CHAPTER 17
Off to HerAn Chuxia hears someone calling her. She instinctively turns toward the sound. The result was a basketball hitting her directly on the face.
“Isn"t that Mo Xinwei?” Looking past the glaring sun, Mo Xinwei and her clique proudly stare at her from the basketball court.
“Isn"t it obvious you bully people too much?”
An Chuxia"s cla.s.smates call foul. One gears up to rush with an excuse.
An Chuxia tries to think where did things go wrong. She should not be so impulsive. She should have a good to talk with Mo Xinwei so she wouldn"t bully Lixiya. Although she"s provoking them to get into trouble, An Chuxia is determined to meet Mo Xinwei later and will just tolerate her for the time being.
“I"m going to the other side of the cla.s.s,” An Chuxia announces. “I do not want everyone to get into trouble with me.”
“But An Chuxia, how can you take it?” One of the girls staring at An Chuxia asks. “I know you are good for us, but you are part of our cla.s.s, and our cla.s.s is united. How can we watch you get bullied?”
“Thank you, but… really do not go looking for trouble. I can tolerate this for now.” She begs the girl, glancing at Mo Xinwei. She doesn"t want to speak angrily.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle sound echoes. The sound is followed by the teacher"s rushed voice. ”What do you want? Do you want to run a few laps?!”
“We"ll continue to run.” An Chuxia smiles as she tells the girls to return to the team. The team quickly and orderly runs around the edge of the playground.
“An Chuxia, what happened to your face?” Fei Lixiya asks as she runs beside her.
“Am I tofu? Is my face smashed or something? I just love running!” Her face smiles beautifully like flowers, pure and without a trace of impurities.
Chuxia thought Stein students are as selfish as demons, and it seems she is proven wrong.
In her previous high school, social injustice was the norm. It was why she took up taekwondo. It had been her role to protect others. Today, she is left with the feeling of the one being protected. She is really happy.
Since there are things worth remembering, why should she be angry with those who sour her belly?
Under the sun, a cla.s.s of students look like angels with invisible wings. They are beautiful.
“Mo Xie!” Mo Xinwei pinches the mineral water bottle. Her eyebrows wrinkle and feel unhappy.
Taoqiu shrugs, trying to comfort Mo Xinwei. “Don"t let her get on your nerves.” She is nothing, like air. She just needs to get rid of An Chuxia.
“How can I not be angry?” She suddenly turns to Taoqiu, her eyes are filled with hatred. “You know, Master Han has never been like this before because he cared about me!”
Xinwei believes there are two kinds of students. An Chuxia belongs to the stable type. Xinwei belongs to the impulsive type.
Taoqiu shakes her head, helpless in the situation. “What do you want to do?”