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

Although I don’t know where this painting is being sent to, if it’s my granddaughter’s, then it’s a treasure.

"Don’t worry, I definitely won’t damage it," the delivery guy nodded and smiled, able to see the recipient’s information on the platform.

Beijing Painting Association...

Even though he was still smiling, he was actually scared stiff.

Who doesn’t know about the Beijing Painting Association? It’s because I know that it’s so terrifying. Lan City can’t even be considered a first-tier city, and this family actually knows someone from the Beijing Painting Association and can even send paintings there...

He dared not think further, because the more he thought about it, the more shocked he became.

He held the painting in his hands with extreme care, fearful of causing even the slightest damage. He heard that paintings from the Association could sell for millions each, and some masterpieces could even fetch tens or hundreds of millions. If he damaged it, he could never afford to compensate, not even if he worked for eighteen lifetimes.

Yun Yue took a slightly longer time to wash up, and by the time she came out, it was already dark.

"Yueyue, you can paint?" Lin Xiang was somewhat stunned as she walked out of her room and dashed downstairs to look at the person lounging lazily on the sofa.

She was organizing her clothes in the room, planning to take them to wash, but then she saw that her pajamas were all stained with dye, and several walls on the balcony were graffitied.

But the paintings were genuinely beautiful, very visually impactful, even better than what Shen Xuan painted.

Bai Hui used to brag in front of her daily about how well Shen Xuanqin played the piano and painted, but after seeing Yun Yue’s paintings, she felt they were just so-so.

The paintings by Shen Xuan looked like a three-year-old’s compared to hers!

Yun Yue turned her face to meet Lin Xiang’s gaze, seeing shock, delight, and disbelief in her eyes. Her voice was hoarse, "A little."

"You really are too modest," Lin Xiang jumped up unsettled, "To say ’a little’—Shen Xuan’s paintings in front of you are like playing the lute to a cow!"

She really wanted to say these words to Bai Hui, not for anything else but just to see her expression!

To irritate her to death!

Yun Yue raised an eyebrow subtly glancing at her, her lips curving upwards. She couldn’t tell that Aunt Xiang had such a cute side.

Another week passed, and Ruan Yingtong had already received the brooch. Her head bandage was also removed; only a patch of hair was missing, but fortunately it was at the back of her head and could be covered up, so it wasn’t too much of an issue.

...

Class Seven.

In the week she was gone, it was as lively as ever, especially with Wei Xuan around, the fun never stopped.

The people of Class Seven loved listening to him tell stories (brag).

"Brother Xuan, how did you meet Sister Yue?" Liu Xiaopang asked curiously, tilting his head.

"Yeah, I want to know, too!" Wang Ning spoke, feeling like he knew Sister Yue earlier than the rest of them.

She stood at the doorway, her body leaning bonelessly against the wall, planning to stand for a while longer before going in, curious to hear how he would tell the story.

"Want to know?" Wei Xuan feigned mystery, striking a pose before speaking, "I’m a bit thirsty."

Wang Ning handed him a bottle of sparkling water, "Just bought it, you drink."

"My shoulder’s kind of sore."

"I’ll massage it for you," Liu Xiaopang immediately went to massage him, laughing as he asked, "Brother Xuan, is the pressure okay?"

He often did this at home to please his mom.

"It’s okay, then I’ll tell you," Wei Xuan sat on the table with a ruffian’s air, starting proudly, "It was a steaming hot afternoon, my two henchmen and I were sitting in front of a shop eating popsicles... in the end, I took on three by myself, making that bunch of guys scurry away defeated."

"Brother Xuan is awesome! I didn’t expect you to be so strong," Liu Xiaopang looked at him with admiration, he had no idea he had saved Sister Yue!

But why did it feel somewhat off?

"Tsk!"

A faint snicker reached everyone’s ears, and they looked hopefully towards the classroom door.

"Sister Yue!"

They followed Wei Xuan every day and had already switched from calling him "boss" to "Sister Yue," finding that Sister Yue sounded better.

Wei Xuan met her gaze as if caught red-handed in a theft, his guilt palpable.

She walked into Class 7 with her backpack slung casually over one shoulder, exuding coolness and flair as she took her seat, instantly drawing the attention of Wei Xuan’s crowd to her.

Yun Yue gave Wei Xuan a sidelong glance. His handsome face carried an imploring look, begging for mercy as their eyes collided in midair.

Give him some face, Sister Yue!

I had just been bragging in front of these people—don’t embarrass me like this!

Yun Yue’s smile was wicked, her eyebrows raised high, her voice unexpectedly lazy, "How come I remember making the three of you call me ’daddy’?"

Wei Xuan: "..."

"Holy shit! So, Brother Xuan, you can really talk big! What hero-saving-the-damsel story! I knew Sister Yue was so powerful, how could she possibly need your rescue!" Liu Xiaopang had his revelation.

Finally realized what was off. Sister Yue was so formidable, she could easily take on four single-handedly. How could she not defeat three? Turns out those three clueless lads were him and his two followers!

Red-haired and Green-haired at the vocational school both sneezed at the same time!

Who’s talking about the two of them?

"Just tell the truth, it’s Sister Yue after all—I would never laugh at you, haha!" Wang Ning laughed until his stomach hurt, a Taekwondo Eighth Dan thinking he was all that but still ended up being made to call Sister Yue "daddy"!

Wei Xuan’s face fell. Could he even stay in Class 7 anymore?

He suddenly wanted to go back to vocational school!

The awkwardness was so intense he felt like he could carve out a basketball court with his toes.

Sister Yue really didn’t leave him any dignity at all!

...

Lunchtime.

"Shen Xuan, is it true? Did your dad really invite Teacher He Lv from Beijing No.1 High School to give a lecture?"

Zhao Min’s voice was loud, and even amid the noisy cafeteria, many overheard.

Especially the classmates who usually followed her, all were incredibly astonished.

That was Teacher He Lv!

Never mind that he was just a high school math teacher, he was also a math professor at Jing University!

Many didn’t understand why a professor from Jing University would teach at Beijing No.1 High School.

But that wasn’t the most important part. The key point was that he was coming to Lancheng High School to give them lessons!

To teach math!

It was said that even Jing University students couldn’t get seats in Teacher He Lv’s lectures, suggesting just how amazing he was.

Shen Xuan’s lips thinned as she glanced uncertainly in a certain direction, hesitating, "I’m not too sure. I just mentioned wanting to find a famous teacher for tutoring, and a while ago, he said he wanted to invite a famous teacher to teach Class 1. After all, he didn’t want our class to lose to Class 7, so I don’t know for sure."

"We don’t need to guess, do we? The school has already issued a notice, it must be true. Besides your Shen Family, who else in the entire First Middle School has the clout to invite Teacher He Lv from Beijing No.1 High School to teach a class?"

"I think so too, it couldn’t possibly be Yun Yue, right?"

"Hahaha, you really have a sense of humor. How could someone from a poor village know anyone in Beijing?"

They spoke without any regard for anyone else, and whether it was Class 7 or any other class, everyone sitting nearby heard them.

The divine dispute between Class 1 and Class 7 was a spectacle for them; they weren’t in a position to comment.

Shen Xuan stirred her food a few more times, her lips curled slightly but she remained silent.

Yun Yue had been to Beijing, she even knew a certain very important person, but she wouldn’t say a word.