"Short- legs, what are you blabbing about? If you're envious of others, just say so."
A boy sitting at the same table as Jiang Yumeng stretched out and kicked her leg lightly, with a brusque tone.
"Pft, she's your goddess, not mine. Your liking for her doesn't hinder the fact that I don't like her."
Jiang Yumeng instantly became like an angry lion, baring her claws and teeth.
"You girls are so petty, can't you see Lu Jiayue is so excellent, are you blind? I think you're just jealous because she's better than you in every aspect."
Xun Hanyu instantly felt displeased.
Lu Jiayue is a universally acknowledged goddess, the moonlight in the hearts of most boys in school.
"Look, a girl more beautiful than Lu Jiayue is sitting behind me."
Jiang Yumeng refuted unwillingly, then turned her head to look at Lu Qingyi.
Lu Qingyi is very beautiful, her looks outshine Lu Jiayue by a wide margin.
"So what if she's beautiful? She's still ended up in class 20."
Xun Hanyu chuckled lightly.
His admiration for Lu Jiayue was not for her beauty, but mainly for her diverse talents.
Talented girls are always especially welcomed.
Lu Qingyi looked at the two quarreling people with a headache, and frowned.
She prefers tranquility and dislikes noise.
"Lu Qingyi, someone's looking for you."
The class time passed quickly. As soon as class ended, the entrance of Class 20 became noisy and bustling.
Lu Jiayue, who had never appeared at the entrance of Class 20, miraculously showed up today.
Her pitch-black hair scattered around her waist, she wore a white gauze maxi dress, with a faint smile on her face.
Pure and adorable.
"Hi everyone, I'm here to look for my sister. Please take good care of her in the future."
Lu Qingyi walked out impatiently, only to hear Jiayue's playful yet cute remark.
Her voice sounded sweet, as she playfully blinked her eyes.
"My god, the goddess smiled at me."
"Pft, she was clearly smiling at me."
"So gentle and adorable, I'm in love."
"I've never been this close to the goddess."
"Her smile has me enchanted."
The students of Class 20 openly started chatting.
Jiayue maintained her sweet smile from start to finish.
Lu Qingyi felt a bit vexed.
"Sister, you came out?"
Seeing Lu Qingyi, Jiayue revealed a big smile and affectionately tried to hold Lu Qingyi's hand.
Lu Qingyi subtly moved away.
"Sister, how do you feel in the class? Is there anything uncomfortable? Does it feel strange to you?"
Jiayue chattered on as if she felt no awkwardness at all.
"You have plenty of free time?" Lu Qingyi yawned.
"Ah? Sister, it's okay, I know you haven't gone through high school, and having to directly attend the last year must have caused a lot of unaccustomedness. But it's okay. If you have any problems or misunderstandings, you can find me, I'm in Class 1 upstairs."
Jiayue's voice was full of concern, making her seem like the perfect sister.
She hasn't attended high school?
Directly attending the last year?
The group of people in Class 20 were dumbfounded, and their astonished eyes fell on Lu Qingyi.
Despite their not-so-good performance and lack of interest in studying, they have always studied from first year to final year of high school.
No one had ever heard of someone skipping directly to the last year without having attended high school before.
It would have been acceptable for a once-in-a-lifetime genius, but Lu Qingyi was admitted to a class known for its poor performance at the school.
"My god, I hope there's nothing wrong with my ears?"
"No way, attending the last year of high school without having attended high school?"
"I think I know something."
The people in Class 20 started talking again. They now looked at Lu Qingyi with a trace of scorn and curiosity.
Lu Qingyi raised her eyebrows, her sister was really something. It seemed like she was expressing concern but in fact, she was revealing her background to the class.
Heh.
"Sister, you must study hard, even a high school diploma is better than going out to work now."
Without Lu Qingyi replying, Jiayue continued chattering.
Going out to work now?
Oh boy.
The people of Class 20 seemed to know the truth.
Did Lu Qingyi drop out of junior high to go to work, and now been arranged by her family to go to high school to get a diploma?
"I can't believe it."
"Jiayue is such a great student, and Jiahao's performance is not bad either. I can't believe their sister is like this."
"Looks like Lu Qingyi didn't inherit the smart genes."
"Feeling happy, huh?"
Lu Qingyi never cared about the opinions of others. Sometimes, being accustomed to something came naturally.
She leaned close to Jiayue and whispered in her ear.
Childish.
"It's almost time for class. I have to go back to my classroom. Sister, if you have any problems, remember to come to me, I'm in Class 1."
Seeing that it was almost time for class, Jiayue reluctantly left after emphasizing her class.
Class 1, class 20, the difference between the two is like heaven and earth.
Show off, huh?
A sudden laugh escaped Lu Qingyi's lips.
As Jiayue turned to leave, the sweet smile on her face quickly faded, replaced by a smirk.
Lu Qingyi, I won't let you have an easy time at school.
Since she can remember, she had been the only daughter in the Lu family. Lu Qingyi was nothing more than a "poor relative" who stayed at the Lu Mansion once a year.
Their mother was always indifferent to Lu Qingyi, almost ignoring her existence. Although there had been concern in their father's eyes, it was scarce.
Their parents' dislike for Lu Qingyi led her to dislike Lu Qingyi as well.
Especially Qingyi's face which was more beautiful than hers, and her cold demeanor.
Sometimes, she really wanted to tear apart Lu Qingyi's face.
"Lu Qingyi, are your grades really that bad?"
"Lu Qingyi, what's it like to work outside?"
"Lu Qingyi, it must be hard to get by in society, right?"
"Eh, what kind of jobs have you done?"
"Wait, even if you stopped attending school, you as a rich miss wouldn't have to go out to work, would you?"
Lu Qingyi walked back to her seat nonchalantly. The classroom was buzzing with endless questions.
There were kind ones, scornful ones, sympathetic ones, curious ones...
So noisy, headache-inducing.
Lu Qingyi pressed her temples in frustration: "Shut up."
The noisy classroom instantly quieted down.
Lu Qingyi's voice was cold and crisp, exuding a sense of oppression, as if a naughty child had encountered a strict teacher.
Looking at each other in the silent classroom, the students were clueless; why did they quiet down?
Why did they listen to what Lu Qingyi said?
Why were they so obedient?
"Did anyone else feel like they were caught by the teacher in charge just now?"
A boy timidly opened his mouth, his tone uncertain.
They might not be afraid of subject teachers or class teachers, but they were still quite afraid of the teacher in charge.