After some heartwarming little interludes at home, for the three miserable students, it was still necessary to go to bed early at night.
After all, tomorrow was yet another school day.
"I don't want to go to school, I don't want to go to school, I want to sleep, Mom~~"
The next morning, because she had slept very late, Shen Yi covered her head in an attempt to stay in bed.
"A good child should welcome a beautiful new day full of energy, baby."
Wen Ya was someone who loved life very much. She kept a lot of plants, but they would always be watered to death by Shen Sixing's frequent watering.
She also loved cooking and looked full of passion every day.
Shen Yi tried to put up a dying struggle.
"Just five more minutes."
"Just five minutes, please, Mom."
The child's voice carried a bit of groggy childishness, her whining sounding like a little pet cat. Wen Ya's heart took a critical hit. She covered her mouth, the corners of her lips uncontrollably lifting into a delighted smile, her tone helpless. "Alright, alright, then I'll come wake you up again in five minutes."
"Uh-huh!"
However, after sleeping for five minutes, she begged for another five.
The result of these endless five-minute extensions was that she and Shen Xun were late for school.
The teacher did not say much, merely waving a hand to signal them to hurry into the classroom.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Shen Yi sat down at her seat, but she felt that something was a bit strange.
Song Yi, who usually couldn't wait to turn her head away the moment she saw her, had been staring at her ever since she entered the classroom.
At first, Shen Yi did not pay much attention to her, her mind still preoccupied with Song Sijun's matters.
She did not really want to take the initiative to approach Song Guanyan.
That man brought her nothing but terrible memories and current troubles.
But the gaunt and gloomy appearance of Song Sijun in the photo lingered in her mind.
Relying on the memories of her past life, Shen Yi judged that Song Sijun used to study in an aristocratic school as well. Once she figured out where his school was, she could find a chance to check around his school.
Even if it was just to confirm his current state from afar.
The troublesome part was that Shen Yi was not quite sure exactly which school her younger brother was attending.
And having Shen Wenta help her investigate would be the fastest way.
But that would require explaining to him why she suddenly wanted to look into Song Sijun's affairs.
With Shen Wenta's extremely difficult personality, he would definitely get to the bottom of it. Then she would have to figure out a way to make up an excuse to fool him!
Shen Yi calculated inwardly.
Right until the end of class, she was pondering what kind of excuse she should make up.
During this time, Song Yi kept turning her head frequently, staring at her.
Just looking wasn't enough; she directly walked over to the side of her seat and started pacing back and forth.
Shen Yi raised her head and asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"
Thinking of her father's solemn instructions in private, Song Yi took a deep breath, trying hard to make her tone sound less guilty. "Can't I just look? This classroom isn't your home."
Feigning composure, she began pacing back and forth beside Shen Yi's seat again.
In order to complete the task quickly, Song Yi wondered if she could take advantage of Shen Yi not paying attention to pluck a few strands of hair directly from her head?
But if she just yanked her hair, Shen Yi would definitely hit her.
She needed an ally.
"Brother Mingyuan," during the break, Song Yi leaned close to Lu Mingyuan, cupping her face with both hands, carrying a bit of coquettishness and pleading. "Could you... help me pluck a strand of Shen Yi's hair?"
The hand Lu Mingyuan used to hold his pen paused slightly.
He had long noticed that Song Yi was acting abnormally today, hovering around Shen Yi.
He thought more than Song Yi did, and was also more cautious.
"What do you want to do, Xiao Yi?" Lu Mingyuan's voice carried hesitation.
He didn't really want to get involved in matters related to Shen Yi again. Her brother was too unreasonable, and his retaliation completely defied common sense.
He was afraid of being implicated again.
"Oh, it's not that I want to do anything, this is a task my dad gave me." The girl waved her hands quickly.
Lu Mingyuan felt that the situation was a bit off.
Very, very off.
"Xiao Yi, your dad wants you to get her hair? Don't you think..."
Don't you think it's very strange?
He always felt that Shen Yi looked familiar, aside from her appearance vaguely resembling Song Yi's brother, who had a very weak presence.
Shen Yi gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if they had known each other for a long time.
This made Lu Mingyuan a little uneasy, as he clearly had never met this person at all.
Where did that sense of familiarity come from?
"I do think it's a bit weird." Song Yi chimed in. "But this is just a task my dad gave me. After I finish it, my dad promised to buy me a new amusement park!"
She truly didn't care much about Shen Yi.
Not to mention having no friends, her father also looked very average on the day of the parent-teacher meeting, dressing a bit poorly.
A child like Song Yi, who was born in Rome, wouldn't think too much even if she felt something was wrong.
Lu Mingyuan wisely did not say anything more. He said, "I can't help you with this. You can wait and see, everyone is in the same classroom, there will always be a chance."
He couldn't bring himself to directly pull a girl's hair.
Song Yi immediately stomped her foot in anger. "I'm ignoring you."
The two parted on bad terms.
...
During this period at school, Shen Xun was particularly favored by the teachers of various subjects.
He had good grades, a smart brain, and good looks to boot.
Even if he suddenly made a remark that showed he owed the people of the whole country eight hundred points of emotional intelligence, he could easily gain everyone's forgiveness.
After the last class ended, close to the time school let out, Shen Xun was called to the office alone by the teacher to help organize some materials.
Waiting was a long and boring process.
"I'll go wait for you in the car first, brother." Shen Yi leaned close to Shen Xun's ear, said a quick sentence, and then went downstairs together with Chen Jiaojiao.
Most of the time, their mother didn't have time to pick them up.
Shen Wenta found a dedicated driver responsible for their pick-up and drop-off.
She left the school gates late, and the strict security nearby caused the flow of people to be sparse, as many students had already been picked up.
"Bye-bye, see you tomorrow, Jiaojiao," Shen Yi waved goodbye to her good friend, then looked around, searching for the driver's location.
Upon finding the driver, Shen Yi's eyes lit up.
She had just raised her arm when, in the next second, she was grabbed by someone.
Realizing something was wrong, Shen Yi pulled her arm back hard, trying to run away.
But that person extremely naturally placed his other hand on her shoulder, forcefully pressing Shen Yi in place.
Just as Shen Yi was about to scream, her mouth was covered again.
"!!!"
The young man wearing a baseball cap leaned over slightly, a face with extremely outstanding features coming close to her eyes.
The distance was so close that Shen Yi could clearly see the other party's long, thick eyelashes, as well as those eyes curved into crescent moons.
Most Asians have dark brown pupils.
A small number have amber and black.
And the color of the person in front of her was the same as hers, a beautiful amber.
"Prize quiz."
The other party had the kind of bright, slightly lazy youthful voice, his tone exceptionally wicked: "Guess—who am I?"
