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Chapter 29: Senior Grade 3, Class 2

Chapter 29: Senior Grade 3, Class 2

Senior Year, Class Two, this period was for morning self-study, so there was no teacher in the classroom.

With over sixty students in total, the class was currently abuzz with hot debate about the school beauty, Su Yurou, dating someone. Ling Xuejiu, who shared a desk with Li Mengjie, couldn’t help but lean in close to Li Mengjie and whisper with a laugh, "Xiao Jie, you’re really something, you’re practically becoming the queen of gossip!"

Li Mengjie’s face turned red. Her real purpose for doing this was mainly to smear Su Yurou—why should someone else be ranked the third beauty and she only fourth?

Of course, she wouldn’t admit to this. With a snicker, she said, "Why, could it be that you’re jealous of your family’s bodyguard?" That statement was indeed sharp!

"You..." Ling Xuejiu was about to explode with anger. She couldn’t stand Leng Xuan enough as it was—how could she possibly be jealous of him? That was an international joke, no, a super international joke. She couldn’t help but burst out angrily, "Li Mengjie, do you believe I’ll tell everyone what happened last night!"

"What happened last night? Uh, what?" Li Mengjie purposely feigned ignorance, although her face was already red, absolutely loathing Leng Xuan to the core. Her pure and untouched body had been fully exposed to some country bumpkin; just thinking about it made her want to freak out.

Suddenly, with a loud "bang," the door was kicked open. First came a big Pudgy man with a face full of horizontal flesh, followed by a short guy dressed in hip-hop style, and then an African student with a robust physique... The last one to enter was a youth dressed absurdly, wearing a pair of platform leather boots, with sunglasses on, and a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Glancing around, the last youth’s gaze locked onto Ling Xuejiu, and immediately his expression changed to a smile. He took off his sunglasses and walked over, saying, "Xiao Xue, when did you get here? To see you, I got up before dawn, and then when I arrived at school, I found you weren’t here. My heart felt like it hadn’t seen you for eons..." He scratched his scalp, then turned to the African student, "Xiao Hei, pop quiz for you, not seeing for eons is like what?"

The African student Xiao Hei spoke in very fluent Mandarin, "Boss, it’s not eons; it’s ’one day not seen feels like three autumns’!"

"I say it’s eons; why do you care about one day? Half-correct, add five points!" The youth snapped his fingers, then turned his head back towards Ling Xuejiu with a teasing smile, saying, "Know what? Xiao Xue, I miss you like mice love rice."

The Pudgy man with a face full of horizontal flesh reminded him, "Boss, it’s ’I love you like mice love rice’."

The whole class was trying hard to hold back laughter; some had already burst into laughter.

"Like I need your input!" the youth glared at Pudgy.

"Xu Renjie, get lost. I don’t want to hear your nonsense!" Ling Xuejiu was straining to keep her composure, but the words came out through gritted teeth, showing just how angry she was.

This Xu Renjie—wasn’t he just relying on his father being an official? Just because he felt he had some distant familial ties with the school board, did he think he could do whatever he wished at the school?

Although Ling Xuejiu thought this in her heart, she really had no way of dealing with the shamelessly thick-skinned Xu Renjie. After all, this was a school matter, and as long as Xu Renjie didn’t do anything excessive to her, she couldn’t bother her grandfather with such trifles.

"Eh, why aren’t you taking your seats, fellow students?" Suddenly, an annoyed voice rang out.