Chapter 25 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

With Song Ye, this legendary-tutor-turned table partner, it was the first time Wang Tiechuan finished his homework so early and had the excitement of picking his life up after an ordeal. When he returned the exercise book, he conveniently expressed his admiration.

‘Table partner, you wrote this homework very beautifully. Your words looked like they were printed. Thank you!”

Song Ye took a look at it and instinctively changed her previous cursive font to a regular script. In the past—to forge letters, she had learned all sorts of fonts to be used on different occasions. Just now, she forgot about it and almost revealed her tracks.

After some time—when he saw that Song Ye did not reply, her neighbor brought another note over.

‘Table partner, um, about yesterday afternoon, I’ll help you explain to Brother Xu, don’t worry.’

Song Ye looked at it and thought that it was most likely because Wang Tiechuan was afraid Xu Zihang would cause trouble for her so he specifically comforted her.

Feeling a warmth in her heart, Song Ye replied to the third note and suddenly felt that this childish play was kind of fun to play around with.

In this day and age—even if boys and girls became tablemates, most of them would draw a clear line between each other and ignore each other. It was not because they hated each other, they were too shy and afraid of being laughed at.

So the small notes became the most trendy communication tool and were widely accepted by students.

Just as Song Ye was reliving her experience of being young and note-passing, the school bell rang. Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps outside class. One could tell that the people were anxious.

Immediately, under everyone’s gaze, Song Tingting and Song Meimei brought Lu Lan into the class. As everyone was watching in confusion, Song Tingting pointed to the corner. “Mom, there. Song Ye is over there!”

Lu Lan squeezed to the center and looked over at the direction she pointed at. When she saw Song Ye’s intricate face, she was taken aback for a moment. As her eyebrows furrowed, there was hatred in her eyes.

The mother-daughter trio came fiercely, and the students—who did not know anything—thought that Song Ye offended someone again until the form teacher came. She pushed the spectacles on her nose and said, “Song Ye, if your mother didn’t come to school, we wouldn’t even know that you have left home for a week. As this issue is severe, you don’t need to attend class today. Follow your mother home first.”

Bang! There was an explosion in class as everyone gasped and started muttering to themselves as if sending missiles over to the corner seat.

Song Ye also knew that she would not be spared of worry today.

Lu Lan was wearing a purple dress just like a walking purple potato. She walked forward while shaking her butt and cleared her throat before shouting, “You piece of sh*t. Get out right now!”

There was another mine explosion on the floor, causing everyone to burst into small talks. No one expected Lu Lan to wear like a person, but she spoke like a gangster, ruining her image.

Even after fifteen years, Song Ye knew her mother very well. Lu Lan was born in the countryside and did not study much. After she married Song Yuanzhi and moved to the city, she tried very hard to become a city person and would dress up nicely when she left the house—she even wanted to throw on a gold necklace. What a pity, after so many years, her mouth was still rude.