亚洲熟妇另类

Chapter 52: One-on-one

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Qiao Yue gave Qiao Ze a strange look and asked sincerely, “Why are you still so serious when you’re not watching with your brain?”

“I was just watching…” Qiao Ze stopped mid-sentence and paused before changing the subject. “Since you don’t like it, I won’t make them anymore. I’ve more or less repaid the company’s favor.”

Qiao Yue hummed in agreement and yawned again with tears in her eyes.

Seeing that Qiao Yue was really sleepy, Qiao Ze urged her to go back to her room and sleep.

“It’s fine. It’s almost over anyway. I’ll watch with you till the end.” Qiao Yue said listlessly.

It was Qiao Ze who did not agree this time. He threatened, “Go back and sleep. If you don’t, I’ll carry you back.”

Qiao Yue rolled her eyes at Qiao Ze. He was the one who dragged her to watch a movie and now the one who urged her to sleep. She just couldn’t figure men out.

…

The next day, as soon as Qiao Yue arrived at school, she noticed that there was something else on her desk besides a pile of gifts. It was the test papers from her previous test.

Qiao Yue flipped through the paper. Other than the multiple-choice questions, there was basically nothing written on it. It was as if it was new.

“Yo! As expected of someone who transferred school halfway, skipping classes as he liked without even saying a word. I really don’t know how he got into Harvey.” A mocking male voice rang from the other side of the classroom.

Qiao Yue raised her eyes indifferently and looked in the direction of the voice. It was still the boy many admired and called Brother Sun.

People who could still be admired in this kind of noble academy were more or less from families with real power. It was probably this bit of power that gave him the courage to provoke others at will.

Qiao Yue chuckled and ignored him. She took out the milk that Qiao Yu forced on her this morning and started drinking it. Qiao Yu said it was to replenish Qiao Yue’s energy, but in reality, he felt that she was too short and wanted her to grow taller.

“Brother Sun is right. Some people have neither good grades nor special talent. Other than their pretty faces, they’re trash. The fact that Harvey accepted such a student really lowers our standard. The most infuriating thing is that there are so many girls who like him. What kind of taste do these girls have?”

The boy’s words didn’t do anything to Qiao Yue, but they immediately attracted murderous gazes from the girls.

How many girls who attended Harvey were not princesses in their families? How could they allow others to mock them like this?

It was true that they didn’t have much contact with Qiao Yue and only liked his face, but so what if they were shallow? Even if they had to support Qiao Yue, they could very well afford it.

“Huh! How much sour grapes did you eat to say such sour words?” A girl with long, straight black hair retorted.

The curly-haired girl next her chimed in with a mocking smile, “Having a good face is also a skill. Others can’t be envious of it. Besides, no matter what, he doesn’t gossip. A man like you nagged and gossiped all day long without the guts to name anyone. Huh! That’s not disgusting at all.”

The boy’s face turned red after being ridiculed by the two beauties, and he kept saying how shallow they were.

In the end, the boy looked to Brother Sun for help, hoping that he would help him get back at them. Who knew that Brother Sun’s face had also turned red?

The boy followed Brother Sun’s gaze and saw the class goddess, Sun Xiaozheng, talking to people around her and frowning at Brother Sun from time to time.

Probably because his goddess had seen through his anger, Brother Sun felt a wave of anger rush to his brain. He instantly lost his mind and walked straight in Qiao Yue’s direction.

Meanwhile, Qiao Yue was rocking her chair and drinking milk. She was engrossed in reading and did not notice that the flames of war had spread to her.

Suddenly, the light in front of Qiao Yue dimmed and the boy was standing in front of her.

With a bang, the boy slapped both hands on Qiao Yue’s desk.

“Hey! Good-for-nothing, let’s fight one-on-one.”

Qiao Yue’s hand that was holding the milk packet suddenly tightened, and she almost choked.

After coughing twice, Qiao Yue looked up, dug her ears and said, “What did you say? Say it again. I didn’t hear you clearly.”