Chapter 125
"No," Jiang Yunu said, "I'm often taken care of by my senior students at school."
The lady who looked very similar to Zhou Jinxue had a more genuine smile.
Jiang Yunu took the initiative to ask: "Excuse me, are you the senior sister's sister?"
The lady's smile faltered. "...Hmm?"
Jiang Yunu didn't even blink. She smiled and praised: "You look like a senior from ten years ago. You can tell at a glance that you are relatives."
Zhou Jinxue: “…”
Zhou Jinxue knew full well that a girl known for her sweet talk with her own sex had begun to "unleash her power" again. She was used to this kind of situation, but it was obvious that this was the first time her mother had seen such a scene.
When Jiang Yunu praises people of the same sex, she is always sincere and her eyes are honest. When others look back at her with doubt, her eyes never dodge, but instead look back even straighter.
This makes the little girl look very sincere.
Zhou Jinxue's mother: "That..."
Jiang Yunu uttered an "eh," and seeing the lady's distress, she said, "Could it be that I guessed wrong? Aren't you the senior's sister?"
Zhou Jinxue silently watched her mother's smile change from polite to uncontrollable, and the angle of her mouth corners raised exceeded the scope of "basic social interaction".
"Oh," the woman said modestly, realizing her smile was a bit too much. "What are you talking about? Xiaoxue and I are indeed closely related by blood—she's my daughter."
Jiang Yunu showed an expression of sudden enlightenment at the right moment, and said in amazement: "You are so young, I thought you were my senior's sister who came to accompany her to register."
After saying that, Jiang Yunu turned to the man next to her. Her tone was sincere, but her words suddenly became less sweet as she said, "Then this guy must be my senior's uncle!"
"..." The man who had been examining Jiang Yunu for a long time said, "I am Jinxue's father."
"Oh." Jiang Yunu blinked, "Hello, uncle."
“…”
The title was the right one for Jiang Yunu; she should call this man "uncle." However, after the previous conversation, a certain man felt as if a young woman was veiledly teasing him, implying that he didn't resemble Senior Zhou's biological father.
...He is also old and looks older than his wife.
Zhou Jinxue finally grew tired of her father's silence. She already had a problem with him constantly staring at Jiang Yunu. As a daughter known for her composure and excellence, she quickly moved her leg and side-kicked the heel of her father's leather shoe.
Father Zhou: “?”
Father Zhou was in disbelief. He turned to look at his daughter, only to find her with a calm, pale face, her lips pursed and her expression hinting, "Hurry up and talk to my junior."
Father Zhou didn't understand and said to Jiang Yunu stiffly, "Hello."
Zhou Jinxue's parents had already been preparing to leave the school. They were both very busy, one with endless official duties, the other with a thriving social life. It was a rare occasion for them both to accompany their daughter to school today. Not long ago, Zhou's mother had accidentally glanced at her daughter's small terminal screen and noticed that Zhou Jinxue was messaging someone with a username that was a series of code names. They usually didn't interfere with Zhou Jinxue's social life, but she was worried that her daughter was chatting with someone of unknown origin, so she casually asked, "Who are you talking to?"
Unexpectedly, the person of unknown origin turned out to be Jiang Yunu.
When Zhou's father heard that it was Jiang Yunu, he took the initiative to suggest that he and Zhou Jinxue go to the school gate together so that they could personally observe this student who was specially approved to take the exam at a higher level.
It is a politician's instinct to examine the core person who stirred up the recent storm. Because Jiang Yunu is still a student at heart, and a young student who just enrolled last year, Zhou's father forgot to conceal and restrain his observations.
After finally seeing his parents off, Zhou Jinxue's first thing was to apologize to Jiang Yunu.
"Sorry." The senior student looked ashamed. "My father...just likes to scrutinize everyone he meets for the first time like this."
Jiang Yunu waved his hand to show that he didn't care.
"I can tell," the white-haired girl said with a grin. "Using your eyes to examine the person, then using your experience to assess them, and then quickly deduce their basic character and behavior patterns—this should be considered an occupational hazard, right?"
Jiang Yunu's analysis of the man was spot on. Zhou Jinxue nodded in agreement, saying, "Absolutely right. He is that kind of person."
Qiao Yisen had just been a background figure for a long time, and now he was finally able to mutter, "I think it's a bit scary to be stared at like that. Xiao Jiang, you are really amazing."
"I have to be powerful," Jiang Yunu said, "because there will be many people who will look at me carefully in the future."
The white-haired girl said this almost as a joke, so lightly that Joyson seemed to understand it but not quite.
But Zhou Jinxue understood: what the junior said was true.
Zhou's father's gaze might have been a bit blatant, his scrutiny and assessment too unconcealed, but overall, aside from the attention paid to the "rising student" by District 7 politicians and his own mixed feelings about someone who had surpassed his daughter, he harbored no ill will toward Jiang Yunu. However, as Jiang Yunu continued to rise, the more people saw her, the more likely they would be met with such scrutiny, evaluation, and probing glances.
She is not always so lucky to receive kindness and encouragement.
Jiang Yunu knew this better than anyone else, and seemed to have prepared himself mentally.
But that is still a long way off.
Right now, Jiang Yunu has to report to her new class first.
First-year students have a single, mixed class consisting of students from all grades, and all classes are held in large classrooms. Once in higher grades, students are divided into classes based on their element, moving from large, public classes to smaller classes. The course also features two modules: elemental theory and the application of elemental powers.
Jiang Yunu walked into the class with earth elemental abilities. No one noticed her arrival at first, until the first student turned around and his eyes fell on her striking white hair that was like a symbol of hers.
"White hair? Hey, you're the one..."
The man suddenly spoke, and the voice was like a key, instantly opening the door that made Jiang Yunu the focus of attention.
The second person turned around, the third person turned around, then the fourth, the fifth, the sixth...
Everyone in the classroom looked at Jiang Yunu, their eyes filled with curiosity and scrutiny.
After being divided into classes by element, students of different grades might be mixed together. Jiang Yunu stood in front of the classroom door, being stared at by many students older than her. The looks here were not entirely kind, but she was calm and greeted them, "Hello, seniors? Yes, I'm the one who skipped a grade and got promoted."
She responded to the person who first discovered her and smiled at him.
The person on the other end probably didn't expect her to be so bold and natural, and subconsciously smiled back at her, but the smile was a bit awkward.
Of course, some people also murmured softly: "Very arrogant..."
Jiang Yunu was wondering whether she should speak out to express that she had heard the comment, when suddenly a presence appeared behind her, and before she turned around, a hand patted her head.
The technique is very similar to touching a small animal.
"I remember I should have gained a new student, not a new little door god?" Mutisha's voice fell from behind, covering Jiang Yunu's head, gentle and powerful.
Jiang Yunu's shoulder was pushed from behind.
"Stop guarding the gate for your female chief and enter our 'primitive tribe'."
For some reason, the Earth Elemental Ability Class has the reputation of being a "primitive tribe", and Mutisha is the "female chief" leading the tribe.
During the winter vacation, Jiang Yunu also thought seriously about the order of the relationship: whether Mutisha got the title of chief first, so the earth element class was called the tribal class, or whether the name of "primitive tribe" came first, and then the female teacher became the female chief.
The conclusion is that I haven't thought it through. This problem seems to be a replica of the question of which came first, the chicken or the egg.
Then she herself became a member of the "primitive tribe".
"I know you." When Jiang Yunu found a rattan chair in the "Primitive Tribe" classroom and sat down, the girl sitting on a wooden bench behind her gently poked her with her finger and whispered to her.
——Yes, Mudisa’s elemental classroom is so unique. It abandons the original regular form of teaching aids. It really looks like a traditional tribe. There are rattan chairs, bamboo chairs, wooden chairs, and benches woven from some unidentified primitive materials. These things are scattered throughout the student seating area. With the green plants around it, it really feels like a tribal meeting.
Jiang Yunu turned around and looked at the girl she had spoken to, and her companion who shared a bench with her also smiled at her.
A female student from the Earth Department who was two grades above her said, "Last semester, after you won first place in the school competition, my friend and I went to the first-grade classroom to spy on you."
This was probably the first time in Jiang Yunu's life that he heard of such blatant "peek", and it was announced directly in the face by the peeper.
But Jiang Yunu is not an ordinary person. She seems to have little understanding of what embarrassment and shyness are.
The white-haired girl immediately asked back: "Is it beautiful?"
Everyone around was quiet for a moment because of her question.
It can be seen that there are quite a few people who prick up their ears to eavesdrop on the conversation.
The girl's companion said, "Actually, I didn't see clearly at the time. There were so many people there, and they were all first graders. We stood out and felt embarrassed to stay for long. I just remembered you had white hair, and then I left."
Jiang Yunu actively moved closer: "Then senior sister, please take a closer look at me. You can look at me as you like now - how is it, is it good?"
The Earth-type seniors may have never seen such enthusiasm, and they were a little confused for a moment after Jiang Yunu pressed his face against them.
After a moment, someone in the "bench and rattan chair" seating area nodded and said, "It looks good."
Jiang Yunu immediately responded with a warm smile.
"That's great," she said happily. "Now I feel like I can definitely get along well with everyone here."
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