Over the past few days, despite Shen Ruqing’s intentional or unintentional attempts to drive Ying away, Ying had persistently clung to Ning Chuxue.
Over time, under this entanglement that was more like a “farce,” Ning Chuxue no longer avoided her as she had before.
At the very least, she was willing to chat and interact.
This was also the reason Ning Chuxue no longer felt shy when chatting with Ying.
That said, from Ning Chuxue’s perspective, the two of them were at most strangers who could have a pleasant conversation.
They were far from being friends.
As for Ying’s current advice about making friends…
Ning Chuxue had thought about it before enrolling, but after enrolling, she no longer did.
After experiencing uncontrollable charm that attracted trouble, problems kept coming one after another.
Realizing this, she even became intentionally or unintentionally averse to socializing, thus reducing her presence.
Looking at the girl before her, whose eyes were sparkling and face full of expectation, Ning Chuxue subconsciously replied,
“I don’t want to make friends for now, and Teacher Mu hasn’t put any pressure on me…”
When the word “pressure” was mentioned, Ning Chuxue suddenly became a little uncertain.
If she dug deeper, every time she interacted with Mu Wannuo, she could feel a subtle pressure, but it was always masked by her gentle demeanor.
Ying didn’t notice her thoughtful expression and urged again,
“Xiao Nuo, you haven’t been pressured silly by Teacher Mu, have you?”
Ying clearly didn’t believe Ning Chuxue, thinking that the reason she said that was because her mind had been damaged by long-term pressure.
“Then how about joining the Eclectic Studies Society? If you have trouble in the future, there will be someone to help, right?”
Even so, Ying still didn’t give up on pulling Ning Chuxue out from under Mu Wannuo’s pressure.
She did this not only because she felt Ning Chuxue was pitiful, but also because she was very cute!
Emotions easily make people foolish, and Ying was no exception.
No help for it—who made Ning Chuxue perfectly match her fantasy of an ideal little sister?
Therefore, Ying completely wanted to be Ning Chuxue’s elder sister!
Because of this mindset, she couldn’t let go of this little loli now.
It was just unknown what expression she would have when she found out that this “little sister” she longed for already had three elder sisters.
“Making friends is already a lot of trouble, joining a club is even more impossible.”
Ning Chuxue refused again, her childish face full of disinterest, and stood up to leave.
Moreover, she didn’t even know what the Eclectic Studies Society was.
Just hearing the name made it seem unreliable.
Ning Chuxue didn’t want to waste any more time on Ying and wanted to quickly return to the office.
Without guessing, Ning Chuxue also knew that there must be a group of people secretly watching her from afar.
Her resolute decision to leave became even firmer.
Ying immediately panicked and hastily grabbed Ning Chuxue’s sleeve.
“The Eclectic Studies Society is very relaxed, and the Club Family can look out for each other, saving a lot of trouble. Really, won’t you consider it?”
Because she was emotionally agitated, she didn’t control the force when grabbing Ning Chuxue.
At that moment, Ning Chuxue only felt a sharp pain in her left hand, and the bag in her right hand almost slipped and fell to the ground.
She wanted to break free forcefully, but how could her strength compare to someone trained in martial arts?
So, the more she struggled, the harder Ying pulled.
It even left a red mark.
The pain traveled from her wrist to her brain, and she felt a trace of impatience.
Nevertheless, she still tried to control the inexplicable anger in her heart.
Ying didn’t notice the subtle change in Ning Chuxue.
She thought Ning Chuxue’s sudden freeze meant she was about to agree, so she pressed again,
“Xiao Nuo, have you decided?”
At the same time as feeling relieved, she couldn’t help but marvel at Mu Wannuo’s method of education.
How could Mu Wannuo bear to put pressure on such a cute little loli like Ning Chuxue?
‘If I were Xiao Nuo’s family, I would definitely dote on her.’
Ying couldn’t help adding in her heart.
Little did she know, the sentence she used to confirm was like the spark that ignited the fuse of a powder keg, perfectly setting off Ning Chuxue’s inexplicable anger.
Forgetting about the Eclectic Studies Society, Ning Chuxue turned back resentfully,
“Can you let go of me first?”
She was already trying very hard to control her temper.
But Ying still didn’t notice. Instead of listening to Ning Chuxue, she continued to hold her wrist,
“No, first give me a definite answer, Xiao Nuo.”
Ying’s sense of justice was overflowing, and she couldn’t help but add in her heart, ‘I will definitely take you away from Teacher Mu’s clutches.’
After that mental image, Ying assumed the aura of someone determined to conquer the world, and her gaze became even more resolute.
So resolute that Ning Chuxue thought she had done something wrong.
That inexplicable anger that was about to ignite in her heart was extinguished by Ying’s aura.
Ning Chuxue even felt like she was about to be laughed at in anger.
“Are you running a fever?”
“How could that be? I’m perfectly fine,” Ying replied, not understanding, but soon she changed the subject,
“Never mind about me. Xiao Nuo, will you come with me?”
“Follow you?”
Ying’s words made Ning Chuxue feel strange.
It was very strange, but Ning Chuxue also knew that she was insisting on dragging her to meet her friends.
Just like at the very beginning, she really didn’t want to make friends or anything, so she planned to turn back and seriously reject her.
Although directly refusing might hurt Ying’s feelings a bit, it was better than continuing this entanglement.
Thinking this, she tried to suppress the emotions that had reached their peak, turned her head, and forced an apologetic expression:
“Sorry, I…”
Before Ning Chuxue could finish her refusal, she was suddenly interrupted the moment she turned.
Behind Ying, two girls were chatting and laughing.
Sometimes they raised their hands to gesture, and the next moment, one picked up a book from the table and hit the girl next to her.
The other girl didn’t mind and retaliated jokingly.
Although there was some distance between Ning Chuxue and them, she could still hear fragments of their conversation.
It seemed they were talking about the love and hate stories of the class next door.
It was a very ordinary scene, yet it fixed Ning Chuxue’s gaze on that spot.
Just like Ning Chuxue’s thoughts when she first enrolled.
She actually didn’t like being alone and lonely.
Although she had the love of three elder sisters, their love was so twisted that Ning Chuxue only dared to show weakness, not strength.
There was none of the relaxation that comes with friends.
Therefore, the words of refusal got stuck in her throat.
Ning Chuxue hesitated, unsure whether to say them.
Ying beside her didn’t think much of it.
Seeing Ning Chuxue, who had stopped mid-sentence and suddenly froze, Ying was puzzled. She waved her hand in front of her face and asked,
“Xiao Nuo, are you okay?”
Ning Chuxue came back to her senses, was dazed for a few seconds, then subconsciously blurted out,
“Do all you martial artists have no brains?”
“Huh? Where did that stereotype come from?”
Ying was even more baffled, but didn’t pursue it, and instead repeated her earlier question,
“So, Xiao Nuo, have you decided?”
“It’s not a stereotype. I think you’re like a fictional character, Ying.”
She had an overflowing sense of justice, practiced martial arts, and had a cute, dazed look.
She fit all three tags; one had to admit it really was similar.
Ying’s curiosity was piqued instead, and she forgot about taking Ning Chuxue to make friends:
“A fictional character? Which one? I never thought someone would describe me like that someday!”
Ning Chuxue was caught off guard by her enthusiasm and instinctively panicked for a moment.
But she quickly recovered,
“A fool. You’d better not know…”
Come to think of it.
Calling someone like March 7th and Chen Qianyu—is that really an insult?