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nTranslator: Yunyi

nDuring lunchtime, Song Yaoyao held onto her thermos and headed upstairs with her neck shrunk into her collar.

nShe accidentally ran into someone and stumbled a little. This time, she learned from experience and held onto the railing.

n“Student, are you putting on an act for compensation?”

nThe youth’s voice contained a sense of amusement, but his tone did not sound decent.

nSong Yaoyao looked up in surprise.

n“You?”

nHer lips parted in surprise. Wasn’t this the man from that photo? This was Meng Qiqi’s idol and the dream guy of her body’s original owner.

n“Oh? It’s my fan. Do you want an autograph?”

nLuo Xinguang raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl with interest.

nShe wasn’t very tall and her appearance was young.

nEven if someone was to say that she was a junior high school student, he would have believed it without any doubt.

n“I’m not your fan.”

nSong Yaoyao held onto her thermos and moved to the side, hoping to walk around the young man.

nAll of a sudden, someone grabbed onto the back of her collar. The youth held onto her with a smile. “Student, it’s not good to lie.”

n“I didn’t!”

nShe puffed up her cheeks. This man was so narcissistic.

nShe decided to never accept any retouching jobs related to him again! He could just remain ugly!

n“I don’t believe you. How could someone from this school not like me?” Luo Xinguang leaned forward and narrowed his eyes. “Are you shy? It’s okay, it’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

nThe man’s handsome face enlarged in front of her.

nSong Yaoyao’s eyes twitched and she instinctively threw a punch toward him.

n“I…”

nBefore any curse words were thrown, there was suddenly a shrill scream.

n“Ahhh! Oh my God! Luo Xinguang! It’s Luo Xinguang!”

n“Where? Where? Oh, Luo Xinguang, I love you!!”

nLuo Xinguang’s expression immediately darkened. He covered his face, turned around, and started running. Of course, he also grabbed Song Yaoyao and dragged her along with him.

nPoor Song Yaoyao. Because of her short legs, she was like a kite being strung along. And on the other end of the string, was Luo Xinguang.

n“Luo Xinguang! Luo Xinguang’s over there! Hurry, chase after him!”

n“F*ck, are these people crazy?”

nLuo Xinguang ran furiously. As he passed by an empty classroom, he suddenly dragged Song Yaoyao inside and closed the door.

nAt that moment, a group of girls passed by like an earthquake.

n“Cough, cough, cough…you! Mmmm!”

nSong Yaoyao’s cheeks were red from exhaustion and her breathing was unsteady.

n“Quiet, little brat!”

nLuo Xinguang’s face was extremely painful. As he covered her mouth, he hissed in pain.

nWho knew that this tiny girl would have so much strength.

nHe lifted one of his long legs and pressed it against the wall, trapping Song Yaoyao in place.

nPlacing his index finger to his lips, he said, “If you guarantee not to scream, I’ll let you go. Okay?”

nSong Yaoyao quickly nodded her head, her eyelashes moist.

nLuo Xinguang put down his guard, thinking that Song Yaoyao had agreed.

nWho knew, Song Yaoyao hated being threatened the most. On top of that, due to her health issues in her previous life, she completely loathed exercising.

nShe hated the feeling of struggling to breathe.

nShe patted her chest to catch her breath.

nMeanwhile, Luo Xinguang rubbed his cheek. “Brat, do you know how much my face is worth? If you ruin it, it will affect my work. Are you going to compensate me?”

nSong Yaoyao looked at him quietly. She then licked her lips and said softly, “How much does it cost for one punch?”

n“Huh? That…” Luo Xinguang rubbed his chin, assuming that he had successfully frightened Song Yaoyao. He lifted his eyebrows smugly. “I guess a few tens of thousands.”

nAs soon as he said this, he lowered his head and saw Song Yaoyao wrapping her hand with a piece of cloth.

nLuo Xinguang was stunned. “What the hell are you doing?!”

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