“Ahem…”

Shen Xun clenched his fist to his lips and coughed lightly.

Han Jun rolled his eyes and suddenly pointed at Shen Xun. “Brother Xun! How are your grades now? You got into such a good university. Grandpa Shen must be so happy, right?”

The corner of Shen Xun’s mouth stiffened. He looked up faintly and stared at Han Jun without saying a word.

A few seconds later, he slowly pulled out a smile.

“Jun’er, come, let’s talk.”

Han Jun ran behind Song Yaoyao. “Class President, save me!!!”

Shen Xun sneered. “Are you itching for a fight?”

Han Jun completely treated Song Yaoyao as a protective talisman. Shen Xun narrowed his eyes. He was already thinking about how to deal with him.

Song Yaoyao’s thoughts were planned. She put down the milk tea and looked straight into Shen Xun’s eyes. She then clenched her small fists.

“Shen Xun, I think we should have a good talk too…”

Han Jun snickered behind her and raised his eyebrows at Shen Xun.

He was obviously a tall and strong person, yet he was hiding behind a girl who could barely cover him, and he using her as a shield.

The little girl’s face was slightly red from the heat in the milk tea shop, and her eyes were bright and clear. Shen Xun was the first to look away and cleared his throat uncomfortably.

His heart was beating abnormally fast.

His Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down and he returned to his original position.

“Forget it, I’ll forgive you this time.”

Song Yaoyao curled her lips silently. “You all have to work hard and study hard. Don’t embarrass me.”

“We know, Class President!”

They all knew that Song Yaoyao was doing this for their own good. She was younger than them, but she had gotten them all into university and made their parents proud. No matter what she said, they would willingly listen to her.

…

At the Regency Entertainment Clubhouse.

In the same room as before.

Tang Xinrou didn’t even get the chance to turn her head to look at the male model who was dancing before she was pulled back by the aggrieved An Feiran. “Tang Tang, don’t I look good? Why do you have to look at other men?”

Tang Xinrou felt a little guilty. “I’m not!” she said, even though she really wanted to look.

She swore that she absolutely loved An Feiran. But that didn’t stop her from looking at other good-looking and handsome young men.

She was just admiring them!

Unfortunately…

Tang Xinrou sighed and rubbed An Feiran’s face. “Of course you’re good-looking. I love you the most. Be good.”

As she spoke, she looked at Song Yaoyao in admiration. Colorful lights fell on the side of her face. The right side was bustling with activity, singing and dancing. She wasn’t interested in it at all and didn’t even look up once.

It had been a long time since they last met, but they did not feel any estrangement from each other and played together for a long time.

At some point, the private room became quiet.

Before Song Yaoyao realized it, the lights in the room suddenly went out with a click.

She looked up in a daze.

First, there was a spark, and then like a fuse, it quickly gathered into a sea of light.

The leader was Shen Xun. He curled his lips and held a star lamp in his hand. The soft light fell on his handsome and cold face.

His gaze seemed to have become gentler.

“Big Bro, thank you.”

Song Yaoyao slowly blinked her eyes. The light passed through her curly eyelashes and cast a shadow on her lower eyelids.

She saw that every member of Class 3-3 wore the sunflower emblem on their chests.

It was as if time had never changed. They were still in the same class and were being forced to study hard by Song Yaoyao’s violence.

The light reflected the silly smiles on their faces. Tang Xinrou’s eyes curved as well. She turned to look at An Feiran beside her. She had never felt so at ease.