Chapter Eleven: With Jiang Wuyang Gone, Who Will Attend to Lin Jiachi?

Ruan An’an secretly rolled her eyes and impatiently raised her head.

Calling, calling—like a summons.

When she saw who had come, she was momentarily stunned.

Then she quickly composed herself and restored her sweet smile.

“Brother Yiran, what brings you here?”

The visitors were none other than Jiang Yiran and Duan Jinyan.

“We just went to the convenience store and brought you some things. We were afraid you might be hungry,” Duan Jinyan said, handing over the cookies, bread, and milk through the window to Ruan An’an.

She took them without a word and tucked them into her desk.

“By the way, where’s Yangyang? I didn't see her anywhere. She didn’t come home last night, and I don’t know if she had breakfast today. Maybe you can share with her later,” Jiang Yiran looked around but found no sign of Jiang Wuyang.

Ruan An’an’s grip on the bread tightened, the packaging crinkling under her fingers.

Forcing a smile, she said, “Brother Yiran, didn’t Sister Yangyang tell you? She’s transferring to the science class.”

Jiang Yiran’s heart sank heavily. “What did you say?!”

“Yes, there’s been a rumor in our class. Apparently, she went to Class A with Sang Wan.”

With every word Ruan An’an spoke, Jiang Yiran’s expression grew darker.

“How dare she?!” he ground his teeth.

Now she even dared to make such a big decision on her own?

What did Jiang Wuyang take them for? What about the analysis they did for her when choosing her subjects?

She was utterly ungrateful!

Wait until she gets home! He would definitely give her a piece of his mind!

Compared to Jiang Yiran’s strong reaction, Duan Jinyan said nothing.

After all, Jiang Wuyang could go wherever she liked; it made little difference to him. But if she left, who would fill her place and take care of An’an and that little tyrant Lin Jiachi?

They couldn’t expect An’an to bring meals and take notes for Lin Jiachi every day—he wasn’t worthy of that.

“An’an, are you okay being alone in the arts class? Do you want me to help you transfer to the science Class A too?” Duan Jinyan’s tone was gentle.

Talking about transferring classes was as easy as eating or drinking for him.

Startled, Ruan An’an shook her head quickly. “No, no, it’s not necessary.”

Though having to deal with the nuisance Lin Jiachi was annoying, if she ended up in the same class as Jiang Wuyang, it wouldn’t be all bad. At least when the brothers came to see her, they wouldn’t be distracted by Jiang Wuyang.

She smiled shyly. “I know my limits. I’m just a girl, so studying arts is fine. I want to take the civil service exam later. I skipped a grade to get here; I wouldn’t understand science even if I went there.”

Duan Jinyan tenderly stroked her head. “Alright, we’ll do whatever makes you happy, An’an.”

Hearing this, Jiang Yiran was even more furious. “If even you understand, why can’t Jiang Wuyang?”

Then he sneered coldly. “Fine, once she suffers enough, she’ll see that we only want what’s best for her.”

Thinking about the rumor that Jiang Wuyang was transferring to science Class A, a strange unease crept into Ruan An’an’s heart.

“But Sister Yangyang, how did she get into Class A? I understand switching to science, but Class A… not just anyone can get in.”

“If she gets kicked out again, that would be so embarrassing,” Ruan An’an frowned in concern for Jiang Wuyang, though inside she mocked her silently. Who knows what tricks Jiang Wuyang used to get in? Surely she wasn’t really that capable.

Jiang Yiran’s mood calmed somewhat.

“Heh, how else would she transfer? Using her status as the school director’s daughter and the eldest Miss Jiang.”

Ruan An’an patted her chest with relief. “Oh, so that’s why! Then she definitely won’t get kicked out!”

Jiang Wuyang, Jiang Wuyang—her status as the school director’s daughter sure was handy. One day, I’ll make sure you lose even that.

Duan Jinyan smiled softly, his voice magnetic and gentle. “Not necessarily. Their homeroom teacher also teaches physics to us. He’s an old man who only cares about grades.”

“If her results aren’t good, she might really get kicked out.”

Ruan An’an’s eyes widened in fright. “Then Sister Yangyang really has to work hard! Otherwise, getting kicked out would be the end of her!”

The two men laughed at her adorable expression.

Only someone so lively could be Jiang Yiran’s sister. Jiang Wuyang always wore a scowl, looking as if everyone owed her money—it was irritating.

But Jiang Yiran had forgotten that Jiang Wuyang used to smile and act sweet.

It was their repeated blows and mockeries that had made her increasingly insecure.

***

In science Class A during sophomore year.

Sang Wan excitedly grabbed Jiang Wuyang’s hand and walked into the room.

Standing at the podium,

“Everyone, quiet down! Look at the treasure I brought you!”

“Hehe, a new student! Excited, right?”

There weren’t many girls in the science class to begin with. Sang Wan was popular not only because of her good grades but also because she had a pretty, well-behaved appearance.

Girls like her were already quite good in the science class.

But Jiang Wuyang, with her exquisitely delicate features that stunned at first glance, was the kind of girl who drew everyone’s attention yet felt untouchable.

As she entered, many eyes fixed on her.

Hearing Sang Wan’s introduction, excitement grew.

“A new student without a seat? Sit next to me! Sit next to me! There’s a free seat beside me!” a tall, friendly-looking boy with a buzz cut said.

His deskmate, a slightly chubby boy wearing glasses, immediately frowned.

“What do you mean, Wang Weimin? Am I not a person?” Then he turned to shout at the podium, “New student, sit next to me! My seat is free too!”

Jiang Wuyang smiled at the two.

That smile was like melting snow in the mountains, her eyes curved, captivating hearts.

A boy at the back, casually wearing the school jacket with slightly long bangs covering his eyes, paused his steps as he was about to leave, then sat back down, watching Jiang Wuyang with interest.

Sang Wan chuckled but didn’t forget to ask Jiang Wuyang to introduce herself.

After Jiang Wuyang finished, Sang Wan continued, “Everyone, quiet down. Teacher Xi said that Yangyang will sit next to Yan Shu!”

Instantly, the lively classroom fell silent.

Even the free-spirited boy in the back glanced at the person sitting quietly by the window in the corner.

“Teacher Xi said so?”

Someone asked quietly in the silent room.

Jiang Wuyang found it amusing.

She had come to science Class A with nothing but her bare hands; no one doubted her authenticity or ability, but everyone found it unbelievable that she would be desk mates with Yan Shu.

Who exactly was this Yan Shu?

The name seemed familiar—could he be an acquaintance from a past life?

Sang Wan didn’t answer the question.

She only led Jiang Wuyang to a tall, thin boy with a hunched back, hair covering his eyes, his features unseen, who looked timid and shy.

“Is this okay, Yan Shu?”