Yanshi Si Zhong was a public key high school.
From the school leaders to teachers to parents, most were government employees, and the cars were usually low-key.
Most students’ families were well-off or middle-class, with a few wealthy ones, but not many.
Xiang Di’s family was a bit above well-off—not rich, but not lacking.
Both her parents were civil servants, and although they’d never get rich, the jobs were stable, the benefits good, the salaries steady, and they had no loans.
Raising two kids was easy for them.
Her parents couldn’t provide a princess’s life, nor buy her luxury goods costing thousands or tens of thousands, but they’d done their best to let her grow up comfortably to eighteen.
She’d always lived in a financial environment that suited her, making friends with similar backgrounds.
When she saw wealthy people, she just thought, “Wow, they’re rich,” and that was it.
She never felt lacking.
She had enough to eat and wear, her parents were generous with her, her brother sometimes spoiled her, and she was satisfied with her life.
So learning that Bo Jiangxin’s family had a Rolls-Royce, her first reaction wasn’t to feel inferior about being just an ordinary girl, or that the gap between them was even greater.
Instead… she was envious that his family had a luxury car perfect for doing it in.
Bo Jiangxin had grown up in a different environment.
He didn’t see what was so shocking about a Rolls-Royce—besides, it was his dad’s, not his.
But when he saw Xiang Di’s big, sparkling eyes, he suddenly felt like maybe there was something worthwhile about his dad’s car after all.
Bo Jiangxin pursed his lips.
So, she wasn’t just a pervert, she was a gold-digger too.
Liang Qianqian was just marveling that there was a young master in their midst and was about to ask more, but the bell rang and the teacher walked in with a stack of Exam Papers.
The teacher said, “Take out the Exam Paper I assigned last week. We’ll go over it this class.”
Bo Jiangxin was searching his desk for the paper when he suddenly heard a cautious voice beside him.
“B…”
Bo Jiangxin turned to look at her.
Xiang Di: “Does your dad really have a Rolls-Royce?”
Bo Jiangxin: “Why?”
“Oh, aren’t we about to have the parent-teacher meeting? Will your dad come? And if he does, will he drive the Rolls-Royce? I’ve only ever seen one on the road, never touched one. I wonder what the seats feel like.”
It was the second bed for male and female leads in novels.
Even though she’d never get to actually do it in one in this lifetime, she really wanted to touch one, just to see if it was really as comfortable as described.
Bo Jiangxin was the only person she knew with a Rolls-Royce at home, so she had to summon her courage to ask.
Bo Jiangxin frowned, not because he thought her request was unreasonable, but because he didn’t even know who would attend the meeting for him.
He didn’t know who would come, much less what car they’d drive.
But looking at her anxious yet hopeful expression, Bo Jiangxin swallowed and said lightly, “I’ll ask him.”
She hadn’t expected him to agree. Xiang Di’s eyes lit up immediately, “Really? Thanks.”
Now she could touch the “second bed” of male and female leads in novels. She’d have even more fun reading those spicy scenes now.
With some smutty novel motivation, Xiang Di cheerfully pulled out her Exam Paper and began paying attention in class.
Her happiness was written all over her face; Bo Jiangxin could see it without needing to read minds.
He’d always thought girls only cared about clothes and jewelry, never expecting her to be into luxury cars.
Admittedly, it was a shallow interest, but better a girl who liked cars than one who was just a pervert.
Acceptable.
Since losing the ability to hear her thoughts, Xiang Di had become a remarkably easy deskmate—quiet, attentive, taking diligent notes, much quieter than Ye Minjia at least.
Bo Jiangxin couldn’t help but wonder if he really needed to talk to the Class Teacher about changing seats.
But after the first period ended and the teacher left, Xiang Di immediately turned to him, “Should we go see the teacher now?”
If she’d shown even a hint of reluctance at this moment, Bo Jiangxin might have changed his mind.
But she didn’t—instead, she looked eager about switching seats.
Since she was so looking forward to it, what was there to hesitate about? As she said, everyone would be happy.
Bo Jiangxin said flatly, “Let’s go.”
The two of them had barely left the classroom when Ye Minjia quickly grabbed Liang Qianqian.
“There’s something fishy going on—let’s follow them and see.”
Without waiting for a reply, he dragged her out by the school uniform.
But to their great disappointment, Bo Jiangxin and Xiang Di didn’t sneak off to the grove behind the school, but went straight to the Teacher’s Office.
Liang Qianqian was speechless: “This is what you call something fishy? A date in the Teacher’s Office?”
Ye Minjia was momentarily at a loss, trying to argue, “This is called hiding in plain sight! Don’t you get the ‘under the lamp it’s darkest’ principle?”
Liang Qianqian:
The ‘under the lamp it’s darkest’ principle she didn’t understand, but she definitely understood that the Class Monitor had a screw loose.
“Whatever, I’m going back to class.” Liang Qianqian rolled her eyes and turned to leave, only to be stopped by Ye Minjia again.
“Didn’t you promise to help our bestie clear her bad name? You’re giving up so fast? Are you even Xiang Di’s true friend?”
Liang Qianqian shot back, “It’s exactly because I’m her true friend that I won’t spy on her or dig into her privacy.”
The two started bickering in the corridor.
It was break time, so the hallway was already noisy, filled with chattering.
Then suddenly, near the stairwell, silence fell, quickly followed by waves of “Wow!” and “Oh my gosh!” exclamations.
Liang Qianqian turned to look, and when she saw who was by the stairs, she froze.
Ye Minjia, seeing her go quiet, also followed her gaze and was equally stunned.
Damn.
Where did this real-life fairy tale prince come from?
You could tell even from a distance that he was at least 186cm tall. Even in northern China, where people are taller on average, that was still intimidating—especially for girls.
Chinese people tended to be reserved, but that striking face was impossible to ignore. If he looked completely foreign, it might not be as shocking, but this prince was obviously mixed race.
A mixed-race kid was like an angel fallen to earth—this one’s features blended so perfectly: high-bridged Western nose and thin lips, paired with Eastern sword-like brows and starry eyes.
A head of fluffy chestnut hair, clear olive-green eyes, strong brows, deep features. When the prince got closer, and his face was fully visible, Liang Qianqian couldn’t help but gasp at how handsome he was.
Ye Minjia usually boasted about being 185cm, but for the first time, he felt short.
The two of them were blocking the way to the office, and the prince gave them a friendly smile. When he spoke, his Mandarin was as flawless as could be.
“Excuse me, classmates, could you let me through?”
They quickly stepped aside.
The prince thanked them and walked straight into the office.
When he was out of sight, Liang Qianqian came back to her senses, murmuring,
“Sis, maybe I should go check out the office after all.”
Ye Minjia: “…Uh, yeah, you’re right, I really am Xiang Di’s true—”
“Are you really doing it for your bestie? Or is it for the fairy tale prince? Putting a crush before friendship, you think I can’t tell?”
At this time, Xiang Di and Bo Jiangxin were standing inside the office, just having asked the Class Teacher about changing seats.
Chen Jinghua looked at them suspiciously, more convinced than ever that there was some secret story between the two of them.
He was just about to ask when a cheerful, sunny voice called from the door, “Teacher Chen Jinghua!” cutting him off.
Chen Jinghua sounded surprised, “You came by yourself?”
Not knowing who else had come to see the Class Teacher, Xiang Di and Bo Jiangxin turned their heads at the same time.
People have different tastes, but in the face of absolute beauty, standards tend to be universal: like Bo Jiangxin’s cool, elegant, ink-brush Chinese features, and now, this mixed-race boy in front of them.
This wasn’t an international school; seeing a mixed-race student at Yanshi Si Zhong was rare.
It wasn’t that they hadn’t seen foreigners, but for a mixed-race student to appear here, Bo Jiangxin was a bit surprised, then quickly looked away—only to inadvertently catch Xiang Di’s current expression.
Completely dazed, eyes locked straight ahead, her mouth slightly open.
Heh.
No need to read her mind to know what this little pervert was thinking: “So handsome, so handsome.” When he could hear her thoughts, she’d say he was handsome eight hundred times a day.
He wondered, in her heart, who was more handsome: him, or this mixed-race guy.
If she really thought this guy was better looking, would she change her fantasy target?
Bo Jiangxin frowned unconsciously, his tongue curling in dissatisfaction, then he clicked his tongue softly.
Annoying. Just when he wanted to know what she was thinking, he couldn’t hear her inner voice at all.