Quite a few girls looked at Qinghe with dissatisfaction, fearing that the vibrant little grass that was Gu Che, so gentle and pure, might be plucked by her.
Qinghe took out the textbooks her family had given her from her backpack. She had already skimmed through them the day before and found them much simpler than those in her previous world. With the teacher's explanations, she would have a solid grasp of the material.
Her backpack wasn't one of those trendy single-shoulder or cross-body bags, but a proper light green one that matched her temperament perfectly, full of vitality. It was specially brought to her by Gu Shaoqing, who had learned that she was going back to school.
As for her family members, perhaps she had already acknowledged them in her heart, but only a few people. Once she accepted someone, she would protect them, a trait that had been cultivated in her on top of her wolf instincts.
