Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again! Chapter 67 What’s the situation?

Evening self-study.

Although Class Seven had won against Class One, as Xiao Ye had said, they didn’t win by their actual ability.

The atmosphere all night was pretty subdued.

"Ah! Winning by true ability is so hard!"

"If I had real ability, I would have used it long ago."

"Ah!"

Yun Yue: "..."

These people had been sighing all evening, yet she hadn’t seen them actually reading their books.

She took the lollipop out of her mouth, her voice tinged with a bit of coldness, "If I hear another sigh, don’t bla for being rude."

Everyone in the class imdiately clamped their mouths shut.

"You’re so aweso, do you have any quick ways to improve our grades?" asked Yang Xing, tilting his head.

The whole class looked at her with hopeful eyes.

Such an aweso person must have so tricks up their sleeve.

She curled her Lip into a smile, a rascal grin on her face, "Sure, between three long and one short, choose the short one, between three short and one long, choose the long one, if you don’t know, just pick C..."

"Hahaha! I’m dying of laughter!"

The whole class burst into laughter, slapping their desks. At that mont, Yang Xing was earnestly teaching her exam-taking tactics, and he certainly didn’t expect her to be a top student.

His little bit of ability was but a joke in front of her, and laughter brought tears to their eyes.

Yang Xing: "..."

His face turned red, never before had he felt so embarrassed, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.

That little bit of ability he had shown off in front of a full-score top student.

He felt like a clown.

Gu Yue couldn’t help but smirk; he was right there at the ti, and Yang Xing was like a mother with a broken heart teaching her.

He could very much understand how he was feeling at the mont.

"Alright, just study hard, I’ll sort out so materials tonight that will ensure you’ll make rapid progress," said Yun Yue, her smile fading, leaning back arrogantly at a forty-five-degree angle in her chair, her apricot eyes bold yet confident.

Yang Xing’s eyes lit up, craning his neck, "Really? You’re not joking?"

Yun Yue glanced at him lightly. Did she look like the kind of person who joked?

Receiving her glance, he laughed sheepishly and retracted his neck, his eyes filled with expectation.

The students of Class Seven all looked at Yun Yue like him, hopeful.

"Yun Yue, you’re not going to steal the exam questions like you did this ti, are you?" Zhang Ziyue was already scared of her cunning moves.

The exam questions from the Top Ten Schools, where did she get them?

The people of Class Seven all looked at her en masse, hoping she wouldn’t do that again, for next ti there might not be a top student like her to bail them out.

Yun Yue’s mouth twitched, using such a tactic only because she had no other choice, "Don’t worry, I won’t do it this ti, I’ll make sure you all win against Class One on your own rits."

Zhang Ziyue breathed a sigh of relief, smiling, "That’s good, then. Do whatever you want, we promise to study hard."

The students of Class Seven nodded earnestly, they would study to death.

Crush Class One!

Yun Yue raised her eyebrows, looking down at her own book.

Gu Yue glanced at her, actually always quite curious about the thick books she had, which looked quite old.

After evening self-study, it was ti to go ho.

After evening self-study, Gu Yue and Shen Xuan would usually leave the school together.

"You guys in Class Seven..." Shen Xuan pursed her lips, clutching the straps of her bookbag tightly. Falling out of the top ten in the grade was like a black mark in her life, along with the ti with the bulletin board.

It seed like ever since Yun Yue appeared, all that used to belong to her was gone.

School belle, bulletin board, ranking...

The more she thought about it, the more indignant she beca, her heart filling with jealousy.

Why the hell!

Why did everyone at school seem to beco blind to her the mont she appeared, leaving her to just be a re backdrop.

Gu Yue lowered his eyelids, concealing his gaze, and said indifferently, "I don’t know what’s wrong with them."

Shen Xuan glanced at him and, seeing he obviously didn’t want to talk more about it, didn’t press the issue, but her pace halted when she saw the person in front of her.

Yun Yue walked past her with arrogance, her silhouette carefree and flamboyant, as if mocking and looking down upon her disdainfully.

She clenched her teeth tightly and gripped the straps of her handbag with all her might.

She was determined to make her pay.

"Young Master Gu, Shen Xuan, we’re heading out first," Yang Xing waved his hand in greeting, followed by Wang Ning and a few other classmates from class seven.

"Boss, wait for us, we want to leave the school with you."

They jumped down the flight of stairs in just a few steps, and Shen Xuan pursed her lips, wondering why she never noticed them being so excited and eager to follow her before.

Yun Yue kept walking without stopping, while they hurried to catch up from the back door.

"Boss, if you need any help, just command us. We can do all the physical tasks like running errands, and don’t tire yourself out searching for materials at night; we’d feel heartbroken."

Yun Yue raised an eyebrow at Yang Xing and said casually, "Has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like a jerk?"

Yang Xing: "..."

Boss is boss, always able to leave soone speechless with just one phrase.

"How could I be a jerk? I’ve never even been in a relationship. Plus, it’s not my fault I’m good-looking; my mom gave birth to ." Yang Xing touched his face and took out a small mirror from his pocket, his smile full of self-admiration.

The others around him weren’t surprised; no one in the class was more narcissistic than he was.

Yun Yue’s lips twitched a couple of tis, finally understanding those strange movents he made during class.

"Take my advice—if you want to beat Class One, you better stop looking in the mirror. It might make you delusional about your looks."

Zhang Ziyue snorted out loud with laughter. So sarcastic!

"Hahaha, finally, soone called you out!"

Wang Ning laughed proudly; sitting next to Yang Xing, no one knew better how many tis he checked himself out during a class.

The group laughed their way to the school gate.

"Boss, which district do you live in? Maybe we can head the sa way," Yang Xing asked him.

"Yunhua District, Lin Mansion," Yun Yue replied, looking down at his phone and responding indifferently to their question.

Lin Family?

The crowd looked at her unanimously.

They rembered that there was only one Lin Mansion in Yunhua District; wasn’t that Lin Xuanze’s ho?

"What’s up?" Yun Yue put away her phone and raised an eyebrow at them.

They collectively shook their heads, hoping it wasn’t what they were thinking.

The blare of a car horn interrupted them, and a black BMW business car stopped at their gate.

Lin Xiang rolled down the window, revealing her graceful and delicate makeup, and smiled, "Yueyue, are these your classmates?"

They didn’t seem too difficult to get along with. Seeing Yueyue chatting so happily with them, they all looked easy to talk to.

"Auntie, hello."

They all greeted her, their eyes landing on Lin Xuanze in the backseat.

"Hello, everyone. It seems you get along well with Yue," Lin Xiang said with a smile, already thinking about finding an opportunity to invite them to the Lin Mansion, which would also be a good chance to announce Yue’s identity to everyone.

"Sure, definitely," they were completely stunned. What was going on?

Was Lin Xuanze’s mother calling their boss Yueyue?

And what did she an by "their ho"?

Lin Xiang glanced at her son playing with his phone in the back and, feeling piqued, said, "Lin Xuanze, what are you waiting for? Open the door for your sister."

Lin Xuanze: "..."

Could he not have so dignity in front of outsiders?