Moreover, because her mother said that Lu Wangshu’s family is very wealthy, and Lu Wangshu’s father is the richest man in An City, if she married into Lu Wangshu’s family, she could live the life of a little princess.

She had also seen Lu Wangshu’s father, who is even more handsome than her own father. If Lu Wangshu grows up, he will definitely be a handsome guy. Then, standing next to Lu Wangshu would certainly be impressive.

So from the start of the school term until now, the little girl had one goal: to marry Lu Wangshu when she grew up.

But she didn’t expect that she couldn’t sit in that seat, while others could, and it was a new student.

Moreover, Song Nianhuan was prettier than her, so the little girl instantly began to resent Song Nianhuan.

Song Nianhuan sat directly in Lu Wangshu’s seat, while Lu Wangshu sat in the inner seat. Thoughtfully, he brought over his things so Song Nianhuan wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

After sitting down, Song Nianhuan immediately opened her little backpack, took out a candy, and handed it to Lu Wangshu with a sly smile, "Here, this is for you."

Lu Wangshu looked at it for a couple of seconds before accepting it. He recognized it as delicious candy he had before at Song Nianhuan’s place, and when he was coming this morning, he had thought that if he went to see Huanhuan, he would make sure to have a few more. He didn’t expect Song Nianhuan to bring it for him.

After accepting the candy from Song Nianhuan, Lu Wangshu took something out from his own backpack and handed it to Song Nianhuan, "This is for you."

Song Nianhuan saw that it was a box of pastries and immediately accepted it happily, "Thank you."

Brother...

She didn’t actually call out those two words out loud because she was still a bit embarrassed to say it.

After all, there were still so many people around, and in front of so many people, she really couldn’t say it. When there was no one around, she didn’t mind calling him brother several times.

The teacher on the podium saw that Lu Wangshu wasn’t upset but even gave something to the new student, and it was as if she had discovered a new continent looking at Lu Wangshu and Song Nianhuan.

It wasn’t until the teacher waiting at the door for the class to start coughed twice to remind her that she snapped back to reality, quickly putting away her surprised expression, and smiling as she spoke, "Alright, everyone must get along well with the new student, now let’s start the class."

"Got it, teacher."

The students below immediately replied in unison.

The homeroom teacher nodded and left directly.

The art teacher walked in and warmly said, "In this class, we will be drawing, so everyone take out your brushes and drawing paper."

Then, she directly looked at Song Nianhuan, who was sitting next to Lu Wangshu, walked over to her, and warmly asked, "Song Nianhuan, do you have brushes and drawing paper?"

Song Nianhuan shook her head honestly, "Teacher, I didn’t know there was drawing today, so I didn’t buy any yet."

She was suddenly told by her godfather to attend preschool. Originally, she was unwilling to come, because she had attended preschool in Paris, but the students there bullied her, calling her a wild child without a father.

She even got into a fight with other students there, ending up sending a classmate to the hospital.

It wasn’t that she was too aggressive, but that classmate was too weak and actually hit her first. Her godfather had been teaching her self-defense techniques since she was three years old, so in any fight with kids her age, she wasn’t the weak one.

But because of that incident, she made her mom sad.

In preschool, no one played with her.

So, she was very resistant to preschool.

But her godfather said that attending preschool here meant she could meet her brother and be in the same class with him, so she came.

The teacher was about to say she would bring over a set of drawing tools when Lu Wangshu acted first.

This was a drawing class, and though Song Nianhuan didn’t bring her own brushes and paper, Lu Wangshu had brought two sets, and he gave the unused one directly to Song Nianhuan.

"This set is for you."

The teacher’s gaze fell on Lu Wangshu, starting with a pause, then smiling as she said to Song Nianhuan, "Classmate Lu lends you the brushes, so go ahead and use them."

Lu Wangshu heard the teacher’s words, furrowed his brows slightly, and then calmly explained, "It’s not a loan, I’m giving it to her."