Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!

Liu Xiaoyan’s face turned pale, overwhelmed by the scrutiny and breaking out in a cold sweat.

Had she found out?

How did she know? That day, she was sure that the other three hadn’t seen anything, yet how could she be so confident without evidence?

She must be bluffing.

Yun Yue’s mocking gaze swept over her stiff face as she walked between the two, lowering her eyes.

She had merely attempted a slight probe just now, but judging from her reaction, it was highly likely she had taken it.

Upon returning to the classroom, she grasped her slender wrist, raised her chair, then set it back down and took a seat.

Seeing the candy on the desk, she raised her eyebrows and glanced at Gu Yue, who was immersed in solving problems, then she tore open the candy wrapper with her pale slender fingers; the previous irritability vanished completely.

She unlocked her phone, accessed the contacts, and then started to slowly look for someone.

Finally, she clicked on a flamboyant avatar, typing leisurely on the keyboard.

The next day.

As Yun Yue entered Class Seven, several groups of people were gathered together.

She had just sat down when Zhang Ziyue approached and said, "Yun Yue, Liu Xiaoyan has met her karma, she was suddenly expelled from school."

Yun Yue responded indifferently with a hum.

Zhang Ziyue tilted her head, "Why aren’t you surprised at all? She always troubled you; shouldn’t you be jumping for joy right now?"

Despite her aloofness, a smile wouldn’t hurt.

Yun Yue sipped Lin Xiang’s prepared Wangzai milk, her long lashes drooping slightly, and as her mouth left the straw, her eyes dispersed, "Because I was the one who reported her."

"You reported her?"

How did she report her?

The principal wasn’t even around, and even the vice-principal couldn’t have expelled her so quickly.

"She walked into my line of fire last night, and I used her to vent my anger," she explained nonchalantly.

After Nan Jingchen sorted out matters for her, these two were looking for trouble again. She was already short tempered and simply reported her.

Zhang Ziyue’s eyes widened, "That works?"

"Who did you report to?"

She was now quite curious.

Yun Yue lifted her gaze, her eyelids drooping lazily, finished the Wangzai milk, and casually said, "The Education Bureau."

Zhang Ziyue’s half-eaten steamed bun fell from her hands to the ground, blinking, unable to speak.

Yun Yue looked down at the bun that had rolled to her foot, asking, "Do you still want the bun?"

"Huh?" Zhang Ziyue returned to her senses, realizing the bag was empty.

Her face fell, indicating she’d likely go hungry this morning.

"Ye Zi, I have one for you," Liu Xiaopang offered her a bun, with several more on his desk.

"Are you full?" Zhang Ziyue didn’t take it, knowing his appetite was large.

"I ate long ago. My dad says with the college entrance exams, I need plenty of brain and physical nourishment, so he bought me an extra serving; I can only keep eating."

Liu Xiaopang attributed it to paternal love, replete with affection.

Zhang Ziyue chortled, took the bun from his hand—it was from the same shop that made the fragrant buns.

The news of Liu Xiaoyan’s expulsion stirred up the school.

It was said to be due to theft.

No one knew exactly what she had stolen, only that the Education Bureau had personally issued the notice, and the school authorities were unable to intervene.

As soon as Liu Xiaoyan left, a new teacher immediately took her position, barely over twenty-five years old, becoming the homeroom teacher of Class 1. No other teacher would believe there wasn’t some connection involved.

Everyone had thought that with Liu Xiaoyan gone, they were all eyeing the position of homeroom teacher of Class 1, only to have this person parachuted in unexpectedly.

Since the appointment was arranged by the Education Bureau, they didn’t dare to complain to Li Hongsheng, or it would have caused a stir.

However, the students’ attention was quickly diverted by another matter.

Wei Xuan, the tough guy from vocational school, had transferred to First Middle School to attend classes.

It was said that Wei Xuan’s academic performance was top in vocational school, but at First Middle School, he ranked only average, barely making it into a second-tier college.

But being a vocational student, he could boost his scores with practical skills, and it was rumored that he was excellent in various sports, even receiving offers from national teams.

Initially, it was thought that vocational school agreed to let him transfer to First Middle School, only to find out later that he was just there to audit classes for a while, and his official school records were still at vocational school.

Although it was unclear why the school agreed, there were some clues.

They placed him directly in Class 7, and Xiao Ye even swapped out Gu Yue’s spot to let him sit next to Yun Yue.

If it were the past, Gu Yue would have been all for it, but not now; he had to cling tightly to Yun Yue and wouldn’t possibly let Wei Xuan take his place.

The spectators of Class 7 were in for a drama, watching the vocational school tough guy and the former tough guy of First Middle School compete for the same seat, something they couldn’t have dreamed of.

The two of them even ending up in the same school, same class.

"Gu Yue, didn’t you dislike that seat?" Xiao Ye said with a laugh as he protectively guarded the spot.

"..."

"I’m too lazy to move, I’ve grown attached to it after sitting for so long."

"Pfft, hahaha, you could actually say that, Young Master Gu?"

Gu Yue’s sharp gaze swept over them, and he immediately shut his mouth.

Xiao Ye pushed up his glasses frame irritably and said to Wei Xuan with a laugh, "Wei Xuan, just sit behind Yun Yue. If you have any questions, you can ask her."

Yun Yue twirled her pen nonchalantly, raised her eyebrows, and looked at him; the young man was ambitious.

No wonder Wei Guohang asked her to help him out more last night, and today he showed up auditing classes in Class 7 of First Middle School.

"Sister Yue." Wei Xuan casually set down his chair and greeted Yun Yue cheerfully.

Xiao Ye glanced at Wei Xuan. He must be significant; otherwise, the school couldn’t have possibly let a vocational student come to audit classes at this time.

Seeing that he already knew Yun Yue, Xiao Ye didn’t say more. Knowing Yun Yue = knowing Class 7.

"My dad told you, right? I heard your grades are good, and he arranged for me to sit by you to improve mine," Wei Xuan chuckled, well aware of his own grades and knowing it would be tough to raise them further.

He wondered what his dad was thinking. He had only one son; wouldn’t hiring a few tutors be enough for improving academics? What was the use of sitting next to Sister Yue?

Sister Yue could keep him out of trouble, but she couldn’t help him with his studies!

She herself had college entrance exams to prepare for; she didn’t have the time to teach him.

The people of Class 7 glanced at him. Your dad is really wise!

Yun Yue put on her headphones to block out external noise and said distantly, "Yang Xing, give him a set of review materials and explain them to him."

"Sure, boss," Yang Xing was excited, explaining the topics to the vocational school tough guy — thrilling and fun.

Wei Xuan: "..."

Wasn’t it agreed she would tutor me?

How come she passed the task to someone else? That’s not right!

Yun Yue looked at him meaningfully, "Study hard, or I’ll twist your head off."

Wei Xuan shuddered and nodded earnestly, "Don’t worry, Sister Yue, I will study hard."

Yun Yue looked away, Wei Xuan immediately changed his demeanor, displaying the attitude of the vocational school tough guy, a carefree seating posture, like he owned the place.

Yang Xing laughed. In Class 7, whether you’re a dragon or a tiger, you have to curl up or lay low.