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nTranslator: Yunyi

n“You’re overpraising me, Auntie. Jingwan’s always had good results. The principal even praised her in front of everyone,” Huo Ningxi smiled.

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n“No, you’re ranked number one in our grade. Compared to you, I still have a lot to learn.” Song Jingwan brushed a loose hair behind her ear and looked at Huo Ningxi with admiration as embarrassment flashed across her eyes.

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nHuo Ningxi paused and the smile in his eyes deepened.

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nSeeing this, Zhou Manli glanced at Song Rui and they both smiled in satisfaction.

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nOnly Song Wenchuan stood up suddenly and said, “I’m leaving first,” before he headed up the stairs.

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nZhou Manli furrowed her brows, adjusted the shawl on her shoulders, and stood up, “Chuan, where are you going?!”

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n“I’m going to go see Yaoyao.”

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nAfter saying this, he left without turning back.

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nSong Jingwan saw this and she bit her lower lip without saying a word.

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n…

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nKnock knock—

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nSong Yaoyao finished drying her hair and saw her reflection in the mirror. The girl’s black hair hung down to her waist like a waterfall. Her eyes were dark and round, her nose was tall, and her lips were small. Her small palm-sized face was delicate and beautiful, and she looked like a doll in a window display. On top of all that, her milky-white skin made her appear fragile.

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nWhen she heard the knock on her door, she glanced over and slowly went to open it.

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nShe did not look pleased because she thought Song Jingwan was disturbing her again.

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nAs the door opened, she asked, “Don’t you know how annoying you are? Why are you—”

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nBefore she finished speaking, she lifted her head and stared blankly at the young man in front of her, “You?”

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nSong Wenchuan heard her delicate voice. Even when she was angry she was like a kitten that was bearing its claws.

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nHe let out a laugh. “Can’t it be me? Song Yaoyao, it appears as though your temper has gone bad after going away for a bit.”

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nSong Yaoyao did not make a noise as she stared at him with her dark eyes.

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nHer freshly washed hair looked soft and wispy, and there were a few strands of new hair that stuck up on top of her head. As her eyes twinkled, Song Wenchuan felt completely defeated by her dopey cuteness.

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n“Ahem…” He placed his fist to his mouth and asked awkwardly, “It’s only been a few days. Aren’t you going to call me brother?”

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nSong Yaoyao furrowed her brows and frowned, “You’re not my brother.”

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nJust because she inherited this body, it didn’t mean she was willing to inherit the original owner’s relationships.

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nShe was distant and serious, not joking at all, causing Song Wenchuan’s smile to slowly fade.

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n“I’m not your brother? Song Yaoyao, come out with me. Has Song Jingwan bullied you so much that you lost your mind?” Song Wenchuan looked at her coldly.

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nThese words made Song Yaoyao laugh out loud. “So you know?”

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nHe knew that she had been suffering and Song Jingwan had been suppressing her.

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n“You’re Song Jingwan’s brother, not mine. My brother would never sit on the sidelines and do nothing while he watches me suffer!”

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nIf her brother knew that the sister he doted on was being bullied, he would have killed someone by now.

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nSong Wenchuan froze. As the girl spoke, she lifted her head and her eyes sparkled proudly. It did not look like she was suffering at all.

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nBut who was she proud of?

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nSong Wenchuan couldn’t deny that he felt a little sour.

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nFilled with jealousy, he asked, “Do you have another brother?”

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nThe response he received was a door slamming in his face and some angry words.

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n“It’s none of your business!”

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n“F*ck…”

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nSong Wenchuan took two steps back and touched his nose.

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nIf he didn’t react quickly, Song Yaoyao would have broken his nose. He shook his head and burst into laughter. As he laughed, he suddenly relaxed.

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n“It’s good to have a bad temper. That way you won’t be bullied every day.”

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