That day, Little Jiang Siyan was sitting in the courtyard reading a book that someone from outside had sent over. It was delivered to a location in town, from where Jiang Siyan's grandfather would go to collect it.
At that time, mailing packages was still quite a rarity, let alone mailing new books to children, so everyone was quite curious.
Many children were curious and ran over to Jiang Siyan's house to have a look, but Ye Feixiang felt his position as the children's leader was threatened, and snatched Jiang Siyan's book and ran off!
Immediately after, the other children ran off as well.
With one hand on his hip, Ye Feixiang boasted, "I thought it was something good, but it's just full of tiny, dense words. Only bookworms would read that."
"Feixiang, is it a storybook? Is it good? Tell us about it!"
"Yeah, Feixiang, I want to hear a story!"
"As if Feixiang can read. The teacher says he's the last but one in the class!"
