Chapter 12: The School Prince Has Been Stirred (11)
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Burning hot gazes full of jealousy and admiration, as well as high pitched shrieks, enveloped Su Yan.
She wanted to increase the gap between them because she had no way of seeing his facial expression clearly when she was up so close.
However, her bow was still in his hands, and, as a result, she was tugged right back to position when she attempted to retreat one step back.
Her voice was composed and small as she said, "I don't know which class you're in."
She only knew that this person was called Jiang Ran. He didn't tell her his class, ah.
Jiang Ran glanced at her, and when he caught sight of her earnest expression, his heart actually believed her words.
He nodded his head and knitted his brows.
At once, a tranquil and calm demeanor resurfaced.
"Grade 2 Class 10. In the afternoon before school dismissal, I want to see it. Otherwise…"
As he said this, he played with her bow again.
Su Yan thought… This person was possibly coveting her bow.
Alas, his next line was:
"If I don't see it, this bow of yours will serve as compensation."
She parted her lips intending to speak.
However, the deranged shrills of the girls next to her were too piercing to her ears.
Successfully preventing Su Yan from speaking.
She simply nodded her head obediently.
"I got it."
Only then did he loosen his grip.
The impatience on his face had disappeared as he turned around and returned to the basketball court.
Cheng Xingyang cast a glance at Jiang Ran.
He discovered that his eyes were closed and that his imposing demeanor had turned into one of indolence.
His indignation over the past few days was nowhere to be seen.
A question slipped out of Cheng Xingyang's mouth, "Still playing?"
Jiang Ran opened his eyes. "Let's disperse."
"OK"
When Cheng Xingyang saw Jiang Ran's current disposition, he subconsciously turned to stare at that girl amongst the crowd.
He was finally able to see that girl's appearance clearly.
Thin and feeble, docile, watery eyes.
The well-behaved type of girl.
Easy on the eyes, pretty.
But that was it.
In Imperial High School, these types of girls weren't uncommon.
Why was Jiang Ran especially drawn to her?
Cheng Xingyang hoisted the basketball with one hand as he walked out of the basketball court. However, his eyes couldn't help but look in Su Yan's direction.
After staring at her for half a day, he still couldn't figure out the reason why.
Because of this incident, the quiet Su Yan was suddenly the object of her entire grade's attention, especially the females.
Jealous ones, doubtful ones, shocked ones, envious ones. A myriad of reactions threatened to cause a stir, but they were all inhibited by Jiang Ran. No one dared step forward to ask.
These stares only diminished when she finally returned to class.
At this time, somebody finally lost their patience and walked up to Su Yan.
"Are you familiar with Jiang Ran?"
The moment these words were said, the entire class fell into silence.
Everyone perked their ears up in anticipation of her reply.
Su Yan sat on her seat and looked up.
"I've met him twice," she replied docilely.
That girl couldn't help but keep asking, "Jiang Ran mentioned something about a tie. What's going on?"
"My arm got hurt, he used a tie to stop the bleeding."
When she said this, some people breathed a sigh of relief. They had assumed that it had been some ambiguous situation, but it turned out to be schoolmates lending each other a helping hand.
That girl folded her arms in complete disbelief.
"He'd help you to stop the bleeding without any rhyme or reason? He even used his own tie?"
Jiang Ran certainly wasn't the kind of model student who was filled with positivity.
Would he do something like that?
That girl's instinctive reaction was that Su Yan was lying.
However, just as she was about to interrogate further, the school bell rang, signaling the start of class.
Her words were caught in her throat as she glanced at Su Yan, unwilling to concede.
Then, she glanced at the teacher who had strolled into the classroom. In the end, she could only drag her feet back to her seat.
Before she left, her eyes were full of jealousy as well as a wisp of reluctance.
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