Chapter 17
An Chuxia hears someone call to 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 classmates call foul . One gears up to rush with an excuse .
An Chuxia tries to think where things went 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 class,” 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 class, and our class 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 class of students look like angels with invisible wings . They are beautiful .
“Mo Xie!” Mo Xinwei pinches the mineral water bottle . Her eyebrows wrinkle and fells 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 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?”
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