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Trigger Warning: some violence (slapping, forceful kissing, punching, name-calling, cursing) portrayed in the story. Consider this your warning.
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by pumpkingirl920
An Chuxia smiles and nods. As she picks up the book, she suddenly remembers she didn't ask permission from Han Liuhai to take it with her.
"Uncle, I went to the study last night and found your copy of I Have a Dream. I was wondering if I may take it to school to read?"
Just as she was asking permission, Han Qilu comes down from the steps dressed in his uniform.
“Obviously, my dad will lend you. How pretentious of you to ask, An Chuxia.” Han Qilu's words are laced with annoyance.
Lowering her head slightly, she didn't think asking for permission was contrived. She just wants to be courteous.
"What did you say?" Han Liuhai's voice booms so that Han Qilu doesn't talk back. Consequently, Qilu shoots her a cold stare.
“Uncle, please don't get angry. I’m fine,” she says before running out the door. She races to the car before Qilu gets in. She's afraid he'll tell the driver to leave for school without her.
Jiang Yuan's face looks a bit heavy as she watches An Chuxia from behind. She turns around and stares at Liuhai as he eats his breakfast. “Liuhai, I don't like what's going on between them. I thought he would be a little different when it comes to An Chuxia."
Han Liuhai isn't distressed.
“Well, my wife, they're young. Don't worry too much. Let them develop their own relationship. It's good for them. You know Han Qilu warms up slowly to people, especially… ."
His words were comforting. She says a quick prayer to the spirits, hoping things change.
“Do not remind me of that slut! Hearing her name makes me sick! In fact, for their own sakes, she left Qilu and made him more eccentric than he already is. I will never forgive her!” Jiang Yuan stops eating and stands. “I feel unwell today. I want to kiss readers in the QQ group and have them curse that damn slut!"
Jiang Yuan says her piece before running upstairs. Liu Hai stays in his seat, dumbfounded.
“How much personable and child-like can she get?” He shakes his head. He looks at his breakfast and loses his appetite. He stands up and takes his jacket from the maid.
The atmosphere is dead. An Chuxia steals glances at Han Qilu from time to time. In the end, what made him so angry? It seems he was unhappy since the incident at the hotel.
Well, let me have nothing to do with him at Stein College.
The car stops at the Stein College gate. Han Qilu opens his eyes. His gaze meets hers.
An Chuxia immediately recovers from his line of sight. She can't say anything to him. She is, however, indifferent when the door opens.
“Would you like to eat breakfast?” She couldn't help but ask. But Han ignores her. He shuts the door and walks straight into Stein.
She sits in the car until the driver reminds her, “Miss Xia, you only have ten minutes left before class starts."
“Ah!” Recovering from her fugue, she hurriedly picks up the stack of books and runs through the gates. Stein College is so large, it will take her ten minutes to get to class from here!
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by lhie
T/N: Many Asian cultures use the cultural "we" is used to symbolize a group in comparison the Western use of "we" describing a you-me relationship in conversation.
“Yo, look who's here!” Ying Taoqiu announces. She doesn't care if she'll be late for class despite getting to school early.
An Chuxia reluctantly stops in front of Taoqiu.
“Do you need me for anything?” She asks cautiously and politely. Yesterday, Fei Lixiya saved her because she was watching out for her! Today, she can't be impulsive. She fears no one will save her this time.
From a distance, their silhouettes seem like they have a harmonious relationship.
But at closer look, anyone can tell Taoqiu's smile is acrimonious.
She approaches An Chuxia and turns her around from the waist. "How come you're here today? How about today, we say, "Please leave our class. We, A class, do not welcome you."?"
Taoqiu deliberately leans closer to An Chuxia. Her tone, like yesterday, is creepy. It covers her with goosebumps.
"I was impulsive yesterday. I apologize. Sorry, classmate." An Chuxia calls her classmate since she can't remember her name.
Ying Taoqiu exaggerates her surprise by covering her mouth. "You're so simple. Haven't you learned your lession? Your apology is too late!"
She is late! An Chuxia looks at the clock located at the front of the stairs. She is desperate. Four more minutes and she is going to beyond tardy!
“What do you want?” She knows Ying Taoqiu is deliberately trying to finding fault.
“What do I want?” Ying Taoqiu touches her chin. After a beat, she comes to this conclusion, “What I want is very simple. I want you to leave Stein Royal College!"
The old An Chuxia would've clenched her fist and beaten her. But now, she has to restrain herself if she wants to continue being a Stein student.
She remains calm amidst the depression and anger filling her from the inside. "I am truly sorry about yesterday. I take back anything I said. I hope you and Mo Xinwei can forgive me."
Ying Taoqiu looks down on An Chuxia and sneers. "Do you think being fat is the reason we punished you? You're so naive… ."
"You mean there's another reason?" An Chuxia questions Ying Taoqiu's alluding statement.
“Of course, there are other reasons!” Ying Taoqiu replies. “Because Han Qilu helped you. Like a decent girlfriend, Xinwei is outraged. The college rule states no one provokes the young master, and… Miss Xinwei. But you violated the rules. Now, you have to be expelled!"
With two minutes left on the clock, she hopes someone like Liu Xiang, who is running to class, would help her. Desolate, she's destined to be late today.
“Why aren't you talking?” Ying Taoqiu watches the clock but doesn't face Chuxia. She is feeling distressed.
“Sister, please let me go back to the classroom? I am almost late.” She isn't in any mood to entertain her antics.
But as she pleads, Ying Taoqiu becomes more miserable.
She extends her index finger and tugs on An Chuxia's chin. Her eyes look at her coldly. "How is it you constantly say the wrong things? Fine. How about I slap your face?"