“Sorry,  please look for someone else,” Peng Cheng said next. ” I’m sure no one from Class Ten A or B will accept any student from Class K. You will have to look at lower grades. After all, everyone knows what kind of attitude class Ten A has for us toppers. Since they can’t be like us, they decided to throw mud on our names. “

An Xiulan stood there, trying to not let her tears fall. She quietly walked away from there while the teacher was still trying to convince that boy from Class Ten A. She knew he had set his mind and wouldn’t change it for anything else.

She walked and walked and found a seat on the empty bleachers without caring that lunch break had ended. She was crying, not making a noise.

As she sniffled, someone extended a tissue paper to her. Wiping her disobedient tears with the tissue paper handed to her, she let out a crying groan when her tears refused to be stopped._.

“He said I don’t deserve to study in this school,” An Xiulan said as more tears trickled down her face. She wasn’t a crybaby but today she couldn’t control her tears.

Why was it that she never cried when she was bullied back in Duke’s house and now that she was here, she started crying for some hurtful words spoken by a boy she didn’t even know?

Could it be because she had experienced what love and care were like?

“He also said that I am a tyrant who had come to school for fun and squandering my parents’ hard-earned money,” An Xiulan said, sniffling. “He called me rowdy even before knowing me. I just want someone to help me with my studies. Is it too much to ask for?”

Once again she burst out crying, “I am so stupid for not being able to write Mandarin. It is my fault that he declined to teach me. If I was a good student, I wouldn’t be the last scorer in the school. If only I knew how to read and write. He didn’t say anything wrong. It’s me who is so stupid.”

“Who was he?” Han Zixin asked in a deadly calm voice. He didn’t say anything else. All he wanted to know was a name, nothing else.

“If you beat him up, he will never leave his stereotype against our class. He will never stop calling Class Ten K students a bunch of rowdies.” An Xiualan said, sniffling. She was right when she thought that Han Zixin would beat that student for saying bad words about his class.

“Little blockhead, Is he from Class A?” Han Zixin asked again. His silence was more dangerous than his scary words. He didn’t need his steel pipe to hit someone, his fists were enough.

“You can’t beat him up,” An Xianlan said, glaring at him through her big swollen red eyes. “You can’t solve every problem by beating. Violence is not the solution.”

Although An Xiulan was heartbroken at this time. She had begun to understand how the world worked in actuality. She couldn’t live in this ear though the memories of the original Xiulan. She had to create a place for herself here. She had learned to be tolerant from this incident. Until and unless she was strong enough to attack, she had to defend herself by being tolerant and strong-willed.

“You are right. Violence is not the solution to every problem,” Han Zixin said, looking at her dirty face.

[Just because Violence is not the solution didn’t mean he won’t make it one. Then again, threatening and revenge aren’t a part of Violence.]

Little blockhead didn’t look pretty when she cried. She looked quite ugly and ridiculous and he didn’t like ugly and ridiculous beings. Thus, he had to make sure in future that nobody made her cry.

At this moment, he understood one thing about her. She was soft-hearted but was stronger than him.

If it was him, he would have acted on his impulse but she didn’t. She chose to be tolerant, showing the depth of her real strength.

Han Zixin looked at her when an idea struck her, “I can ask someone from Class Ten A to help you with your studies. What do you say?”

He had connections and he was ready to use those connections for her.

Suddenly, her attention went back to the boy from the morning. She didn’t want Han Zixin to face that person because she felt he didn’t like him. Yes, for some reasons she disliked Han Nanxian. He was a sorcerer.

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