Soon the three yellow-haired guys left before the morning reading bell rang.
The other students in the classroom didn't resume talking until the three of them left.
The little boy with glasses sitting in the row in front of Su Nuanyang and the other two kindly explained the identities of the three yellow-haired people because Su Nuanyang and the other two were freshmen.
"Those three are repeaters. One of them is the most notorious bad student in our class. He has a crush on the school beauty and doesn't like any other boys to get close to her. I guess you were warned for no reason because you're a bit handsome."
After saying this, the boy with glasses asked again tentatively.
"But you're really not a rich second generation?"
"No."
Song Ming shook his head.
"But you look like one."
Zhao Wen, my classmate who wore glasses, couldn't help but turn around and talk to him.
"You can't envy my innate temperament."
When the two heard Song Ming's shameless words, their expressions froze slightly.
"Then why doesn't the teacher ever yell when he sees you sleeping?"
Little Glasses said again in disbelief.
"Ha~ Are you stupid? I have a sleeping technique, and I'm sitting in the back row, so the teacher won't notice."
Song Ming spoke nonsense with his eyes open.
Little Glasses looked at Song Ming's confident look and chose to believe him for the time being.
It is true that Song Ming does not sleep in the classroom every day.
When the morning reading started, Little Glasses and the other boy didn't say anything else. They turned around, took out their English textbooks and started reading.
Song Ming was feeling proud of himself for having fooled the whole thing, when he suddenly noticed that Su Nuanyang beside him had been keeping his head down and not saying a word from the beginning until now.
He turned his head to look at Su Nuanyang who was looking down at the textbook, and suddenly panicked when he noticed her slightly shaking shoulders.
Crying?
"Su Nuanyang, are you okay?"
He asked unnaturally.
Su Nuanyang, who had her head lowered, heard the question and shook her head silently, biting her lip to hold back her tears.
She didn't want anyone to see her vulnerability.
To be honest, she was scared when the gangster suddenly knocked on her desk.
Although she was very independent, she was only a teenager, and the tone of those hooligans made her think she was going to be beaten.
Song Ming looked at Su Nuanyang who was shaking his head but he didn't feel relieved.
When he saw Su Nuanyang raising his hand to wipe his eyes, he became even more panicked.
But he had never comforted anyone before, and for a moment he didn't know how to start.
He actually heard the three people calling him at first, but he was too lazy to pay attention.
If he had known that it would scare Su Nuanyang, he might have dragged those people out to deal with it.
Finally, he rummaged through his bag and took out the chocolate that Aunt Qin had thrown in his bag and pushed it in front of Su Nuanyang.
"Well, those people just now came to look for me and caused you trouble. This is a treat for you. I hope you don't mind."
Su Nuanyang looked at the chocolate and her tears miraculously stopped.
"Need not."
She whispered as she pushed it back and started reading quietly with her textbook.
Song Ming looked at Su Nuanyang who started to recite and didn't want to disturb her anymore, but he didn't want to take the chocolate. After thinking about it, he threw the chocolate into the schoolbag behind her when she wasn't paying attention.
After the third class, there is a group radio exercise.
After Su Nuanyang finished her exercises, she quietly mixed in with the crowd and walked upstairs.
When I reached the stairwell, a student next to me bumped my shoulder hard.
She staggered and almost fell, if she hadn't quickly grabbed the railing.
"I'm sorry I bumped into you, classmate."
A male student spoke nervously and quickly left downstairs.
Su Nuanyang's words "It's okay" were stuck in his mouth.
She rubbed her shoulders and lowered her eyes to continue looking up.
Song Ming, who was walking a little behind Su Nuanyang, stared at the male student in front of him who was walking away hurriedly with his head down with suspicion.
As he watched, the student going upstream quickly passed through the crowd and went outside the teaching building.
"Why? Is that girl pretty?"
The yellow-haired man standing in a corner looked at the reserved boy in front of him and raised his eyebrows and spoke.
"Good, it looks good."
"Prettier than Li Yingying?"
Follower No. 1 asked.
"Yes, yes."
The reserved student said with his head down.
"That's all for you, get out of here."
Follower No. 2 looked at the yellow-haired man with a cold and disgusted expression and waved his hand.
"Brother Chen, do you want to change someone to chase after you?"
"Sweet potato, am I that kind of person? Yingying is number one in my heart."
Huangmao left with one hand in his pocket, somewhat unhappy.
"But you can also talk to that little girl."
Song Ming, standing in the corner of the platform, waited for a while and watched the three yellow-haired men from the morning walk in from outside.
In order to avoid being discovered, he quickly moved upwards, but his eyes were always fixed on the yellow-haired guy at the bottom.
Why does this yellow-haired guy make him so unhappy?
The school time passed quickly and in the blink of an eye it was noon and school was over.
Song Ming looked at Su Nuanyang who was packing up his books and preparing to go home, and thought of the three yellow-haired people he saw during morning exercises, whose eyes seemed a little gloomy.
Those three people were still sneaking past the back door during the fourth period.
It seems that his gaze is not at him, but at his deskmate.
Song Ming looked at Su Nuanyang, who had a high ponytail, a fair face and bright eyes, and suddenly became worried about her safety on the road.
"My deskmate."
"ah?"
Su Nuanyang was surprised when he heard this name.
"I'm going back to the apartment too, why don't we go together."
"...good."
Su Nuanyang agreed after only a moment's hesitation.
She pursed her lips silently as she thought of the gaze she felt in the last class. When she looked over, the yellow-haired man even smiled at him frivolously.
Very disgusting.
"Sister, I'm back."
Su Nuanyang, who had walked back quietly with Song Ming, opened the door, looked into the dim room, and spoke softly.
Although she was used to it, she still felt sad looking at the empty room.
But even though she was in a very low mood, she still kept herself awake to heat up lunch and bring it to Su Manxing's room before going to lie down in her own room.
Her room was the second bedroom, smaller than Su Manxing's room, and a pair of painting tools covered with white cloth were piled up on one side of the room.
This makes the room seem more crowded.
Su Nuanyang curled up in bed, holding the quilt tightly and taking a nap.
She was in a bad mood today, and with no one to talk to, she could only digest it silently.
On the other side, Su Manxing looked at the steaming lunch on the table, but did not eat it. He just stared at the bottle of wine in his hand in a daze.
Soon it was time for school in the afternoon.
Su Nuanyang went downstairs and thought Song Ming had left, but saw him leaning against the wall in the corridor.
He was wearing a hat, and the brim cast a shadow on his eyebrows, making it difficult for her to see his facial features. She could only see his well-defined jaw and tightly pursed thin lips.
He wore a blue and white school uniform as if it was custom-made, looking low-key and noble.
When Song Ming heard the footsteps, he turned his head to look, the corners of his lips raised slightly in a defiant manner, and he radiated a brilliance that even the scorching sun could not match.
"Classmate, would you like some popsicles?"
He raised the mung bean popsicles that Aunt Qin had made by hand.
Su Nuanyang looked at Song Ming who was waiting for her and lowered her eyes.
“No.”
"Hey, this is what Auntie asked me to bring to you. I'm not treating you."
Song Ming watched Su Nuanyang pass by like a gust of wind and quickly caught up.
"Aunt Qin?"
Su Nuanyang asked doubtfully.
"Yeah, you don't want to disappoint her, do you?"
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