This ti, Ye Anhao showed no impatience on her face. She explained things very carefully, just like a little teacher lecturing a student.
In the past, no matter how much Ouyang Yifeng tried to please her, she wouldn’t pay any attention to him. But this ti, Ye Anhao treated him very differently.
Ouyang Yifeng thought he might have found a way to get close to Ye Anhao.
So, for the past half month or so, Ouyang Yifeng completely changed his forr nonchalant attitude. He stopped skipping classes and stopped sleeping during lectures, and for a while, he beca a model student, starting to "seriously" study.
Of course, whether he actually listened in class, only he knew, but he put on a good show. The teachers even praised him in front of all the students, treating him as a rare example of a reford troublemaker.
However, they didn’t know that Ouyang Yifeng didn’t care about studying at all. He just wanted to use this opportunity to get close to Ye Anhao.
Every day, he would go to Ye Anhao with various questions. Even though the questions were always very simple, Ye Anhao would answer them one by one, never showing any impatience.
But Ye Anhao didn’t have much ti to study herself. Being constantly pestered by him, she nearly couldn’t finish her howork many tis. One day, Ye Anhao finally couldn’t take it anymore, "Can’t you go ask the teacher?"
"My questions are too basic. The teacher will look down on ."
"So you’re not afraid that I’ll look down on you?" Ye Anhao said expressionlessly.
Ouyang Yifeng glanced at her deeply, "Not afraid."
Ye Anhao was speechless, but since it was rare for soone to start taking studying seriously, she didn’t want to discourage him. So she let it be, thinking she could just finish her howork at night.
That’s how it went for over half a month, and Ye Anhao and Ouyang Yifeng got along peacefully. But one day, after school, she was surrounded by a few girls.
Those girls were wearing red school uniforms, indicating they were students from the nearby school, No. 3 High School.
One girl, with purple-dyed hair, stepped forward and sized up Ye Anhao from head to toe.
"You’re Ye Anhao?" The girl’s tone was unfriendly, and her gaze towards Ye Anhao was filled with hostility.
Ye Anhao didn’t understand why she had antagonized this girl. She glanced at the girl indifferently and said, "Yes, I am..."
Before she could finish her words, a loud slap was the response she got.
With a "smack," five finger marks instantly appeared on Ye Anhao’s face.
The girl felt a twisted pleasure seeing those red marks on Ye Anhao’s face. But before she could feel smug, Ye Anhao slapped her back.
The girl clutched her burning right cheek in disbelief, glaring at Ye Anhao with hatred, "You... you dare to hit ."
Ye Anhao sneered, her expression proud, "I hit you. I don’t care why you’re looking for , but I want to tell you, I, Ye Anhao, am not a doormat and won’t let anyone push around."
"You vixen, seducing my boyfriend. Do you still think you’re in the right?"
"What boyfriend? I have no idea what you’re talking about." Ye Anhao found it ridiculous. She had always been well-behaved and never gotten close to any boy, let alone seduce one.
"Huh... quit playing dumb. My boyfriend Ouyang Yifeng, do you dare say you didn’t seduce him?"
Ouyang Yifeng?
Ye Anhao instantly understood. So, it’s his fault. Hmph, why should she deal with the trouble he caused?
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