Her long ponytail swayed with her every movement.
He lowered his jaw and sucked on the lollipop loudly.
Kicking a chair, he walked out boldly.
An Feiran was still standing at the door peacefully. He squinted and pulled him back by the collar with one hand impatiently. With a glance, the boy sitting in the first row immediately vacated the chair under his bottom and placed it at the door with respect.
Shen Xun sat on the chair proudly, leaned against the doorframe, and kicked the other side of the frame with a bang. Hostility filled his eyes as he forced a smile. “Come, aren’t you curious? Look at me as much as you want. Look carefully.”
“Brother Xun…”
Everyone was frightened by him. One glance and they immediately turned to run.
“Stop!”
Shen Xun chewed on the stick of his lollipop and peered sideways. “Did I say you could leave?”
He spoke slowly and gently.
But it sent chills down people’s spines.
“Brother Xun…I won’t look anymore.”
“Brother Xun, sorry. We will leave right away!”
“Do you think you can come and go as you please?” Shen Xun narrowed his eyes and curled his finger at the boys who wanted to leave. “What? Is the third class an attraction for you? Are you allowed to come and take a look whenever you want? Let me remind you, you need to pay for entertainment.”
His voice was strong at the end. Paired with his hostile gaze, the sheepish boys felt their knees go weak.
Song Yaoyao did not say much. As long as she wasn’t implicated, she was extremely well-behaved.
Shen Xun was different. He had plenty of tricks to torment people. Before Song Yaoyao became his Big Boss, he was a rebellious adolescent. The kind that no one could control.
He acted so unruly that not only the students from his own school, but even neighboring schools were afraid to provoke him.
As such, he was treated as the Big Boss of his grade.
But that was because they hadn’t experienced the full force of Song Yaoyao’s power.
“Brother Xun…”
The boy wanted to cry. How was he so unlucky to be spotted as soon as he arrived?
“What are you afraid of? I’m a good student now. I won’t hit you.”
Shen Xun smiled gently as he cracked his fingers.
The sound gave people goosebumps.
An Feiran’s lips twitched and he quietly retreated.
“I heard someone wrote a love letter to our class president. Was it you?”
“N-no! Brother Xun…”
“No?” Shen Xun narrowed his eyes and he lowered his voice. “Were you getting ready to write one? Or have you simply not written it yet?”
“N-n-no…!”
The boy shook his head like a rattle. Initially, he just wanted to join the crowd. But Shen Xun’s reaction had scared him into no longer wanting anything.
“Don’t be scared. I told you I wasn’t going to hit you.”
Shen Xun leaned against the doorframe lazily. Everyone was too afraid to leave without his permission.
They continued to surround the classroom tightly. Those who didn’t know would think that something big had happened.
“What’s happening over there?” Song Jingwan asked curiously as she walked up the stairs.
An Ruoyao sneered. “It’s all because of that song. She sang like a howling ghost and ruined a good song, yet these morons fell in love with Song Yaoyao. Look…do you see all the things on that desk? It’s all for her.”
“Really?”
Song Jingwan took a deep breath. After a while, she finally found her voice again.
Her gaze swept across the mountain of gifts as though she didn’t care. The sight hurt her eyes so she immediately returned to her classroom. “Good for her.”