Seeing their disdainful glance, she turned and left. Sister Lin suddenly felt as if they were not on the same level at all; she was the lofty queen, looking down on them with scorn, while they were like the tiny ants in the soil, being gazed upon by her from high above.
A breeze came by, and though it was a hot day, it snapped Sister Lin out of it as if she had been awakened from a dream, chuckling at herself. How could she feel this way? She was the queen of "Lin Dun," after all. That girl was too eerie; how could such a petite figure possess so much power?
When Qinghe arrived at the class, the teacher was already lecturing. Seeing Qinghe come in, perhaps because she was an exchange student, he didn't scowl, and Qinghe apologized with a guilty expression, saying she got lost, which was why she was late. The teacher kindly nodded his head and let her go back to her seat. This girl had been performing quite well ever since she arrived.
