An Yeran slept through the afternoon classes as usual.
She only stayed awake for two types of classes, sports and art.
Even though she was woken up a few times during class, she managed to answer the questions correctly each time, leaving the teachers with no choice but to admonish her to stay awake.
She was still capable of solving second-year problems.
An Yeran nodded her agreement, but shortly after sitting down, she fell asleep again.
Over time, the teachers gave up on scolding her. Anyway, after the first monthly exam, the classes would be reshuffled, and they wouldn't have to deal with her anymore.
After school, An Yeran was still asleep. By the time there were only a dozen or so boys left in the classroom, she was still sound asleep.
The boy sitting next to her hesitated whether to wake her up or not, seeing her sleep so soundly, he felt a bit embarrassed.
The setting sun outside the window dyed the sky red, and the fiery clouds rolled with the light of the sunset illuminating the earth, it was incredibly beautiful.
Su Ming was the sports committee member of Class 3, and he quickly hit it off with An Yeran. After all, children's friendships often begin with common hobbies. An Yeran was good at basketball, and they practiced together during lunch break, making her popular among the boys in the class. However, most of the boys were curious. Lu Xiu's new sister was somewhat different from Jiang Anxue.
Although Jiang Anxue was pretty and performed well academically, she was too arrogant. Aside from Class 1 and 2, the way she looked at others was as if they were beneath her.
Even second graders have their own self-esteem. Those who used to like Jiang Anxue were infuriated by her disdainful attitude. But she was a girl, and they couldn't say anything, so the boys directed their joint dislike toward Lu Xiu, detesting him even more.
Su Ming packed up his bag, said goodbye to his classmates, and was about to step out of the classroom.
There was a delicate boy standing outside the door.
It seems the boy had been waiting for a while, the light of the sunset made his milky-white face glow red, giving him an impression of being healthier than before.
It was Lu Xiu.
Upon seeing Lu Xiu, Su Ming's frowned. He had been crushing on the student committee member from Class 1, but it seemed like she only had eyes for Lu Xiu.
"Hey, what are you doing in our class, kid?" Su Ming asked, slinging his schoolbag over one shoulder, and sneering contemptuously. He hated weakling, effeminate types like Lu Xiu, and it upset him even more that the student committee member from Class 1 favored him.
Lu Xiu hung his gaze low, his long and thick eyelashes fluttered, and he spoke softly, "I, I'm just here to wait for my sister."
With a cold hum, Su Ming shouldered past Lu Xiu, and then with a voice only the two of them could hear, he said, "You, always acting like such a wimp, calling for your sister all day and night. Maybe soon, An will get sick of you and keep away, just like Jiang Anxue from Class 2 did, from you girly guys."
He scoffed and headed straight for the stairs.
Lu Xiu stood dumbfounded at the door, his heart stinging from Su Ming's words, a hint of confusion flashing through his coffee-colored eyes.
Would sister An dislike him too?
He looked back at his peacefully sleeping sister in the classroom, his gaze suddenly becoming inscrutable.
The remaining boys knew that Su Ming had surely said something unpleasant to Lu Xiu. Seeing Lu Xiu unhappy brought them joy, they scornfully left, their bags on their backs.
There were a lot of rich kids at the attached elementary school of No.1 Middle School, basically, all of them in Classes 1, 2, and 3.
Lu Xiu's family was financially on par with theirs, but still weaker than the Yu Family.
They didn't dare to confront Yu Chao directly, but they weren't afraid of Lu Xiu at all.
When the last boy was passing by An Yeran's desk, he accidentally knocked her pen off the table. Just as he was about to pick it up, another fair hand was faster, picking up the pen from the ground.
The boy looked up to find it was Lu Xiu.
He held An Yeran's pen in his hand, his coffee-colored eyes reflecting the boy's figure, his beautiful face was expressionless, and the corners of his crimson lips were devoid of any curvature completely different from his feeble appearance just now. His gaze was still, but caused the boy's heart to race.
"Don't touch my sister's pen," Lu Xiu stated coldly, it felt as if they were in a world of ice and snow.
The voice was very low, only audible to the two of them.
"What, what do you mean?!" The boy suppresses his anxiety and asked indignantly.
Lu Xiu stared at him for a moment, then suddenly his lips curved up, revealing a sickly smile on his delicate face, his coffee-colored pupils deepening.
Lips slightly parted, the boy heard him whisper, "If you don't understand, you might as well not have your head."
—I'll help you cut it off.