The scumbag's little ancestor hasn't fallen off the horse

Chapter 39 What a man with contradictory temperament

After the results of the final exam came out, to everyone's surprise, Fu Xiuyao ranked first, with full marks in all subjects except Chinese.

It was the same after that, Fu Xiuyao never attended class, and only came back to take a test at the end of the semester, and they kept communicating on weekends.

In high school, she was in the same class as Fu Xiuyao again, and this time they were in the same dormitory.

It's just that Fu Xiuyao seldom came to school, to be precise, he never attended class.

Fu Xiuyao only appeared in her sight during the final exam.

Yan Xirong recalled the past, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

The relationship between her and Fu Xiuyao has always been cold, but delicate.

Every week, she would send Fu Xiuyao the study content and organized notes for this week, even though the high school teacher never asked for it.

But it has become a habit of hers.

Fu Xiuyao said don't bother her, she replied: "No trouble."

She has good grades and an introverted personality. She is a good boy and good girl in the eyes of teachers and parents, and is often praised by teachers and parents.

The turning point in her relationship with Fu Xiuyao happened two years ago, at a parent meeting.

The teacher often praises her at the parent meeting and in the class group, and all the parents in the class know her name.

Because of this praise, some people admire her, while others hate her.

After the parent meeting, she helped the teacher sort out the materials and went back later. On the way back, she heard two girls in the same class criticizing her.

"Yan Xirong likes to pretend to be cute and pitiful. The teachers like her."

"That's right, I just can't figure out what to praise such a person, it's disgusting."

There are even more ugly words, she can't remember much.

She pretended not to hear, telling herself in her heart not to care about these trivial matters, being just talking.

She repeated the famous sayings and epigrams in the composition countless times in her heart, and those words such as tolerance and strength kept echoing in her mind.

She wants to be like those great men who don't care about these things. Only by being broad-minded can she do great things.

Don't get angry with these people, don't be disturbed by these people, because it's not worth it.

only……

How can you not care?How can it be done?
Why does she use these self-comforting words to smooth out the harm others have done to her?

She couldn't, she was sad, she cared deeply.

But she dared not go forward to quarrel with them, because once they quarreled, it would have a great impact on her.

She could only bear it, suppressing the discomfort in her heart.

She was motionless at the corner, wanting to go back, not wanting to face the two girls face to face.

But she was going to help the teacher hand in the materials, so she had to pass there.

She mustered up the courage to step forward, lowering her head, hoping that the two girls would not see her.

A cold and lazy voice suddenly entered her ears.

"Are you two speaking ill of others behind their backs?"

The voice was pleasant and somewhat familiar.

She raised her head suddenly and bumped into a gentle line of sight.

As the setting sun set, it shone on the corridor and on the person. This scene, like a beautiful old photo, was imprinted in her mind.

Her long black hair reached her waist and was casually draped behind her. A delicate and elegant face showed a lazy expression.

Fu Xiuyao was wearing a gray shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned, revealing his delicate and sexy collarbone.

She casually leaned against the wall, crossed her slender legs, and smiled slightly at Yan Xirong.

Ruffian with her natural elegance.

What a man of contradictions.

(End of this chapter)