Chapter 41

“…”

Jiang Ran began to doubt his hearing for the first time.

His followers even uttered a “holy shit.”

Did this girl really want to fight with Brother Ran?

Didn’t they know that Brother Ran even took first place in the citywide Taekwondo competition last year?

“No way, transfer student—” Jiang Ran licked his lips, “Are you serious?”

Ying Zijin yawned, “Mhm, after the fight, I want to sleep.”

His followers were silenced for the second time.

“This seems like a provocation to Brother Ran, right?”

“Be confident, remove the seems.”

“Alright then.” Jiang Ran laughed and tossed his school jacket to a follower, “I’ll fight you, but don’t cry later.”

**

Three minutes later.

Jiang Ran lay on the ground, staring expressionlessly at the ceiling, suffering the first huge blow of his smooth-sailing life.

Next to him, Ying Zijin picked up her backpack from the ground, stepped over him, and walked inside.

No one dared to block her.

His followers watched as the girl walked to an empty seat unhurriedly, took out a pillow from her backpack, plopped it down on the desk, and crashed, covering herself with a blanket.

“…”

She came prepared with all the gear.

“Does this count as Brother Ran failing to kick someone out?”

“Did you see her moves just now? I bet she wasn’t even trying hard.”

“To be honest, it was kind of cool.”

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, who would believe that Jiang Ran had been beaten by a girl?

“It’s okay, Brother Ran.” His followers consoled, “If you can’t handle it, there’s still Sister Yu. I’m calling her now, she’ll come back and surely kick her out.”

“Don’t worry, Brother Ran, what you can’t do, Sister Yu can.”

Jiang Ran gritted his teeth: “Scram!”

His followers scampered off swiftly.

One of them was on his phone in a rush, “Sister Yu, you have to come back, something terrible has happened…”

**

Ying Zijin slept straight through to the middle of the day.

The classroom was deserted, everyone had left, and the principal had specially canceled a class for Class 19 today, fearing even the teachers might become collateral damage.

She rubbed her head, turned on her phone, and saw a message that had come in five minutes earlier on the lock screen.

[Kid, come out for lunch, Big Brother is waiting for you at the school gate.]

She was silent for a second, grabbed her coat, and walked out.

The school gate was bustling with people.

There are many street food stalls around Verdant, and at this time, students were buying lunch.

Only the offspring of wealthy families from Shanghai City would have someone deliver meals to them.

The man was standing in front of the school monument, leaning against a tree.

He was tilting his head, engrossed in his phone.

Although he looked lazy and indifferent, he attracted many passersby to pause and linger.

A woman approached him seductively, “Hello.”

Fu Yunshen glanced up, the faint smile in his eyes instantly vanishing.

The woman tucked her hair behind her ear, demurely saying, “Could I have your WeChat details?”

“Hmm, I have a kid at home that needs taking care of, if you don’t mind being a stepmom—” Fu Yunshen was amused, “Then, sure.”

The woman’s face turned green, and she turned on her heel and left, cursing “Psycho!”

Fu Yunshen put away his phone, turned his head, and saw the girl buying a candied haw, eating as she walked towards him.

Docile and soft.

He suddenly smiled and waved his hand, “Yaoyao, over here.”

Ying Zijin had already seen him. She approached and handed him another stick of candied haw she was holding.

Fu Yunshen hesitated, “You eat it, I don’t like sweets.”

The hand promptly retracted, as if just being polite for a moment.

“…” Fu Yunshen raised his eyebrow, “Eating so much, aren’t you afraid of gaining weight?”

“Oh.” Ying Zijin chewed on the hawthorn slowly, “I run ten kilometers every day.”

Though responsible for taking care of the elderly, she couldn’t let her physical fitness fall behind.

Fu Yunshen casually looked up, “How’s the new class?”

“Pretty fun.”

A bunch of silly kids full of joy, far more relaxed than the Elite Class.

The two were not extravagant, so they ate nearby the school.

On the way back to school, just as Ying Zijin was pondering how to make money lying down, a voice rang out overhead, tickling her eardrums.

“Kid, open your mouth.”

Ying Zijin looked up.

In front of her were a man’s slender and porcelain-white fingers, and a piece of candy.

“What should you say?”

Ying Zijin glanced at him, “Didn’t you say you didn’t want to hear it anymore?”

“Hmm? I don’t want to hear you say thanks, but I’d like to hear our Yaoyao say—” His peach-blossom eyes curved up, “Thank you, brother.”

“Then I won’t eat it.”

“…”

“Alright,” Fu Yunshen began to tear open the candy wrapper, “I was just joking with you, it’s specially for you, go on, eat it.”

The candy looked quite ordinary, even the wrapping paper had no brand on it.

After the candy was in her mouth, Ying Zijin felt the hidden injuries in her body begin to relax.

It was probably more than just candy.

Her eyelashes fluttered faintly.

No wonder she couldn’t calculate his deeper intentions.

“I’ll drop you off here,” Fu Yunshen stopped, “Go back now.”

As he turned around, four words drifted to his ears.

Fu Yunshen paused, looked back, but the girl had already entered the school gates.

After a moment, he chuckled softly, his eyes carelessly amused.

The kid’s lips say one thing while her heart thinks another.

**

At three-thirty in the afternoon, Class 19 finally came back to life because the Boss Lady of Verdant had finally returned.

The Boss Lady was dressed in a black leather jacket, helmet in hand.

Fierce red lips, imposing and striking.

She looked like a gangster sister through and through.

“Sister Yu, that’s her,” a lackey pointed at a table, “Total troublemaker.”

The gangster sister looked over, her eyes lighting up, “Fuck, she’s so beautiful?”

The lackey’s mouth twitched, reminding her, “Sister Yu.”

“Cough cough…” The gangster sister straightened up, reverting to her cool demeanor, “Just wait.”

Ying Zijin, resting with her eyes closed, suddenly felt a kick at the table.

She opened her eyes, gazing hazily over.

“I’ll have you know, no one in Class 19 welcomes you.” Sister Yu slammed her palm onto the table, “Smarten up and leave. Don’t say I didn’t warn you when it gets rough.”

“Yeah, scram,” the lackeys behind her added fiercely, “Ever heard of Sister Yu? Xiu Yu, she’s not someone you can mess with!”

Now she should be scared, right?

Shouldn’t she be running off?

But the girl leaning on her hand looked at her, and after a few seconds, as if struck by a thought, she asked, “Your eyeshadow is really nicely done, could you teach me?”

Xiu Yu, who was about to continue her tough talk, “?”

“…”

Then, ten minutes later, seeing Xiu Yu enthusiastically discussing makeup with Ying Zijin, the class was somewhat despondent.

“Not only did Brother Ran fail, Sister Yu too got played.”

“She’s toxic for sure, she’s got both Jiang Ran and Sister Yu wrapped around her finger.”

“No helping it, Sister Yu is a sucker for beauty, after all.”

Everyone gave up struggling and could only accept the fact.

But they found… perhaps accepting it wasn’t too bad?

“Since both Brother Ran and Sister Yu lost to her, she’s the Boss of our class now. What should we call her?”

“What’s higher than a sister or brother?”

“Of course, it’s Daddy. Let’s call her Daddy Ying.”

Everyone agreed instantly, their faces beaming with excitement.

“We can’t welcome Daddy Ying to our class without making a statement. We need to throw a welcome party and even livestream it on the forum!”

“Quick, quick, quick, start a thread.”

The lackeys quickly made a post, shooting it instantly to the front page of the forum.

When Zhong Zhiwan saw the post, she wanted to smash her phone.

She had waited all day, only to see such an outcome.

She thought Class 19 had gone mad, Jiang Ran and Xiu Yu were utterly useless.

Zhong Zhiwan’s eyelashes dropped as she stood up to make a phone call.

“Auntie, there are some things I don’t want to mention, but this is having a bad influence.”

“Cousin… she beat up Jiang Ran.” Zhong Zhiwan paused, leaving the statement there, “And that Jiang Ran is… going to be troublesome.”