Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Li Wenya shouted out.
In an instant, everyone’s gazes converged on her, making her instinctively feel a flicker of fear.
But soon, Li Wenya regained her composure.
Her expression returned to its usual haughtiness, and she looked at An Yu with mockery.
“Finally looking at me, huh? You little brat who stole someone else’s life—how can you sit there so smugly?”
As soon as her words fell, the classroom’s atmosphere turned icy in an instant.
Many people shot angry glares at Li Wenya.
An Yu felt Ning Wanciu, who was behind her, tighten her hold, a chill emanating from her body.
But Li Wenya seemed oblivious to the mood. Still unsatisfied, she reached out toward An Yu, who was in Ning Wanciu’s arms. “If I were you…”
She wanted to say that if she were An Yu, she’d have already gone to apologize to An Qing, then slinked out of the An Family and this school in disgrace.
But she was destined to never finish her sentence.
“Ow, ow, ow!”
Huai Xiang grabbed Li Wenya’s arm first, the enthusiasm and excitement on her face vanishing instantly, replaced by endless coldness.
An Yu was stunned just watching.
Did Huai Xiang change faces without spending a single bean?
An Yu stayed silent, already aware of this person’s intentions through the System’s prompts.
This was the villain instigated by An Qing—hm, compared to Cheng Shimumeng, she was truly far inferior, like the difference between Mini Cream Puffs and stale Bread.
An Yu felt a bit guilty in her heart for comparing Cheng Shimumeng to a creature like Li Wenya.
Regardless of An Yu’s thoughts, Huai Xiang’s actions continued.
She was genuinely angry, starting from the moment Li Wenya spoke her first word.
Was there really, really, someone in this world who could bear to insult An Yu? Huai Xiang couldn’t understand or accept it.
Was it some deranged, jealous girl losing her mind?
Worse, this damned, shady, ugly girl even dared to reach out with her filthy hand to touch little An Yu. Had she even sanitized it first?
Someone so vile, jealous even of An Yu, should be kneeling and kowtowing in apology for tainting An Yu’s eyes, not brazenly trying to touch her!
“Let go of me! Do you know who I am? How dare you treat me like this?!”
Li Wenya struggled frantically, but Huai Xiang’s strength was beyond her imagination—she felt like her arm was clamped in an iron vise, completely unable to break free.
“Who are you? Li Wenya from the next class, just an utterly ordinary nobody who got into this school through some shady connections, and now you don’t even cherish it~” Cheng Shimumeng spoke coldly.
So annoying. She was finally feeling some joy, and now this insignificant nobody had interrupted her.
“You—you’re—argh, it’s breaking, it’s breaking, it’s going to break!”
Huai Xiang kept increasing the pressure, no longer wanting to hear Li Wenya’s voice.
“Someone like you doesn’t deserve to know who I am. Go home today and pack your bags—you won’t be coming to school tomorrow.”
Cheng Shimumeng waved her hand dismissively. “Alright, alright, Xiangxiang, throw her out.”
As soon as Cheng Shimumeng’s words fell, Huai Xiang flung Li Wenya out.
The moment she was thrown, Li Wenya’s shouts could still be heard, but for some reason, they quickly stopped, as if someone had silenced her.
“Are you okay, An Yu?”
Ning Wanciu’s gentle voice came from behind, snapping An Yu out of her daze.
“Mm.”
An Yu nodded subconsciously, still a bit slow to process.
What… just happened?
If she wasn’t mistaken, this should’ve been her first crisis—or rather, it was originally meant to be An Qing’s first crisis.
But since An Qing was reborn and became an untouchable target, Li Wenya had come for her instead.
Still, something felt off.
In the original plot, Li Wenya tormented An Qing for a long time, practically a minor boss. And now she was just… thrown out like that?
This crisis was resolved way too easily…
An Yu blinked in a daze, looking somewhat surprised.
The trio noticed her reaction, and Huai Xiang turned around, her icy expression melting instantly back into her usual fawning demeanor. She pounced to An Yu’s side.
“Little An Yu, little An Yu, it’s fine! Someone like that? I could take on a hundred of them! So, if you run into any trouble in the future, just leave it to me. I’ll protect you!”
Huai Xiang grinned as she spoke, and the other two didn’t contradict her.
Because she was telling the truth.
When it came to someone like Li Wenya, Huai Xiang could probably really take on a hundred.
Her family ran a martial arts dojo, so she’d been training since childhood.
Even in elementary school, she could use her skills to defeat adults much larger than her.
Though she seemed a bit scatterbrained at times, in this regard, Huai Xiang was very reliable.
But An Yu didn’t know any of this. She tilted her head coldly, not taking Huai Xiang’s words seriously.
Still, she didn’t call her out on it—at least Huai Xiang had indeed protected her.
An Yu raised her hand and gently patted Huai Xiang’s head.
She didn’t know why, but Huai Xiang seemed to love it when she did this—earlier, when An Yu patted her head, she’d been thrilled.
So this time, An Yu did it again.
It definitely wasn’t because she was too lazy to talk—it was just more convenient!
“Wah… little An Yu, you’re too gentle!”
Huai Xiang, deeply moved, grabbed An Yu’s hand. How could there be such a perfect loli?
So cute, so gentle.
Even though she was the one insulted by a bad person, she could brush it off and comfort Huai Xiang instead!
Huai Xiang’s mind ran wild with interpretations of An Yu’s actions, unaware that An Yu was simply being practical.
Wahh… how could anyone want to bully an An Yu like this?
Thinking back to what Li Wenya said earlier, Huai Xiang was furious. Little An Yu was as gentle as an angel!
Damn it, she definitely threw her too lightly earlier!
If it weren’t for all the eyes on them, Huai Xiang might’ve even wanted to give Li Wenya a proper beating.
Unlike Huai Xiang’s direct approach, Cheng Shimumeng wore a cold smile, idly fiddling with her Smartphone, seemingly sending a message to someone.
Soon, she looked up, the coldness on her face replaced by a gentle smile. “It’s all taken care of, little An Yu. I guarantee you won’t see her again.”
Though Cheng Shimumeng’s tone was gentle, her words carried a chilling undertone.
That Li Wenya had thoroughly pissed her off.
She’d finally found some joy in this boring routine, only for an irrelevant nobody to ruin it—absolutely unforgivable.
Normally, for someone dumb enough to provoke her, Cheng Shimumeng wouldn’t let them off so easily.
But this time was different. In front of An Yu, she had to restrain herself a bit.
Plus, she didn’t want that idiot showing up in front of An Yu again, lest she taint An Yu’s beautiful, amber-like eyes.