After Rebirth, the Celebrity Daughter is the Medical Expert!-Chapter 98 - 70: Helping You (Part 2)

Not today.

They caught the basketball Zhang Xuan threw over, then gathered in small groups again to continue the previous conversation.

Zhang Xuan looked at the boys in the class who were slightly colder towards her than usual, with a sweet smile on her face, unchanged. However, only Zhang Li, standing beside her, knew that the girl’s eyes had turned cold.

"I’ll go buy ice cream. What flavor do you want, Xuanxuan?" Zhang Li suggested.

"I want durian flavor." Ye Ziqin said happily.

"Okay, and you, Xuanxuan?" Zhang Li continued to ask Zhang Xuan, with a hint of flattery on her face.

"Chocolate, I guess." Zhang Xuan tossed out casually and turned to leave the boys.

...

Ning Youguang handed the desk she was carrying to a tall boy and then rummaged in her backpack, stuffing a pack of strawberry candies into the boy’s uniform pocket: "Thank you, have some candy."

"That’s not necessary."

The boy grinned broadly, easily moving the desk Ning Youguang had struggled with to her desired spot.

Today was the day the experimental class rearranged seats.

Ning Youguang’s seat was moved by the class teacher from the fourth row by the window to the middle of the third row, right in the center, the C position.

"No more window seats to sit at, being specially taken care of can sometimes be a burden too."

The girl sighed and then followed the class teacher to get some things.

...

Experimental class.

After she left, the tall boy pulled the strawberry candy from his pocket, glanced at it, then put it back.

Then, with a smile, he walked to his seat and sat down.

The boy sitting next to him was also a guy who had just watched the whole interaction between his deskmate and Ning Youguang. He laughed and said, "Ning Youguang is quite nice, huh."

A small favor, helping her with the desk got him a pack of candies in return. The boy also laughed, "Yeah, she’s quite polite."

The desk mate noticed the smile on his face and mused, "It’s rare to see someone so pretty, so good at studies, and with such a nice personality."

The boy continued smiling and nodded, "Mm-hmm."

Someone once said, "Extraordinarily beautiful women are always lonely, goddesses can only be admired."

In this look-driven era, beauty is capital. Beautiful girls are always in demand. For them, they are always the ones being taken care of, and being taken care of too much often gives them a somewhat arrogant demeanor.

Thus, the comfort level of ordinary people dealing with extremely beautiful people is often somewhat discounted.

Initially, many students in the experimental class thought the same way. Their inherent cognition made them think that Ning Youguang, being so beautiful and the second place in the city’s high school entrance exam, must be somewhat arrogant and hard to get along with.

They also kept a certain distance from her appropriately.

But after a while, everyone discovered that she was no different from other girls, even having a better personality than most.

In fact, she was easy-going.

Every day when she entered the classroom, she wore a faint smile on her face, no matter who she saw.

Many girls in Deyin are very pretty. These pretty girls have a common trait different from girls at other schools; because of their privileged lives, they’re all very good at dressing up.

At just fifteen or sixteen, many girls wear makeup to school every day.

They also wear brand-name clothes. Since they must wear school uniforms in class and can’t wear designer clothes, they sport brand-name watches, carry brand-name bags, and wear designer shoes...

Such girls appear unapproachable to some students from ordinary backgrounds, like those in the experimental class.

But Ning Youguang seemed different from everyone else, exceeding their expectations.

She clearly radiated like a dazzling sun, yet had a temperament as gentle as moonlight. It was really hard for everyone to develop hostility or intentionally keep away from her.

Her face was always clean, and though her speech wasn’t softly spoken, it had a comforting effect, like a spring breeze.

Moreover, she always studied hard in class, did everything seriously, being a model student who would contribute to the country—a compliant child.

Gradually, the students in the class also began talking to her. Sometimes, when they didn’t understand their homework, they would actively seek her out for discussion.

Whenever anyone asked for her help, she would not refuse as long as it was within her capacity.

...

International class.

Friday afternoons were for big clean-ups by the class.

Shi Wangyue’s desk, along with his materials and books, had been messed up by a classmate who was just cleaning.

Zhang Xuan looked at the boy fetching tools at the back of the classroom and decided to help her deskmate organize his books.

Shi Wangyue came back from the back of the classroom with a broom and bucket. His originally indifferent face turned even colder: "Who allowed you to touch my stuff!"

His voice was also cold.

He had deep and mysterious phoenix eyes, and when not smiling, he seemed distant. Such a cold and angry demeanor made him even more intimidating.

Zhang Xuan was a bit frightened: "I just wanted to help you organize..."

"I don’t need it." After he spoke, the boy snatched the books she was holding and shoved them into his desk in a couple of moves.

"I saw your books were messed up and was just trying to help you. Why are you like this?!"

Zhang Xuan, after all, was a pampered girl, always accustomed to being adored by boys.

During her adolescence, she gave all her limited patience to the aloof boy beside her, yet received no response, leaving her feeling both disheartened and extremely wronged, "I was genuinely trying to help you."

The girl’s voice was tinged with tears, and there was a momentary silence in the classroom as everyone looked towards them.

The tall sycamore trees outside the window shed a few leaves, and the autumn wind began to rise, sweeping up the yellowing leaves on the ground.

The boy curled his lips slightly, his cold face with a hint of sarcasm: "I don’t need your help."