"What do you know?"
"He was utterly lifeless, even the look in his eyes as dead as a pool of stagnant water.
It was as if he didn't care about anything or anyone, not even himself. He had completely shut himself away."
"But did you notice just now? He hardly ever speaks at school, yet he said two whole sentences to me. He even lost his temper with me a little. What does that tell you?"
444 looked bewildered. "What does it tell you?"
"It tells you that I'm special. It tells you he's starting to care about me. Look, I came in first, and he didn't even plan to kidnap me."
If it had been that bastard Yu Xiujie, she'd probably have been tied over a pot of boiling oil by now.
...Host, I truly admire you.
No one in history, past or future, could flatter themselves as shamelessly as you do. You're the only one.
"Hmph. Just wait and see. He'll change his attitude toward me very soon."
Su Qiao was very confident in herself.
She swung her backpack onto her shoulder, boarded the bus, and happily headed home.
*
Beicheng, in a villa complex near the outskirts, inside a certain villa.
"Why third? Why not first?"
"Smack!"
A middle-aged woman in a dark professional suit, with remarkably well-maintained features, slapped the boy across the face along with his test paper.
Her exquisitely made-up face was twisted and ferocious with rage.
Five red finger marks instantly appeared on the boy's already pale face. Clearly, she hadn't held back at all.
The boy stood there like a piece of wood, his expression dull and his head slightly bowed, offering no resistance.
One slap was nowhere near enough to vent her anger or express the fury in Jiang Meng's heart.