"Lu Siyuan, what’s it to you when I’m talking to Shen Mianmian?" Yang Xiaoxi, who came from a well-off family and had encountered many important figures, considered herself worldly among the students. Furthermore, being spoiled at home, she was quite bold. She wasn’t afraid of Lu Siyuan and confronted him directly.
Originally, Shen Mianmian didn’t take the bait and didn’t argue with her, leaving Xiaoxi frustrated with no place to vent. Having Lu Siyuan step in was even better since she could make an example out of him.
"Is it so wrong that I can’t stand it?" Lu Siyuan said with a face full of mockery, "She’s not even willing to deal with you, yet you can’t tell? Still hopping around like a clown here, it’s embarrassing even for me to watch."
He always had a sharp tongue and didn’t care that all the classmates were present, showing no concern for Yang Xiaoxi’s dignity whatsoever.
Yang Xiaoxi had been flattered all her life and had never been humiliated . Seeing the classmates barely holding back their laughter and clearly mocking her, she saw red with anger.
"Lu Siyuan, you’re a bully."
After saying that, she turned and ran back to her seat, burying her head in her arms and started crying softly.
"Lu Siyuan, you’ve caused trouble. You made Yang Xiaoxi cry, and since she’s the principal’s little darling, you’ll definitely be called to the office for a talking-to," Lu Xiaohui said with a ’tsk-tsk’, looking as if Lu Siyuan was in big trouble.
Having been classmates for more than a month now, he had a clear picture of Yang Xiaoxi’s character; she was hot-tempered, petty, easily annoyed, and highly competitive.
Take her grudge with Shen Mianmian, for instance! Mianmian never did anything to offend her, right? Just because Mianmian’s academic performance was better and she attended Third High School, Xiaoxi became resentful, causing trouble whenever she could. He found it annoying to watch, while Mianmian, who had a good temperament, didn’t hold grudges against her.
If it were him, he’d challenge Xiaoxi and make her lose face in front of the whole class.
"Such a crybaby, she really has a princess complex," Lu Siyuan scoffed, showing not a trace of remorse. In high school, he often made female classmates cry, and it had become a habit for him.
Shen Mianmian added, "Well, she is a little princess." It wasn’t to mock Xiaoxi; for a girl showered with so much love, calling her a little princess wasn’t an exaggeration.
"Exactly," Du Xiaohui chimed in. "Besides the two of you, look at who in the class doesn’t give way to her?"
Not to mention flattering and currying favor with Xiaoxi, at the very least, nobody dared to offend her.
What if she made a fuss and got someone expelled after complaining at home?
Although Third High School wasn’t as prestigious as First or Second High School, they had all worked hard to get in. It was a turning point in their lives, and they couldn’t afford to let a small mistake lead to a big disaster, especially at the hands of Yang Xiaoxi.
Listening to their back-and-forth, he glanced between them, "Since when did you two start breathing through the same nostril?" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥
"Don’t say I didn’t do you a favor; I was just trying to warn you not to target Xiaoxi. Don’t get expelled one day and still be clueless why," Du Xiaohui quipped, lazily making his way back to his seat.
"Why do you butt in? Are you a dog or something? Mind your own business," Siyuan snapped back.
During middle school, Siyuan found Xiaohui disagreeable and even disliked him. In high school, that annoyance turned to disdain. He genuinely detested Xiaohui, who would steal his food at meals and his clothes in the dorm. What was this, gaining a classmate or adopting a son?
"Pfft, well you’re right about that, I am indeed born in the year of the dog. Aren’t you also a dog?" Xiaohui retorted.