn it, Song Xiaona, I hope those things didn't end up in her hands!
But as Song Xiaona said, what good would it do to give her the manor and those jewels? In the end, she would still sell them.
She sold many of the things Cheng Yuzhou gave her.
That's how it is to be a beauty blogger; you have to keep up with the trends. Li Yufei was struggling to make ends meet for the past few years, but she has only recently started to have a surplus.
After losing contact with her family, her parents wouldn't even let her take her bags and shoes. If she wanted to create an account, she could only sell or rent out the things Cheng Yuzhou had given her.
Lying on the only bed in the room, Li Yufei felt even worse.
She couldn't help but pick up her phone again, but Zheng Jianbin's chat window had already disappeared from her contact list.
More than ten minutes passed, and he didn't message her on other apps, nor did he text or call her. He probably didn't even notice that she had deleted him.
She was breathing heavily when she sent him a two-word ultimatum on another messaging app:
"separate"
After that, she blocked all his contact methods.
I stared at the screen for another ten minutes or so, but there was still no response.
There are quite a few rumors circulating among fans on social media, and the number of posts on forums and online communities criticizing her for being a mistress and bullying other female bloggers is still growing.
From childhood to adulthood, Li Yufei has never lacked popularity, both online and in real life.
Whether people follow her or hate her, whether they are good or bad, there are always topics surrounding her.
But at times like this, looking at her phone with no more messages from Zheng Jianbin, and being alone in her room, an inexplicable, stinging pain spread and grew.
Turning to her side, Li Yufei curled up under the covers.
Nothing happened.
She just...maybe misses him a little...
The roses at night are completely different from those during the day. Their vibrant red color becomes gentle and serene under the harmony of the moon and the night, evoking memories of the past.
Li Yufei met Cheng Yuzhou in the second grade.
Before they first met at school, she heard about him from her parents.
"I heard that people are living in that house on the south side of the neighborhood."
"Sold?"
"No, it seems the landlord's husband moved in with his child."
"The landlord's husband... Ah, isn't that Cheng Yandong? He actually moved into our neighborhood!"
"His wife just passed away, and he moved into her old house with his son. He seems to be going through a tough time."
"I thought they were all acting. Does Cheng Yandong really love his wife? How old is his son?"
"She's the same age as our Yufei."
"Then they'd be classmates! Go and think of a way to put him in the same class as our Yufei."
"Yufei, did you hear that? You have to take good care of him, and it would be best to invite him over to play at home."
It was during the summer vacation between first and second grade, and the news that Cheng Yandong had moved into the community with his son spread like wildfire among the residents. The adults talked about it with great interest, and the children also discussed it endlessly.
"Have you seen Cheng Yuzhou?"
"No." "Me neither."
"My parents told me to be friends with him and also told me to ask him what he likes to eat."
"My dad too, he said he wants me to invite him to the trip in October."
Why bring him on your family trip?
"It's so annoying. They ask me every day if I'm friends with Cheng Yuzhou, but I haven't even seen a hair on his head."
"He's just that amazing."
"I wonder which class he'll be in?"
“I went to their house and looked, but I didn’t see any boys.”
There was a constant stream of comments surrounding the Cheng family, but Li Yufei didn't care. She wouldn't fawn over anyone.
Besides, no one had seen him at all during the entire summer vacation.
She also passed by the villa where the Cheng family lived, but like the other children, she didn't see anyone.
Moreover, whenever she passed by the Cheng family's wall, she always felt eerie and unsettled—as if some ghost in the house was watching her, making her afraid to linger.
The scorching midsummer sun baked the earth, but the Cheng family's house remained tightly closed, with even the curtains rarely drawn.
The double-layered, thick curtains in the room on the west side of the second floor are kept closed all day long.
"Young Master." After two light knocks, the maid pushed open the door and entered. "It's almost time for class..."
Her voice was stuck in her throat.
Under the cold white light, strands of jet-black hair lay scattered in the bathroom.
The pale-skinned boy tilted his head, tugging at his long hair, and held a pair of scissors, the blade of which held a strand of hair.
The moment his eyes met the maid's, he flinched.
"Smack!"
Inside the study, a thin boy fell to the ground, his head bowed, his shoulder-length hair obscuring his flushed cheeks.
There were no servants in the room, only Cheng Yandong and his secretary were present.
The secretary stood awkwardly in the corner, not daring to say a word.
A young man with graying hair stood in front of the boy, looking down at him with cold anger: "Who told you to cut your hair?"
The boy looked up, half his face flushed red from his hair, unable to hold back his tears.
He spoke in a trembling voice: "...I'm a boy, Dad."
“If you want to stay in this house, obey me.” Cheng Yandong turned to his secretary and said, “Hurry up and contact a hair care specialist to come over and see if there’s any way to quickly regrow hair.”
"Yes," the secretary replied.
"And another thing," Cheng Yandong glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, "I heard that a nanny secretly fed him pork?"
The secretary broke out in a cold sweat. "This... I'll go check it right away."
"Fire that nanny and all the kitchen staff. Yu Zhou can't stand the smell of pork at all. She's only been gone a short while, and now pork has appeared in the house. What an ungrateful bunch."
As Cheng Yandong passed by, the secretary quietly glanced at the boy sobbing on the ground.
He really felt sorry for him.
Cheng Yandong moved to the place where his wife had lived before their marriage, and their son, Cheng Yuzhou, also transferred to the nearby No. 3 Middle School Affiliated Primary School.
After summer vacation, on the first day of school, the secretary accompanied Cheng Yuzhou.
In the car, he smiled and asked, "Are you nervous about going to a new school, young master?"
The boy in the back seat kept his head down, silent and taciturn.
His hair had grown back a little, with dense black lines emerging from his scalp, tied into a low ponytail that hung heavily down his back.
The boy, who had spent the summer there, was as fair and delicate as a jade doll.
Fang Yuzhou was fair-skinned and thin, so Cheng Yuzhou couldn't be exposed to the sun or eat too much.
“You’ll make lots of new friends at your new school. Even though Mr. Cheng won’t let you take PE classes, you can still play with your friends during your free time.”
Cheng Yuzhou looked up and reacted slightly.
"Haha, isn't it better than being at home?" The secretary saw the glint in his eyes in the rearview mirror. "But don't go too far. To avoid outdoor sports, we got an asthma diagnosis from the school. It wouldn't be right if you were too active normally."
Nevertheless, for Cheng Yuzhou, who had been confined at home for more than half a year, being able to go out and play with his peers was something to look forward to.
The car stopped at the school gate, and the secretary helped him put on his backpack and opened an umbrella to shield him from the sun.
"Your phone is in the inner pocket. Call me anytime if anything happens. Remember to bring an umbrella, or you'll be in big trouble with Mr. Cheng if you get a tan."
Cheng Yuzhou nodded obediently, clutching his bag strap, his eyes already uncontrollably glancing towards the school gate.
The secretary smiled and handed him the umbrella. "Come on, tell your uncle when you get back that you made some friends today."
After his mother's death, Cheng Yuzhou never went to school again. Finally escaping the oppressive home, he returned to school, feeling both excited and apprehensive.
He hasn't been able to play basketball for almost a year.
When the lunch break arrived, Cheng Yuzhou approached the basketball court.
He tried to strike up a conversation, but was grabbed by the collar and dragged to a corner.
Seven or eight boys and girls gathered around him, sizing him up.
"Are you kidding me? He's that young master?"
"Holy crap, is he a man or a woman? How come his hair is so long!"
This was a basketball court for lower grades. The prettiest girl in the crowd stepped forward and looked him up and down: "You're that amazing Cheng Yuzhou?"
Cheng Yuzhou nodded blankly, feeling somewhat flustered by the gazes surrounding him.
He had never seen such a look in his classmates' eyes before.
The girl raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you a guy?"
"I...I'm a man..." He pursed his lips, then felt a sharp pain on his scalp as the girl suddenly grabbed his braid. "How can a man have a braid? You're not a transvestite, are you?"
"A transvestite?" "What's a transvestite?" The children around them started discussing. "A transvestite is someone who is neither male nor female, but is both a man and a woman." "Then isn't Cheng Yuzhou a transvestite!"
"No, no, I'm a man!" He tried to break free from the girl's grasp, but her braid was held tightly, pulling his head to the side and making him unable to straighten up.
Her eyes sparkled with a childlike curiosity. "Hey, take off your clothes and let us see if you're a ladyboy."
"Let me go!"
He struggled violently, and the children nearby immediately went to help him.
As they pulled off his clothes, they kept exclaiming, "His arms are so thin, just like a woman's!" "His skin is so white."
"Holy crap, his underwear is pink!" "How disgusting, hahaha." "Are your parents transgender?" "Is your mother a man or a woman?"
This shady corner almost became Cheng Yuzhou's nightmare.
From kindergarten to elementary school, he was always the teacher's and classmates' favorite child. Now, his clothes have been torn off and his pants pulled down, like a moth with its wings clipped, to satisfy people's curiosity.
"Grab his hand!" The girl stood on tiptoe, peering over the crowd, eagerly anticipating the gesture. "Quickly, pull it off so I can see!"
"No, get away!" He clutched his underwear tightly, his face flushed with unparalleled shame and despair, which spilled from his eyes.
The air was salty, hot, and chaotic, filled with a frenzied malice. Cheng Yuzhou, who did not have asthma, was now struggling to breathe, the pain of impending death choking him.
He struggled free and bit down on the arm in front of him.
"Ah!!! He bit someone! The transvestite bit someone!"
"Make him give in! You're going to get infected with the transvestite virus!" "Beat him up!"
A fist slammed into Cheng Yuzhou's nose, his vision went black, and a sharp pain shot through his head.
He swayed and was then pinned to the ground.
"Now's the time!" the girl clapped her hands and urged, "Hurry up!"
The earthy smell and the scent of sun-dried grass filled Cheng Yuzhou's nostrils. His face was pressed into the lawn, where the damp soil and coarse grass enveloped him, sticky like mud.
A hand grabbed his pants. Cheng Yuzhou tried to get up, but the boy, who was taller and heavier than him, sat on his back.
With a flushed face and bright eyes, he shouted, "Ta-da! Get ready to reveal the transvestite!"
"Great!" "Who brought their phone? Let's take a picture!"
Amidst the enthusiastic cheers, the window on the first floor was suddenly pulled open with a click.
"Hey! When will this end?!"
A childish voice came from inside the window. Cheng Yuzhou was startled and realized that everyone behind him had stopped what they were doing.
He was pinned down and couldn't see what was happening, but he could hear a girl's voice coming from the window above him: "Song Xiaona is so noisy!"
A girl outside the crowd, hands on her hips, asked, "What's it to you now, Li Yufei?"
"You guys are like monkeys from Flower Fruit Mountain, don't you let people sleep?"
"All you do all day is eat and sleep, Li Yufei, you're just like a pig!"
"Ha!" A furious, cold laugh suddenly rang out from inside the window.
As the weight on Cheng Yuzhou's back eased slightly, he immediately braced himself with his elbows and tried to escape.
In the instant he twisted his waist, a fragrant breeze swept sharply past Cheng Yuzhou.
A tall, bright girl leaned against the windowsill and jumped straight out of the first-floor window. He only had time to see her profile before she stepped on the dust beside him and walked away.
"Ah!!!" A sharp scream rang out from behind, and the children surrounding Cheng Yuzhou ran away.
He turned around in a daze and saw the girl who had pulled his hair two minutes earlier being grabbed by the hair.
“Song Xiaona,” she grabbed her hair and slammed her to the ground, “if all you can do is talk nonsense, let me teach you how to speak like a human being!”
"Let go of me! Let go of me! Li Yufei, you barbaric and violent woman!"
"Huh? You dare talk to me like that?"
Song Xiaona clutched her hair, crying out in anguish, "Li Yufei, you wait! I'm going to tell the teacher!"
"Quick, go find the teacher!" The other children also realized what was happening and rushed to find the teacher, but none of them dared to step forward to help. "Li Yufei, that super-strong girl, has gone berserk again!"
"Apologize to me!" Li Yufei pinned her to the ground and started hitting her. "Otherwise, I'll beat your butt to a pulp before the teacher arrives!"
"Ah—it hurts!" A sob came from beneath her, her voice filled with gritted teeth: "I'm...I'm sorry..."
"That's not enough! You must also acknowledge my status as the First Princess!"
"What!" Song Xiaona glared at her angrily. "I am the First Princess!"
The girl immediately punched her on the shoulder: "I think you can't tell the difference between a queen and a queen!"
"Ouch! It hurts!" Song Xiaona wailed, forced to beg for mercy in humiliation, "Fine, I admit it, I admit you are the First Princess..."
"That's more like it."
She stood up refreshed and laughed freely and unrestrainedly.
Song Xiaona ran away crying, and after running twenty meters, she turned around and shouted angrily, "Dream on, Li Yufei! You're just a maid! A foot-washing servant! I'm the real princess!"
She ran away after shouting, and Li Yufei didn't have time to beat her up.
Cheng Yuzhou stared blankly at the scene. The weight that made him feel suffocated was nothing more than a pebble on the roadside to the girl in front of him, which he kicked away with his foot.
She turned around and glanced at him indifferently, her gaze as indifferent as if she were looking at a pebble on the roadside.
She walked towards him.
Cheng Yuzhou shuddered and shrank back. She stepped right past him, grabbed the windowsill with both hands, pushed off the wall with her left foot, and nimbly and gracefully flipped into the corridor, like an agile black-footed cat.
Cheng Yuzhou remained in a daze for a long time, staring blankly at the window where she had left.
A shadow was cast from the corner of the teaching building, which was not in the sun. The summer heat was intense, the cicadas chirped hoarsely, and the sounds of training from the middle and upper grade teams could be heard in the distance.
After a long while, Cheng Yuzhou remembered to straighten his clothes and pick up the umbrella that had rolled into the scorching sun.
His palms were scraped raw, and the metal umbrella handle was scorching hot from the sun.
Before leaving, Cheng Yuzhou couldn't help but look up again and glance at the direction of the window.
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Author's Note: I've discovered a new blue ocean.
Why are there so many "princelings" in modern novels, but no "eldest princesses"?
From this moment forward, let us welcome Li Yufei, the eldest princess of the Third Middle School Affiliated Primary School!
Li Yufei, a student in Class 2 of Grade 2, is the uncrowned queen of the entire Third Middle School Affiliated Primary School circle!
Cheng Yuzhou: A sickly beauty from a broken family, tormented by her father and bullied by a vicious female supporting character, she encounters the arrogant and domineering school bully of the Third Middle School Affiliated Elementary School. Despite her best efforts, she cannot resist the laws of novels, and from then on, she suffers four and a half chapters of physical and mental torment.
Today we'll cover half a chapter. The remaining fifteen years will be quickly covered in four chapters (I personally think these four chapters are quite interesting [please]).
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