An Feiran blinked blankly and looked at Song Yaoyao. âSorry, did I disturb you...?â he asked apologetically.
The two hands hanging on his sides pinched his trousers with uneasiness. But the entire time, he only had Song Yaoyao in his eyes.
Song Jingwan couldnât believe what she saw. She simply felt as though she was almost drowned by the endless ridicule.
âAn Feiran!â she growled again, unable to accept the situation.
This time, she did not act pitiful. Instead, there was a questioning tone in her voice.
Although she didnât like this boy, it didnât mean that she didnât enjoy his admiration toward her.
It was a good feeling to be admired. At least, before this, she had enjoyed it.
But not now...
An Feiran shook his head and looked at Song Jingwan in a calm and controlled manner. âJingwan, youâve never called me by my name.â
She had always called him Classmate An.
His voice was as gentle as ever. It was as though there was no sharpness in him whatsoever. His youthful face still had bruises, and he was pale and skinny.
As always, he was just as warm and proper.
No...
Something was different. His gaze toward her no longer contained any affection. Song Jingwan realized that An Feiran was actually quite good-looking. He wasnât the type to stun someone at first sight, but his features were clean and comfortable to look at.
She blushed as a result of An Feiranâs directness.
âCanât I call you that now?â she asked slowly.
Song Yaoyao smiled and let her go. The more she looked at An Feiran, the more pleasing he appeared.
To be honest, if he rushed over like an idiot and tried to speak up for Song Jingwan, then sorry...
She would have beaten him up as well...
He had already entered the third class, how could he still be thinking about someone from the first class?
Donât even think about it!
Fortunately, the young man was promising.
Song Yaoyao was pleased with how quickly he learned.
âI donât think itâs appropriate.â
An Feiranâs eyes twitched a little as he stared into Song Jingwanâs angry and aggrieved gaze, but he did not look away.
âOnly my good friends and family can call me Feiran. You donât like me, am I right?â
âI...â
Song Jingwan almost ground her teeth to dust.
What kind of creature was Song Yaoyao? Why did people act like they didnât know her after they encountered Song Yaoyao?
âIf you need to go to the nurseâs office, I can help you call for someone. But, of course, thatâs after Classmate Song is done with you. By the way...â As he looked at the girl standing on the side, his eyes sparkled like stars. âClassmate Song, can I call you Yaoyao?â
As it turned out, An Feiran had a pair of attractive eyes. As he looked at someone, the focus in his gaze made one feel like they were his entire world.
Song Yaoyao shrugged indifferently as she placed her hand on the railing. âUp to you.â
An Feiran immediately chuckled. âOkay! I shall call you Yaoyao from now on! Yaoyao!â he tested.
âDonât call me unless you need something. Also...â
Song Yaoyao suddenly turned her head and pointed at him. âDonât use such a coquettish tone. I donât like boys who are weaker than me!â
âAhem...I, I donât...â
An Feiran was frightened. His face immediately turned red like a cooked shrimp.
He quickly waved his hands. âI...â
âIâm glad that you donât.â
Seeing his seriousness, Song Yaoyao nodded her head and walked away briskly.
An Feiran was not attracted to Song Yaoyao in a romantic way, he respected her.
Even now, he could not forget the first time he saw her. The way she faced the bullies and taught them a lesson even though her eyes were red and teary.
She was unbelievably cool!