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Today Mister Song Was Too Cool
Xia Mo picked up the backpack that Lin YiTing discarded on the floor and a digital camera fell out from it.
She felt there was something up and couldn't help but turn it on to check the pictures.
As a result, she found pictures of Yang ZiMei and Huang YiFeng within.
So the one who took the pictures to shamed them both was Lin YiTing.
Xia Mo looked towards Yang ZiMei.
Yang ZiMei still had her head down, working seriously on a math problem in an indifferent and calm manner as if the surrounding bustle had nothing to do with her.
Xia Mo suddenly felt there was some surge of mystical power from her body. As to what it is, she also wasn't quite sure but just felt that the situation just now, whether it was Chen LiLi or Lin YiTing, was probably related to her.
From when Yang ZiMei entered the classroom to her taking a seat, she had been paying close attention but hadn't discovered her making any moves.
Xia Mo suddenly got goosebumps.
After the bell signaling the start of class rang, Qin KaiWen entered and his vision first floats towards Yang ZiMei. He found that she was quietly and calmly sitting there without any influx nor irritability in her expression, greatly surprising him.
If this kind of situation happened to any young girl, they wouldn't be able to stay calm, truly a special Xiao LongNu. [1]
Qin KaiWen looked at her in admiration, as if admiring a full bloom lily within the mist.
Xia Mo handed over Lin YiTing's camera to him and told him about the situation a moment ago.
Qin KaiWen browsed through the pictures and slightly nodded, "Regarding Lin YiTing's behavior, I'll report it to the school for disciplinary action to be handled openly. However, for what happened a moment ago, she probably had a lapse of judgement, there's no need for any of you to spread it out, you got it?"
The entire class responded that they understood.
However, there were still some who couldn't bear to hold in Lin YiTing's thirsty craze and told it to other classes' students. One spread to ten, ten spread to a hundred, and it ended up the entire school knew of Lin YiTing's thirst.
Lin YiTing also didn't have the face to continue going to Nancheng Middle School and transferred to another school near her grandmother.
Thus, this time's rowdy commotion was quickly smothered by the school and Yang ZiMei returned to her normal school life.
The night before the antiques auction, Song Xuan was worried that Yang ZiMei would forget so he called and repeatedly reminded her to go to Mo Pavilion at 1 pm.
The next day, Yang ZiMei arrived at WenLai Street at 7 am.
The street was still pretty deserted, most of the shops don't open their doors until it hits 8 am.
But Mo Pavilion was already opened so she entered and saw Song Xuan in the midst of earnestly cleaning some porcelain.
Today's Song Xuan had on a light gray Chinese tunic suit which highlighted his form in a more tall and straight way, the simple stand up collar accentuated his unique natural scholarly refinement, multiplying his charms of a mature man.
"Mister Song is very handsome today, huh." Yang ZiMei couldn't help but compliment.
Song Xuan's ears burned slightly red, on his tepid expression appeared a hard to distinguish ruddy joy, "Just a single old man, the word handsome should be used for the young fellows huh."
"Haha, Mister Song isn't old at all, even if old, then it's a matured handsome." Yang ZiMei said with a smile.
After she said those words, Song Xuan felt as if his heart was like Dutchman's Pipe, just slowly opening, feeling fresh and bright. [2]
Seeing the simple white dress Yang ZiMei wore, "ZiMei, the ones who go to these antiques auction are usually dressed in luxurious abundance, so your simple white dress is a little plain. I've helped prepare an outfit for you, not sure if you'll like it."
After saying that, he nervously awaited her response, worried that she would be displeased or directly refuse.
"Okay." Yang ZiMei wasn't displeased at all and happily said, "Seeing you wear this grand Chinese tunic suit, I think my outfit will also be quite suitable, right. Thanks for preparing it for me."
Song Xuan heard her response and released a breath. His mood was especially pleasant, pleasant to the point he wanted to hum a tune.
1. I guess there really is a double meaning here. As in Xiao LongNu because the character was also always calm and as a little dragon girl (the direct translations of the name) for her grit.
2. Also sometimes known as night blooming cereus. Rarely blooms and only at night; flower wilt before dawn
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