Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack-Chapter 1013 - 993: Accidentally Rescued a Big Shot (3)
The two chatted for a while, then Luo Qianqian went to wash up, and the two of them slept in the same bed together for the first time in a while.
Early the next morning, Tu Aige was sent by Luo Qianqian to help He Wenyu with the formalities of suspending her studies there while retaining her enrollment, and her transfer to Third Middle School. It was like a senior transferring to sophomore year.
He Wenyu didn’t mind; in her eyes, being with Luo Qianqian was good enough.
Nowadays, girls are too complicated, so it’s easier to be with Luo Qianqian.
No fear of being schemed against. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Even though she was mentally prepared, having thought of many possibilities about the most chaotic public high school in the city, she didn’t expect to see a sea of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet...
"Here." Luo Qianqian, who saw He Wenyu, waved her over without waiting for the teacher to say anything. Since Tang Tianyi wasn’t there, He Wenyu naturally sat with her.
She didn’t introduce herself, and He Wenyu didn’t intend to get to know the classmates in this class. She headed straight for Luo Qianqian and plopped down in the empty seat next to her.
She didn’t change her name because she had nothing to hide.
Unlike the name Luo Qianqian, which, along with Luo Shufan, was legendary in the city.
Two top scholars from one family, their names were the role models that parents used to encourage their children for many years.
"My god, how are you so calm?" He Wenyu first bought a uniform from the office and changed in the bathroom. Even so, it took her half a day to realize that Luo Qianqian was the most normal person in the class; only she resembled a high school student.
Yet, in this class, she wasn’t a high school student...
"You’ll get used to it. Have you moved your stuff?"
"No," He Wenyu quickly shook her head. "That guy helped me move my stuff and said he’d bring it over after school."
"Okay, what books did you bring?" Luo Qianqian looked naturally at ease, noticing the slightly dazed teacher on the podium and curling her lips slightly.
"Math, don’t even mention it. I really suspect that maths is like a stepmother to me. No matter how hard I try to get along with it, it just won’t listen to me..." He Wenyu’s face was full of frustration, especially since their school was already on the second round of revisions, and some of the knowledge points were still a blank slate for her.
"Alright, wherever you’re stuck, I’ll teach you." Luo Qianqian said this as if it were the most natural thing.
Not to boast, but reviewing a subject in a week was a skill every competent college student should have.
The chatter in the classroom gradually dwindled, and the old man sitting on the podium listening to the lecture had a twitching mouth as he glanced at the two girls at the last desk.
All eyes in the class were on Luo Qianqian.
Noticing the attention and unusual atmosphere, Luo Qianqian had He Wenyu solve a problem before she frowned and looked up, meeting gazes of surprise. "You all do whatever you like; we know each other and are just chatting."
Just chatting has turned into lecturing?
The old man’s mouth twitched even more; why did this sound like something he hadn’t even taught? Of course, this Deng Yuqi couldn’t be judged by normal standards.
The classmates didn’t know, but he understood; this He Wenyu was a senior, after all.
He initially didn’t understand why a senior would transfer to the worst sophomore class, but now it was clear: for this transfer student.
Just like she said, the environment wouldn’t affect her studies.
Lu Xue’s mouth twitched as she patted Luo Qianqian: "Xiao Qi, what kind of gobbledygook were you talking about just now?"
"Math." Luo Qianqian looked utterly natural, shrugging, "Continue working on your elementary-level questions. Once you have no problem with them, I’ll teach you middle-school-level questions."
Lu Xue had already begun to study, wanting to become an outstanding student like Deng Yuqi.
In such an environment, she still appeared amazing at the top, so why couldn’t she learn from her?
Luo Qianqian’s suggestion was to master calculations and elementary applications without errors before tackling other material.
After school, Luo Qianqian quickly led He Wenyu out of the school to avoid being stopped by anyone nosy since explaining her presence amidst so many onlookers would be difficult.
After a quick phone call at home, Tu Daoge soon delivered two large boxes of books and two suitcases of luggage to Qhianqhian’s current residence.
Luo Qianqian watched He Wenyu organize in her room. She left the room and looked at the recently awakened little boy.
Perhaps from prolonged suffering, after a day and night, he slowly woke upon Luo Qianqian and He Wenyu’s return.
"Eat something now that you’re awake." She placed the warmed-up milk in front of him.
The boy sipped the milk with small, elegant movements.
Luo Qianqian narrowed her eyes.
Yesterday, due to the lighting, she only noticed his complexion.
Yet today, in natural light, she was surprised to find his hair was brown, with a golden sheen.
His eyes were like the stars in the universe, a graceful shade of purple.
Though calling an emaciated, malnourished child elegant seemed odd, his mannerisms weren’t at all like those of a typical child.
"What do you want to eat? I’ll have someone bring it up." Luo Qianqian knew her and He Wenyu’s tastes, but she was unsure about the boy’s preferences.
"Porridge." The boy hesitated briefly, slightly speechless as he looked at Luo Qianqian. How could someone who didn’t know what a sick person should eat live alone?
It was evident that she had always lived with someone; as soon as Tang Tianyi left, He Wenyu appeared.
Luo Qianqian awkwardly scratched her head: "Makes sense. What clothing size do you wear?"
"120 centimeters." The boy’s eyes were still fixed on her. After a long pause, he took off his shoes, picked up the fruit knife from the table, cut open the shoe sole, and pulled out a card: "This is my boarding fee."
"???" Luo Qianqian looked bewilderedly at the boy. When did she say she would keep him here?
"I couldn’t find any information about you, which means you have a background." The boy pointed to the desktop computer on the table used by Luo Qianqian for watching videos and playing games, thus holding no private content.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Your name is Luo Qianqian."
The boy spoke slowly: "You’re related to Nine Heavens Pavilion."
"How do you know?" Luo Qianqian looked at him amusedly, showing no vigilance. After all, he was just a child.
"I checked on Nine Heavens Pavilion, knowing it possesses the Spirit of Jade, which drew my attention," the boy said, looking at Luo Qianqian. "I want to know what Luo Shufan is to you."
Luo Qianqian was utterly shocked, her face filled with disbelief: "You know my brother?"
Where exactly was Luo Shufan? How did foreigners know him? Like Elvis...
Elvis: ...I merely look foreign, after all.
