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nTranslator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

nBo Yunli threw his phone aside, took off his glasses, and gently pressed his slender fingers between his eyebrows.

nHe couldn’t find an outlet to vent the inexplicable irritation in his heart.

nHe thought about it. Su Ye wasn’t to blame for this little secret, and of course, he wasn’t to blame either.

nAfter all, he only went along with it.

nAfter thinking about it, he could only blame… Lu Wenbin.

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nThe next morning, Su Jinyang checked his email and saw that Nan Bowan had sent him the next phase of the target plan at 4:50 AM.

nHe thought that Mr. Nan would send him an email at midnight every time. He was probably abroad.

nToday was Friday. When Su Ye washed up, she looked at herself in the mirror. There was a faint layer of purple under her eyes.

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nIt was rare for her to wake up late, but she did not miss school. She just did not have time to have a good breakfast.

nShe took out the last pack of sandwiches and a bottle of milk from the fridge.

nWhen she took it out, she realized that the sandwich pack had Dija Altman printed on it.

nThat was Su Xing’s idol.

nSu Ye curled her lips. She did not know how her task before bed last night was going.

nShe held the milk and sandwich pack with one hand and pushed open Su Xing’s room door with the other.

nHe wasn’t awake yet.

nThe little guy was fast asleep.

nHowever, the dark circles under his eyes that looked exactly like hers were very obvious. He too, seemed to have been up late.

nHis room was very clean, and the small bookshelf beside the bed was very well-organized according to the size and type of book.

nSu Ye scanned the comic section and was slightly stunned.

n“The world champion: Huo Jinliang.” Caught her eye and on the cover was a shirtless, muscular man with a line of small words on the title page.

nThis comic was based on the life of the legendary hero of China, Huo Jinliang.

nSu Ye raised her eyebrows and casually let out a ‘whoa’ before casually stuffing the comic into her bag.

nIt was a good way to pass the time.

nBefore she left, she glanced at the Dija Altman sandwich pack in her hand and placed it by Su Xing’s bed.

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nIn Grade 12 Class 1, Rong Ruo had arrived early. Yesterday, Su Ye’s grandmother had personally come to the Rong residence to comfort her at night.

nShe did not care about her own granddaughter, Su Ye, and was biased towards her. Thinking about her expression at that time, Rong Ruo’s heart was filled with excitement.

nMoreover, she had even told Qi Yu about what happened that day. She had added a little more fuel to the fire, and Qi Yu was already extremely angry. He had said that he wanted to talk to Su Ye as well.

nRong Ruo snorted coldly, “Su Ye, do you think you’re great? Let’s see who will have the last laugh!”

nA burst of laughter could be heard from the corridor. Wang Dongqing carried a cup of milk tea and entered the classroom with two or three boys, chatting and laughing.

nEvery time he entered the classroom, he would unconsciously glance at Rong Ruo’s direction. It was a habit, and today was no exception. However, he only looked at her indifferently before moving away.

nJust as he was about to return to his seat, Rong Ruo stood up to welcome him.

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nThe surrounding boys immediately started to jeer.

n“Rong Ruo, you’re here to look for the class monitor again, right?”

n“He is so lucky.”

n“Let’s get these third-wheeling students out of here.”

nRong Ruo put her hands behind her back and said shyly, “Don’t talk nonsense.”

nWang Dongqing glanced at the boys and said coldly, “Shut up.”

nThe crowd dispersed. Rong Ruo looked up at Wang Dongqing and saw that his face was a little cold, as if he still cared about yesterday’s matter. But it didn’t matter. Rong Ruo was very confident that he wouldn’t really get angry. The milk tea in his hand was proof.

nRong Ruo reached out to take the milk tea. “Thank you. This is my first cup of milk tea this autumn.”

nWang Dongqing’s expression was a little difficult to explain. His fingers paused slightly before letting Rong Ruo take the milk tea away.

nReturning to his seat, his desk mate grabbed Wang Dongqing’s arm and whispered, “Yo, didn’t you buy that milk tea for yourself?”

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