He is a sickly Cinderella

Chapter 32 [031] Who Painted the Table

The sudden action startled everyone in the classroom.

An Yeran opened Yu Chao's mouth, not too hard, she knew the limit. Of course, it was impossible to let Yu Chao eat it, the book was made of paper, not clean, and there might be a lot of bacteria.

Yu Chao felt his mouth was filled with books, and the peculiar smell of the books kept spreading in his mouth. He wanted to push An Yeran away, but found that he couldn't push her away no matter how hard he tried. His eyes were full of anger and a little fear.

"Books that have been soaked in the toilet must taste good, right?" An Yeran said with a smile.

"Woo! Woo!" Yu Chao was speechless. He signaled with his eyes to the people around him to come and help him. However, when the boys around him looked at the girl's cold face, they all turned pale and were so scared that they took a few steps back and dared not step forward.

Yu Chao's eyes turned red with anger, but he could do nothing about the girl. After a roar-like whimper, the tears in his eyes finally flowed out, and there were also soft sobbing sounds.

An Yeran thought it was almost done, so he withdrew his hand.

Yu Chao immediately took out the scroll and threw it at An Yeran, "You bastard!" There was a tearful tone in his words. The second-grade boy felt that his self-esteem had been severely hit.

An Yeran turned her head to avoid it, but unfortunately the book hit the face of a boy behind her.

While An Yeran turned his head, Yu Chao forcefully pushed away the tables and chairs and the people in the aisle, and ran away crying just like he did last time on the playground.

There were still some of Yu Chao's followers left in the classroom. Since their boss had run away, they naturally didn't dare to move. An Yeran turned his gaze towards them, picked up the book that had fallen on the ground, shook it, and said with a smile: "Do you want to taste this too?"

The boys shuddered, their faces turned pale, and they didn't dare to speak.

"Who drew these on the table?" An Yeran walked to Lu Xiu's desk, which was covered with patterns painted with various paints. The most eye-catching one was a large word "甸" painted in the middle of the table, with some dirty words written in red paint around it.

The study committee member who had just helped to wipe the table tried to calm down and whispered, "Yu Chao, Wang Hao, and Zhang Miao."

Yu Chao has already run away, so these two are the only ones left.

An Yeran picked up the two books on Yu Chao's desk, weighed them in his hands, and then threw them towards the back door of the classroom!
"Ah!"

"it hurts!"

The boy who was trying to sneak away was hit!

A shadow suddenly loomed in front of me.

The two boys were startled, then raised their eyes tremblingly.

The girl in front of me has a pretty face and looks a little thin.

An Yeran crossed his arms over his chest and smiled at the two of them in a friendly manner, "Hello."

The next moment, she quickly held down the two boys' heads and smashed them directly against the back door!
"Bang!" There was a loud noise.

Wang Hao and Zhang Miao were unable to break free, and their foreheads were pressed against the door panel, causing waves of pain.

"Is painting fun?" An Yeran asked.

Wang Hao cried, "It's not fun, it's not fun, classmate An, please let us go, it was Brother Chao who asked us to do this!"

"Yes, yes, we were forced into this!"

When the other girls in the class heard what they said, they immediately got angry. "Were you forced to do so? You were laughing so happily when you were bullying classmate Lu!"

"That's right! You're still trying to shirk responsibility!"

"Student An, when Yu Chao was not around, they also liked to bully Student Lu. They were not forced to do so!"

An Yeran increased the strength in his hands.

"It hurts, it hurts, classmate An, we were wrong, we were wrong! We were really wrong! We won't dare to do it again!"

"Yes, yes, we won't bully Lu Xiu anymore, really!"

An Yeran said: "Okay, I'll give you one chance."

She leaned close to their ears and said, "Lu Xiu is my brother. If you bully him, you are slapping me in the face. After the first class, go and clean up all the traces of smearing on his seat. Do you understand?"

The two boys hurriedly said, "We understand, we understand. Mr. An, it really hurts, please let us go."

An Yeran slowly withdrew his hand. There were already bruises on the foreheads of both of them, and it seemed that they were hit hard.

There were still three minutes left before class started. She turned around and said to everyone in the class, "What are you standing there for? Class is about to start. Aren't you going back to your seats?"

The girl's clear voice echoed in the classroom for a moment, and the stunned students suddenly woke up. For the first time, everyone in the class rushed to their seats like a flood.

The two boys who were touching their foreheads also hurried back to their seats.

Only Lu Xiu was still leaning against the table, head lowered, not knowing what he was thinking about.

The boy's eyebrows were shrouded in the shadow of his bangs, and the expression in his eyes could not be seen clearly.

When the girl came to his side, he slowly raised his head and looked at An Yeran quietly.

There was an incomprehensible emotion in the brown pupils. Lu Xiu suddenly smiled, and a faint smile appeared on his delicate face. The boy opened his mouth slightly and was about to speak, but suddenly three books hit his head!
The girl slapped the textbook on his head with an expressionless face, "Why don't you sit down? What are you laughing at?"

Lu Xiu: "..."

An Yeran left the textbook on his desk and left the classroom.

The boy lowered his head slightly. They were the books that Yu Chao had played a prank on, but the cover was brand new, with three words neatly written above his name - "An Yeran".

——The girl's name, but in his handwriting.

  　
  (End of this chapter)