She just wanted to confirm whether An Yu thought she was stupid and would dislike her for it.
But looking at it now, An Yu didn’t show any strange reaction at all.
Seriously, what was wrong with her…
To actually doubt An Yu! This was the kind little angel we were talking about—not that evil woman Cheng Shimumeng.
How could An Yu possibly dislike her just for being a little silly!
Exactly!
Muttering to herself in her heart, Huai Xiang nodded with a big silly grin on her face.
“Hm?”
An Yu looked at Huai Xiang, whose smile had turned rather foolish, not understanding what was going on.
But whatever—as long as she was happy.
“Hehe~”
Huai Xiang laughed awkwardly.
Since An Yu didn’t dislike her, she really had nothing left to explain.
She couldn’t possibly ask straight-up, “An Yu, do you think I’m stupid and hate me for it?” right?
Even if An Yu didn’t hate her before, she definitely would after a question like that!
Staring at An Yu’s expressionless face, Huai Xiang racked her not-very-bright brain for a topic, but nothing came to mind.
But come to think of it—when An Yu interacted with her now, she no longer had that initial wariness.
Everything felt completely natural.
Didn’t that mean her favorability had gone up?!
Huai Xiang broke into a bright, cheerful grin, every thought plainly written on her face.
“Really, nothing’s wrong?”
An Yu tilted her head slightly, a hint of confusion flickering in her eyes.
She kept feeling like Huai Xiang had come over for some important reason—otherwise why had she looked so frantic earlier?
But now… it really seemed like there was nothing.
Can’t understand.
“No no, really nothing! Last class was just too boring, so I came to see little An Yu to cheer myself up!”
Huai Xiang said with a laugh, but the moment the words left her mouth, a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead.
Wait—what was she even saying?!
That came out way too sudden!
Although… she had already said earlier that she missed An Yu, and only now did she realize how weird that sounded.
Huai Xiang’s face flushed faintly.
She hurriedly tried to explain, “Um, you see, little An Yu is super-duper cute, so just looking at you makes me feel better and stuff…”
…That explanation made it even worse!
Now she sounded like a total creep!
Huai Xiang screamed internally.
Was she really incapable of speaking properly whenever she faced An Yu alone?!
“Is that so?”
Huai Xiang’s smile stiffened.
She looked at An Yu nervously, terrified that the other girl would find her disgusting.
An Yu raised her head expressionlessly.
Her amber eyes met Huai Xiang’s directly, and she lightly parted her cherry lips.
“Xiangxiang is very cute too.”
“You’re… huh?”
Huai Xiang froze the moment she processed what An Yu had said.
“So, Xiangxiang, if you ever feel bored, you can come find me. It’s okay.”
An Yu’s voice didn’t have the slightest fluctuation, but she was completely serious.
She was bored anyway.
Having someone to chat with would be nice, and since Huai Xiang was Ning Wanciu’s friend, she was her friend too.
“R-really…?”
Huai Xiang blinked rapidly, looking restless.
An uncontrollable blush spread across her pretty face. “Ehehe~”
She let out a silly laugh and instinctively scratched the back of her head.
Just now—little An Yu said she was cute too, and even welcomed her to come over anytime!
As expected, her favorability was already really high.
They might… already be considered friends!
But Huai Xiang didn’t ask it out loud. She just kept grinning foolishly at An Yu.
This wasn’t her being cowardly! Things were better when they developed naturally.
At this rate, even without confirming it, little An Yu would definitely become her friend.
When holidays came, she could invite little An Yu to go shopping, or show off at the arcade, or even invite her to her house…
Huai Xiang was happily fantasizing when she suddenly remembered her family’s martial arts dojo—full of burly, rough men, plus her extremely rugged dad…
…Yeah, better not.
It would be bad if she scared An Yu.
“Xiangxiang?”
An Yu looked at Huai Xiang strangely.
Why did she keep spacing out?
She looked kind of… dumb.
“Ahem, n-nothing, little An Yu! I’ll head back now!”
With a light cough, Huai Xiang prepared to return to her seat.
Break time was almost over anyway.
And she still needed to think about what gift to give An Yu the day after tomorrow!
“Okay.”
“Mm-hmm!”
Huai Xiang smiled happily, then turned to leave.
But the moment she turned, she nearly crashed into someone else.
“Wah?!”
Huai Xiang blinked in surprise.
She hadn’t even noticed when this person appeared behind her.
And… who was this again?
Surname Shen, maybe? She couldn’t quite remember the full name.
“Sorry, classmate Shen?”
The person was none other than Shen Huahua.
She had been standing there for a while, but Huai Xiang and An Yu had been happily chatting with no room for her to interrupt.
She wasn’t close to either of them.
Even though she had the “instantly familiar” trait, for some reason she had never managed to get close to Huai Xiang and the other two.
They felt… kind of scary.
…
As for why Huai Xiang not noticing her, that was probably because she had been too immersed in the joy of being accepted by An Yu.
Back to the present—Shen Huahua looked at Huai Xiang.
The other girl was actually a bit shorter than her.
In fact, she was only slightly taller than An Yu.
Her pale golden eyes held a trace of confusion.
For some reason, even though Huai Xiang was shorter, Shen Huahua had the distinct feeling that one punch from her would land Shen Huahua in the hospital for three days.
Shen Huahua: “Ah… it’s fine.”
She nodded awkwardly, suddenly unable to say that she had come to find An Yu.
“Oh, good then.”
Huai Xiang nodded, but her tone lacked all the enthusiasm she showed An Yu.
She turned back, waved and smiled brightly at An Yu, then jogged away.
As for Shen Huahua, she stared at An Yu who was still seated, hesitated over and over, and finally could only give up dejectedly.
She returned to her seat, flopped onto the desk, and seemed to have lost all her spirit.
Actually, even if An Yu had talked to her, she wouldn’t have known what to say.
She felt like she couldn’t interfere—it was something only An Qing could resolve herself…
Sorry, my friend! This is all I can do. I, Shen Huahua, am useless!
Lying on the desk, she unconsciously glanced to the left—at An Qing’s seat.
For some reason, An Qing happened to look over at the exact same moment, and their eyes met.
An Qing gave an expressionless nod, then stopped looking at Shen Huahua.
Even her usual gentle smile had vanished.
Her face looked incredibly cold, yet somehow gave the feeling that everything was normal.
An Qing stared boredly at the blackboard, appearing to wait for class to resume while her mind constantly turned over thoughts about An Yu.
She had long known An Yu’s true nature and understood exactly how An Yu operated.
It was nothing more than pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy, attracting attention, and finally snatching away everything and everyone around her.
That was the kind of person An Yu was. Therefore, An Qing would never harbor even the slightest bit of affection toward anyone.
Having once been deceived by An Yu, she would never trust another soul again.
So the fact that Shen Huahua suddenly wanted to get close to An Yu didn’t seem strange to her at all.
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