Richie sat beside Si Ang without so much as opening his textbook. He already knew his dad had tampered with its contents.
He merely propped his chin on one hand and watched with a faint, mocking smile as Anya flipped back and forth through her textbook, looking utterly bewildered.
Beside Richie, Sian Evan exuded a cool, aloof air that warned strangers to keep their distance. His eyes stayed on his textbook, but his thoughts kept drifting toward Richie.
Proud as he was, he would never admit it, even if he was thinking about Richie.
Listening to the teacher read the text aloud, Richie grew a little bored. His curiosity getting the better of him, he opened his textbook.
Just then, the language teacher was reading, "From that day on, John never apologized to anyone again."
Yet when Richie opened his textbook, he saw: But on second thought, occasionally swallowing his pride and apologizing was important, as was getting along with his friends.
Seeing his father's handiwork everywhere, even in the illustrations drawn into the textbook, Richie couldn't help laughing.
Richie's tiny movements as he stifled his laughter drew a sideways glance from Si Ang.
They had the same language textbook, so why was Richie so amused? Si Ang couldn't understand it.
"What are you laughing at!" Si Ang kept his upper body still, waiting for Richie to present whatever was so entertaining.
After all, as his little lackey, Richie ought to obey him in everything.
As though he hadn't heard Si Ang speak, Richie simply carried on chuckling over his language textbook.
Si Ang was a little irritated. This frail little commoner really didn't take him seriously at all.
Angry now, Si Ang turned his head away with a soft "Hmph."
The haughty young master thought that giving Richie the