Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 19 About to Lose to Class One Again

Yun Yue leaned her right hand against her chin, lazing sprawled out on the desk, casting a casual glance their way. Her pair of extremely beautiful eyes were filled with seduction, and her lips curled into a rascally smile, "I guess I must be a genius."

Zhang Ziyue blushed as she turned away. How could she be so rakishly charming!

Lunchtime.

Yun Yue sat in the canteen, making her first public appearance after becoming famous at First Middle School. Almost everyone in the canteen looked her way. freewebnσvel.cøm

Gu Yue and Shen Xuan sat not far away eating their meals—one the most handsome boy in school and the other the former beauty queen of the school, always the center of attention wherever they went.

There was no shortage of gossip around them, with some even comparing Shen Xuan to Yun Yue.

School forum comment section.

"Yun Yue is indeed more attractive than Shen Xuan, playing the bad girl and being snooty. She really looks better than Shen Xuan."

"What are you talking about! Shen Xuan is way more innocent looking. She’s the goddess in my heart."

"Who cares about looking innocent, the fact that she can make Wei Xuan call her ’sister’ makes her my goddess!"

"Pfft, can the person above open their eyes? Just looking at her, you can tell she’s not a good student. How could she compare with Shen Xuan?"

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Shen Xuan sat across Gu Yue, discreetly observing his expression. The noise around her didn’t seem to affect her.

"I’ve learned a new song recently. Do you want to hear it?" Shen Xuan’s eyes were quite pretty—round and bright—and her skin was fair and delicate, with a pure beauty’s face.

Gu Yue twisted open a bottle of drink and passed it to her: "Sure."

"Thanks." Shen Xuan’s smile grew as she took a small sip before her gaze involuntarily drifted towards Yun Yue’s side. Then she bowed her head and ate a few more bites of her meal.

Shen Xuan was a good student, talented, and was picked up and dropped off by luxury cars every day. Gu Yue also watched out for her, and many people at the school wanted to get closer to her.

Although Class Seven and Class One didn’t get along, the two of them meshed smoothly.

Every afternoon, Gu Yue would listen to Shen Xuan play the piano. Over time, First Middle School had paired them up—after all, talented boy meets beautiful girl; they had always been the talk of the school.

Now there was Yun Yue, and surely, comparisons were to be made.

However, Yun Yue had no interest in the gossip around her and left after eating only a few bites.

The sun outside was no longer as scorching as in July.

The weather was getting colder, and Yun Yue already wore the First Middle School’s coat uniform because she was naturally sensitive to cold.

Underneath the Academic Affairs building, beside the green grass walkway, a black Volkswagen was parked at the roadside, its license plate eye-catching.

Feng Ye played lazily with the blue earring dangling from his right earlobe, leaning against the car with enticing phoenix eyes, surrounded by a crowd of girls.

He looked somewhat smug, while Xiao Feng stood beside him with an expressionless face, contempt in his heart.

Xiao Chen sat in the car wrapped in a chill, his silhouette roughly visible through the car window.

Arrogant and unapproachable.

His presence was innate, and even just sitting in the car, he put substantial pressure on those around. They were curious but didn’t dare to approach closer, only sneaking cautious peeks.

Xiao Chen tilted his chin up, languidly stretched out his long legs, his brows bearing a faint chill, and his eyes always had a sultry, cloudy look.

As if possessed, he glanced over and his gaze lingered on Yun Yue for two seconds.

His eyes narrowed slightly, sweeping past the crowd, and landed on her profile. Under the light, her skin beneath the brim of her hat turned even paler, appearing both cold and dazzling.

Yun Yue entered the classroom and discovered that everyone was gathered around discussing something about the bulletin board.

She sat down at her desk, covered her head with the coat of the school uniform, and then started to nap on the desk.

With two hours of afternoon nap time, some students who were boarders would sleep in the school dormitory. Yun Yue found it too troublesome to commute back and forth, so she simply chose to eat and take her nap at school.

Lin Xuanze could only comply, having his meals and taking a nap during the lunch break at school.

As class was about to start, the voices in the classroom grew louder. Yang Xing was joking around with his buddies when he accidentally bumped Yun Yue’s desk.

He felt a sudden jolt in his heart, and couldn’t help but recall the day she had first arrived, when Young Master Gu had bumped her desk, only to be shoved to the ground by her. Surely he wouldn’t meet the same fate, would he?

A few people stared at her as she moved slightly, lifting her clothes to stand up from her seat, her eyes bloodshot, her expression chillingly cold.

Yang Xing immediately admitted his mistake before she could take any action, closing his eyes, his attitude genuine, "Yun Yue, I’m sorry, it was an accident that I hit your desk. You can continue sleeping..."

When he heard no response after a long wait, it was only when two of his buddies behind him called out to him that he looked up.

The figure at the doorway was both cold and proud, nine parts ice, one part insolence.

People exchanged glances—could it be that she wasn’t angry?

Yun Yue washed her face in the restroom, and the irritability in her heart subsided quite a bit. Her long eyelashes, wet with water and sticking together, made her seem much gentler.

That evening, after self-study class ended.

Zhang Ziyue still took the initiative to walk home with her.

Gu Yue and Yang Xing trailed not far behind them, and perhaps because she hadn’t gotten angry today, Yang Xing greeted them.

Gu Yue held a video game console in his hand, his brows furrowed and eyes cast down. Perhaps he was losing, his expression slightly wrinkled, revealing a touch of irritability.

Hearing Yang Xing’s voice, he raised his eyebrows and looked forward, his gaze cold and fiery.

Zhang Ziyue suddenly remembered the incident of Yun Yue pushing him to the ground and reminded her in a low voice, biting her lip, "Yun Yue, it’s best not to provoke Gu Yue. His family is distinguished, and he has a bad temper. If you can avoid him, do so."

"Gu Yue doesn’t give anyone face at school, except for Shen Xuan. That’s why Shen Xuan is the second person at school you don’t want to mess with."

After self-study, they avoided the rush hour and stayed in the classroom for a while before leaving.

At the staircase, they came face to face with Shen Xuan.

At that moment, Shen Xuan was accompanied by a short-haired girl who seemed to harbor hostility toward the two of them.

Shen Xuan turned her head slightly to look at them, her chin slightly raised, exuding an air of superiority.

Lin Xuanze walked beside them, chatting and laughing as if he were particularly familiar with Shen Xuan.

Yun Yue narrowed her eyes in curiosity.

The other party seemed to have seen her as well, her gaze sweeping past her and looking further back.

"Shen Xuan, Young Master Gu is waiting for you again, hurry up," the short-haired girl’s voice was somewhat loud, and she deliberately glanced their way.

A bit of a show-off.

With one hand in her pocket, Yun Yue made her way down the stairs without slowing her pace.

"Let’s go," said Shen Xuan, her voice sweet as she greeted Gu Yue and Yang Xing.

Gu Yue also spoke up, surprisingly tender.

"It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Shen Xuan is the Heavenly Pride Girl," Zhang Ziyue mused, gossiping softly, "She’s an only child, and her whole family dotes on her. She’s been to countless banquets, big and small, every year. Gu Yue backs her up at school, and her family is quite wealthy."

"She plays the piano beautifully and her paintings are nice, she’s even won awards. Our Class 7 is going to lose to Class 1 again in the blackboard newspaper competition."

Zhang Ziyue felt somewhat defeated. It was common knowledge at school that Class 7 and Class 1 didn’t get along, always competing with each other in each semester’s activities.

In sports like basketball, Class 7 was triumphant, but they fell short in academics compared to Class 1. Every year, the evening party and the blackboard newspaper competition were dominated by Class 1.

Because of her skillful piano playing and beautiful painting.

In the whole school, no one could outshine her in either of these talents.

Yun Yue raised an eyebrow at Zhang Ziyue, her gaze free and unfettered, without saying anything.