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nTranslator: Yunyi

nIf something was to go wrong, they would definitely take the blame.

nThey weren’t stupid.

nIn the end, they gathered together a dozen or so boys, and they stormed over intimidatingly toward the third class.

n“Jingwan, wipe your tears first. Stop crying. As you can see, everyone cares about you.”

nAn Ruoyao handed her a tissue as she comforted her.

n“Th-thank you.”

nSong Jingwan sobbed and silently wiped her tears as the corner of her lips curved upwards slightly.

n“Oh, Song Yaoyao’s going to be miserable. Should we go and watch?”

n“Are they going to hit Yaoyao?” Song Jingwan stood up and anxiously tugged on An Ruoyao. “Quick! We can’t let them do that!”

nAs she spoke, she quickly ran out.

nAn Ruoyao shook her head helplessly. “Jingwan, you’re too kind. She’s already done this to you, yet you’re speaking up for her. I’m speechless!”

nBut wasn’t this what the first class liked about her?

n“Song…”

nHuo Ningxi approached the classroom door, but just as he spoke, he saw a bunch of people running out in a disorderly manner. There were both boys and girls, and it looked like they were about to miss out on something if they were one step slower.

nHe stepped back nimbly, but the others weren’t so lucky and were knocked out of the way, toppling over and banging against the wall.

n“Hey, that’s too much!”

n“F*ck! My shoe!”

nThe place was a mess.

nThe last to step out was Shen Xun, and behind him were two boys and one girl.

n“Oh? Isn’t this Young Master Huo?” Shen Xun asked casually as he shoved his hands in his pockets. In his mouth, he was sucking on a lollipop.

nHe had bought it from Song Yaoyao for an exorbitant price.

n“Where’s Song Yaoyao?” Huo Ningxi furrowed his brows as his gaze swept across him. He looked behind him. “Song Yaoyao, come out. I have something to ask you.”

n“What’s wrong?”

nSong Yaoyao bent over to pick up the textbooks that had been knocked onto the floor. When she heard the boy’s voice, she turned her head in confusion.

nHer eyes were too pure and her gaze was too relaxed, rendering Huo Ningxi speechless.

nIt was someone behind her that said, “Song Yaoyao! Come out! Did you hit Jingwan?”

n“Yes.”

nSong Yaoyao nodded as she stepped out of the classroom.

nShen Xun moved aside.

nThe girl stood in the doorway looking gentle and weak, but the protection from everyone made her appear really powerful.

n“Are you here to get revenge for her?” Song Yaoyao blinked curiously and looked at the unfamiliar boys.

n“You…” Huo Ningxi said helplessly. “Why did you hit her again?”

nWith her temper, his Small Uncle was the only one who treated her like a precious gem and thought she was an innocent little flower.

n“She wanted to hit me. Shouldn’t I fight back?”

n“Ahem…”

nHuo Ningxi wanted to laugh. “She wanted to hit you? She’s not the kind of person to casually hit another person.”

n“Oh? So you’re saying my Yaoyao hits people just because they don’t agree with her?” Tang Xinrou was displeased with his comment. She sneered and stepped forward as she glared at the people in front of her.

n“You said it. Not us!”

n“Yes, she admitted to it!”

n“Tch—”

nShen Xun twitched his lips and sucked loudly on his lollipop. Combined with the hostility in his eyes, it was hard not to feel a little numb looking at him.

n“How do you plan on resolving this matter? Do you want to fight?”

n“You…” Who hadn’t heard about Shen Xun’s reputation? He took a step forward, causing the cowardly people to retreat. “Do you think we’re afraid of you? We have over a dozen people!”

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