An Feiran blinked blankly and looked at Song Yaoyao. "Sorry, did I disturb you...?" he asked apologetically.

The two hands hanging on his sides pinched his trousers with uneasiness. But the entire time, he only had Song Yaoyao in his eyes.

Song Jingwan couldn't believe what she saw. She simply felt as though she was almost drowned by the endless ridicule.

"An Feiran!" she growled again, unable to accept the situation.

This time, she did not act pitiful. Instead, there was a questioning tone in her voice.

Although she didn't like this boy, it didn't mean that she didn't enjoy his admiration toward her.

It was a good feeling to be admired. At least, before this, she had enjoyed it.

But not now...

An Feiran shook his head and looked at Song Jingwan in a calm and controlled manner. "Jingwan, you've never called me by my name."

She had always called him Classmate An.

His voice was as gentle as ever. It was as though there was no sharpness in him whatsoever. His youthful face still had bruises, and he was pale and skinny.

As always, he was just as warm and proper.

No...

Something was different. His gaze toward her no longer contained any affection. Song Jingwan realized that An Feiran was actually quite good-looking. He wasn't the type to stun someone at first sight, but his features were clean and comfortable to look at.

She blushed as a result of An Feiran's directness.

"Can't I call you that now?" she asked slowly.

Song Yaoyao smiled and let her go. The more she looked at An Feiran, the more pleasing he appeared.

To be honest, if he rushed over like an idiot and tried to speak up for Song Jingwan, then sorry...

She would have beaten him up as well...

He had already entered the third class, how could he still be thinking about someone from the first class?

Don't even think about it!

Fortunately, the young man was promising.

Song Yaoyao was pleased with how quickly he learned.

"I don't think it's appropriate."

An Feiran's eyes twitched a little as he stared into Song Jingwan's angry and aggrieved gaze, but he did not look away.

"Only my good friends and family can call me Feiran. You don't like me, am I right?"

"I..."

Song Jingwan almost ground her teeth to dust.

What kind of creature was Song Yaoyao? Why did people act like they didn't know her after they encountered Song Yaoyao?

"If you need to go to the nurse's office, I can help you call for someone. But, of course, that's after Classmate Song is done with you. By the way..." As he looked at the girl standing on the side, his eyes sparkled like stars. "Classmate Song, can I call you Yaoyao?"

As it turned out, An Feiran had a pair of attractive eyes. As he looked at someone, the focus in his gaze made one feel like they were his entire world.

Song Yaoyao shrugged indifferently as she placed her hand on the railing. "Up to you."

An Feiran immediately chuckled. "Okay! I shall call you Yaoyao from now on! Yaoyao!" he tested.

"Don't call me unless you need something. Also..."

Song Yaoyao suddenly turned her head and pointed at him. "Don't use such a coquettish tone. I don't like boys who are weaker than me!"

"Ahem...I, I don't..."

An Feiran was frightened. His face immediately turned red like a cooked shrimp.

He quickly waved his hands. "I..."

"I'm glad that you don't."

Seeing his seriousness, Song Yaoyao nodded her head and walked away briskly.

An Feiran was not attracted to Song Yaoyao in a romantic way, he respected her.

Even now, he could not forget the first time he saw her. The way she faced the bullies and taught them a lesson even though her eyes were red and teary.

She was unbelievably cool!