In school, Hong Jiaxin was a heroine among women; there wasn't a boy who didn't fear her.
Except for Luo Yang, of course.
Luo Yang used to be no match for her, but after obtaining the "Shennong Scripture" and developing True Qi, she could only look at his back in admiration.
In the face of absolute power, all techniques were like flowery fists and embroidered legs.
Speaking of routines, Hong Jiaxin knew far too many compared to Luo Yang.
But in terms of Inner Strength, she was no match for him.
"Class President, don't get agitated. Gentlemen resolve disputes with words, not fists. If we're sitting down, you're number one; if we're standing up, I'm number one. Isn't that right?" Luo Yang said with a smile.
"You dare mock Sister with such roundabout insults, I'll not spare you!" Hong Jiaxin giggled while swinging her small fists at Luo Yang.
But there was a coffee table between them, and she couldn't reach him.
Seeing her happy warmed his heart.
Otherwise, whenever things quieted down, she would start to miss her missing parents, which deeply troubled Luo Yang.
He had promised her that he would help find her parents.
So far, he had not been able to fulfill that promise.
"Class President, I am truly talented in both letters and martial arts. There's no shame in being inferior to me," Luo Yang said with a laugh.
Hearing this, Hong Jiaxin bent over laughing.
When it came to martial prowess, she indeed couldn't compare to him now.
But speaking of academic knowledge, whether in school or in the village, Luo Yang was universally acknowledged as a poor student.
While Hong Jiaxin was a genuine top scholar.
After laughing for a while, she rolled her eyes at him, still smiling, and said, "You've cracked Sister up, you owe me money!"
Luo Yang said with a smile, "Class President..."
At that moment, they heard An Yuying's voice outside:
"Niu Zai, Niu Zai."
She had likely come over because she heard the laughter of Luo Yang and Hong Jiaxin and wanted to check what was going on. Luo Yang went out to meet her before she came in.
"Sister An, are you looking for me?" Luo Yang asked softly.
"As if I am. I just couldn't sleep and wanted to take a walk," An Yuying denied.
Ever since she developed special feelings for Luo Yang, she paid extra attention to the girls around him.
Whenever she saw Luo Yang laughing and chatting with any girl, she would inquire about the situation.
But she wouldn't admit that she was jealous.
"Sister An, are you hungry and can't sleep?" Luo Yang asked.
"Not at all, I just felt like walking," she said.
Then she changed the subject.
"What were you and Jiaxin doing inside?"
She had heard the laughter before.
Luo Yang said, "I told the Class President that sleeping too much would turn her into a pig, and she chased after me for it."
Upon hearing this, An Yuying chuckled and said, "Niu Zai, you shouldn't say things like that about Jiaxin. No girl would not get angry being called a pig by you."
While talking, the two entered the private room.
Then Hong Jiaxin followed them in, intent on settling the score with Luo Yang.
Fortunately, An Yuying was there to stand between them, and after much persuasion, she managed to coax Hong Jiaxin back into the private room to rest.
Sitting on the sofa, Luo Yang said with a smile, "Sister An, if the Class President isn't feeling happy, please advise her more."
It made more sense for a girl to comfort another girl.
As a boy, there were some things Luo Yang didn't find appropriate to say to Hong Jiaxin.
An Yuying also knew of Hong Jiaxin's plight and nodded, "I know. You don't have to tell me, I'll persuade her. Just stop making her angry all the time."
Sometimes, without a little provocation, Hong Jiaxin's attention could not be diverted.
Only by getting her worked up could she temporarily forget her unhappy thoughts.
"Sister An, when I say sleeping too much turns her into a pig, it's not an insult. I think pigs look quite nice," he said while sizing up An Yuying from head to toe.
"If you said I'm a pig, I would be upset," An Yuying pouted her red lips.
Even when upset, her eyes remained tender, it was just that her lips protruded more, thin and luscious, quite enchanting.