"Song Yaoyao! Stop right there..."

Song Jingwan glared at Song Yaoyao's back and yelled at her fiercely.

"What?"

The girl's long ponytail swayed. She pouted her lips and turned around, looking down condescendingly from the top of the stairs. "Do you want to endure another beating?"

Song Yaoyao rubbed her wrists as she grinned.

"You..." Song Jingwan said with hatred.

However, she swallowed the rest of her words under Song Yaoyao's threats.

Meanwhile, An Feiran watched as Song Yaoyao left and nodded politely at Song Jingwan before he turned to follow her.

"An Feiran!"

Song Jingwan rubbed her cheeks and stood up. There were still tears in her eyes and she looked pitiful.

"Do you like Song Yaoyao?"

An Feiran was stunned by her question and instinctively glanced at Song Yaoyao's back. The girl's steps were quick, her hands were in her pockets, and her ponytail swayed with each step. It appeared as though she hadn't heard what Song Jingwan said. 

"Of course not," An Feiran denied.

"Ha... Really? Your eyes are telling me otherwise," Song Jingwan said in ridicule. She then brushed her hair behind her ears and continued, "Didn't you like me before? Who knew your love was so fickle."

An Feiran blinked blankly as he processed these words.

He patted on his sleeves and sighed.

"Love isn't fickle, hate is. Since you don't like me, I won't cause you any more discomfort. Isn't that ideal?" An Feiran asked. He was slow but he wasn't a fool. 

Back when he was helplessly obsessed with Song Jingwan, all he saw was her good side. Unfortunately, the time that he tripped in front of her and she looked at him in disgust, immediately extinguished his fiery heart.

The man spoke slowly and his voice was clean. His eyes were round, his pupils were clear, and he was giving her a look of confusion.

But there was no trace of attraction...

"Ha, go ahead then."

Song Jingwan shrugged and walked past him in disdain. "You like Song Yaoyao, but you're destined to not receive any reciprocation. How sad!"

This was the real her.

But to her surprise, An Feiran was not sad.

As he thought about Song Yaoyao, his eyes curved and he smiled. "Love isn't the only thing that exists in this world; there is also friendship and kinship. Yaoyao is like the sun; anyone that goes near her is naturally attracted to her. If you insist that I like her, then I admit that I do, but I'm sure that it is not the romantic kind."

He really wanted a friend, and Song Yaoyao's vibrant personality naturally attracted him.

"Hey..."

Song Yaoyao turned around after walking for quite a bit, and called out, "Hey you, if you keep nagging, I will throw you down from the top of these stairs," she threatened fiercely. However, her voice was soft and sweet without any lethality.

"Okay!"

The sun immediately fell upon the boy's eyes, making them light up in an astounding manner.

An Feiran instantly agreed. Without taking another glance at Song Jingwan, he started bounding toward the girl.

He was like a disciple running toward his leader. 

Song Jingwan stood in place and watched in displeasure as Song Yaoyao and An Feiran entered the third class.

She grit her teeth, threw her script on the ground, and stomped on it.

"Song Yaoyao, you just wait!"

A role that was clearly made to brush her off wasn't something that she was cheap enough to accept.

She pulled out her phone and walked to the side as she called a number.

"Hello, Brother, can you come to pick me up? Huhu, I don't want to stay here anymore. Please..."