An Yeran still fell asleep during the afternoon class.
There are only two classes where she won't sleep: physical education and art.
Although she was called up several times during class, it was because she answered questions, and the teachers could only frown and warn her to wake up.
She still knows how to solve the second grade questions.
An Yeran nodded in agreement, but not long after sitting down, he fell asleep again.
After a long time, the teachers were too lazy to say anything to her. Anyway, the classes would be re-assigned after the first monthly exam, so they didn't have to worry about it.
After school, An Yeran was still sleeping. When only a dozen boys were left in the class, she still didn't wake up.
The boy sitting next to her was hesitating whether to wake her up. Seeing how soundly she was sleeping, he felt a little embarrassed.
The setting sun outside the window dyed the sky red, the fiery clouds rolled, and the glow of the sunset illuminated the earth, which was extremely beautiful.
Su Ming is the sports committee member of Class 3, and he is the one who got familiar with An Yeran the fastest. After all, children's friendship starts with common interests. An Yeran is good at basketball, and they train together during lunch break. The boys in the class like her very much, but they are more curious. Lu Xiu's new sister is a little different from Jiang Anxue.
Although Jiang Anxue is good-looking and has good grades, she is too arrogant. Except for Class 2 and Class 1, she looks at others as if they are inferior to her.
Second-grade kids also have their own self-esteem. Those who liked Jiang Anxue before were now very angry at her contemptuous attitude, but she was a girl and they couldn't say anything, so the boys directed all their dislike to Lu Xiu and hated him even more.
Su Ming packed his schoolbag, said hello to his classmates, and was about to leave the classroom.
And outside the door, stood an exquisite boy.
The boy seemed to have been waiting for a while. His milky white face was flushed by the sunset, and he looked much healthier than before.
It's Lu Xiu.
Su Ming was not in a good mood when he saw Lu Xiu. He had always liked the student council member of Class 1, but it seemed that the student council member only had eyes for Lu Xiu.
"Hey, what are you doing running into our class, kid?" Su Ming, carrying his schoolbag on one shoulder, pouted his lips, and looked at him with disdain. He hated weak and effeminate people like Lu Xiu, and he was even more unhappy that a group of student council members liked him.
Lu Xiu lowered his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes moving, and said slowly: "I, I just came to wait for my sister."
Su Ming snorted coldly, and when he walked past Lu Xiu, he bumped his shoulder hard, and then said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I'm talking to you, you look like a weak chicken, and you only care about sister all day long. Maybe soon, classmate An will get tired of you and will do the same as Jiang Anxue from Class 2 and stay away from you, a sissy."
He sneered and walked straight towards the stairs.
Lu Xiu stood blankly at the door, his heart aching at the words Su Ming had just said, and there was a hint of confusion in his brown pupils.
Will the second sister hate him too?
He looked at his sister who was sleeping soundly in the classroom, and his eyes suddenly became dark again.
The other boys knew that Su Ming must have said something unpleasant to Lu Xiu. Seeing that Lu Xiu was unhappy, they felt relieved and left with their backpacks on their backs and disdainful looks on their faces.
There are many children from wealthy families in the primary school affiliated to No. 1 Middle School. Basically, all classes one, two and three are filled with them.
The assets of Lu Xiu's family are actually similar to theirs, but both are weaker than the Yu family.
They didn't dare to confront Yu Chao head-on, but they had nothing to be afraid of from Lu Xiu.
When the last boy passed by An Yeran's desk, he accidentally knocked the pen off her desk. Just as he was about to bend down to pick it up, another white hand was faster and picked up the pen on the ground.
The boy looked up and saw that it was Lu Xiu.
He held An Yeran's pen in his hand, and his pair of brown pupils reflected the boy's figure. Lu Xiu's delicate face was expressionless, and the corners of his bright red lips had no curve at all, which was somewhat different from his weak appearance just now. His eyes were calm, but they made the boy feel uneasy.
"Don't touch my sister's pen." The cold words came out of Lu Xiu's mouth, giving people a feeling of being in a world of ice and snow for no reason.
The sound was so soft that only the two of them could hear it.
"What do you mean?!" the boy asked, suppressing his inner nervousness.
Lu Xiu stared at him for a while, then suddenly raised the corners of his lips, a sickly smile appeared on his delicate little face, and his brown eyes became somewhat deep.
The boy opened his lips slightly and whispered, "If you don't understand, don't use your brain."
—I cut it for you.
(End of this chapter)
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