Lu Xiu is really beautiful.
But after one glance, An Yeran shifted her gaze away.
"What is it?" Her eyes returned to the screen, she asked, "Need something?"
Lu Xiu casts his eyes down, his eyelashes long and delicate, his face exquisite, "Sister, are you, are you okay?"
An Yeran said, "I'm fine."
Seeing her engaged with her game, seemingly uninterested in making conversation, Lu Xiu felt somewhat disheartened. He put the milk on the small table by the door and took a piece of cake from his bag, saying, "You didn't have dinner just now, so I brought you a cake."
After losing a game, An Yeran put down her phone in frustration, while her Cinderella-like brother was still standing at the door, holding a piece of cake.
"Is it strawberry?" She asked.
Lu Xiu nodded, "I like strawberry cake, but I don't know if sister likes it or not…"
An Yeran took the cake, "Thanks, I'm not picky. If there's nothing else, go to bed early."
Upon hearing that, Little Lu Xiu's eyes instantly dimmed, "I, I don't want to go back yet."
"Why?" An Yeran began munching on the cake, taking a bite.
"From my room, I can hear the noise from the dining table downstairs…" He didn't finish, but An Yeran understood.
The poor kid was feeling hurt.
He was clearly the biological child of their father. But ever since his father's wife, Jiang Mu, along with Jiang Anxue arrived, the care he received was reduced.
Gathering courage, Little Lu Xiu stuttered, "Can, can I stay with sister for a while?"
An Yeran, "..."
Having accepted the cake and milk, she felt a bit embarrassed to refuse.
"Alright, come in." An Yeran made way for him.
A glint returned to Lu Xiu's dimmed eyes.
Sitting on An Yeran's chair, Little Lu Xiu began his homework.
"Sis, have you finished your homework?" Lu Xiu asked.
An Yeran continued playing her game after she finished the cake. The milk was on her nightstand, she'd occasionally take a sip, "Not yet, haven't started."
"When will sis start?"
"I don't plan to." An Yeran answered confidently.
Lu Xiu, "… But if you don't do your homework, the teacher will scold you, and if big sister found out, she would tattle to auntie."
After losing another game, An Yeran was about to lose her cool.
"Let her tattle, I can handle the beatings."
Unabated, she started another round.
Seeing her indeed having no intention to do her homework, a look of melancholy flash on the young boy's face.
Sister is great in every way, only she doesn't like studying.
He opened An Yeran's bag, took out a homework list, and started working on her assignments. Each student received a homework list from Zhongfu Primary School, which they were required to complete after school each day.
Little Lu Xiu took her list and began writing one assignment after the other.
By the time he finished his own and his sister's assignments, it was almost nine o'clock.
Father and auntie must have rested by now.
His hand was a bit sore, but when he wrote the three characters "An Yeran" on the paper, all the gloom in his heart seemed to vanish.
Helping sister with her homework, Lu Xiu felt very happy.
In this way, sister would like him more, wouldn't she?
Lu Xiu turned his head to look at the girl on the bed.
She was concentrating on playing a mobile game, looking very serious.
Lu Xiu packed up An Yeran's bag, he wanted to talk to sister, but sister seemed focused and didn't want to be disturbed while gaming.
Lu Xiu quietly moved over to the nightstand, took the empty milk glass, and silently returned to his room.
The moment he closed the door, he glanced into the room again, the girl seemed unaware that he was preparing to leave.
Lu Xiu was a little disappointed, but he soon cheered up and gently closed the door.
On the other side, An Yeran's hands stiffened from gaming. By the time she lost horribly, it was already very late.
"Damn! Lost all night! Damn it!"
She howled, put down her phone, looked around for some comfort, and only then realized that Lu Xiu had left the room at some point. She sighed again, buried herself in her quilt and fell asleep.
The consequences of gaming all night were clear, she was lethargic and languid the next day.
Jiang Anxue thought she had insomnia and made a sarcastic remark before returning to her class.
Lu Xiu looked worried, while An Yeran was yawning. She pushed him away, "It's all right, it's all right. You go to class first, good boy."
"Well, okay." Lu Xiu could only return to the classroom.
The first class of the day was Chinese. An Yeran was fast asleep at the back of the class.
Having suffered a defeat in the virtual world last night, doubting the meaning of life, she now even dreamt of gaming in her sleep.
"So, what the author of this poem mainly wants to praise is Zhou Yu, Zhou Gongjin… An Yeran?! You are sleeping again?!" The voice of the Chinese teacher was loud, jolting awake the sleepy girl.
"Wha, what?" An Yeran, still sleepy, rubbed her eyes and asked confusedly.
"What?" The Chinese teacher let out a cold laugh, "Come on, tell us your impression of Zhou Yu."
Due the all-night defeat and poor sleep, An Yeran mumbled absentmindedly:
"The Zhou Yu I paired with was such garbage, absolutely wretched, he kept feeding mid, he'd be better off AFK, even a breeze could overturn him, even the Cai Wenji bot in bot-lane played better than him!"
Immediately, the classroom was silent.
Dead quiet.
The Chinese teacher's forehead veins popped, and the chalk in his hand broke with a "crack".
Unaware of what she said, An Yeran yawned, rubbed her eyes, and was about to sit back down when she heard a roar from the podium: "An! Ye! Ran! You go stand outside the classroom—!!"