Chapter 236 - 235: Ya Qings Handwriting Looks Familiar

Bai Fangfei was both angry and enraged as she snatched her copy of “Her Secret” from Xu Jiahui’s hands and tore it to shreds in her fury.

Her eyes were fixed on Lu Mian, full of a desperate determination to fight.

This time, she had lost all her dignity, both inside and out.

“Lu Mian, are you satisfied now!” she almost wailed the question before dashing out of the classroom.

The classmates looked at each other, no one attempting to console her or chase after her.

Su Luo’s expression darkened slightly, worried that Bai Fangfei might cause another incident to pin on Lu Mian, or create some other negative influence on the class, and quickly asked Bai Fangfei’s deskmate, Ni Xiaoxiao, to go after her.

With that, the morning’s drama came to an end.

Xu Jiahui returned to his seat with a red face and burning ears.

Not to be outdone, Shouhao, with a sense of civic duty, carefully selected over ten students known for their integrity and sent out Ya Qing’s books.

He even saved two copies for Lu Mian.

“For me?” Lu Mian glanced at the books that were pushed onto her desk.

“Yeah, Mian bro, one for you and one for Sister Yuan. It wouldn’t be right if everyone got one except for you two!”

It was considerate of them to think of Yuanyuan; she would probably be delighted.

Lu Mian accepted the two books with a smile, tucked them into her desk, and then looked up to see the two boys huddled together, murmuring about something.

After a while, Shouhao pointed at Ya Qing’s signature and spoke in a strange tone.

“Mian bro, don’t you think Ya Qing’s handwriting looks a bit familiar?”

Lu Mian: “…”

Like father, like son – his observational skills weren’t bad either.

She had almost forgotten that she had given these two Yuanyuan’s study notes.

“Uhm…” She tilted her head and chuckled, “Where does it look familiar?”

“It just seems like I’ve seen it somewhere before, and it was recently!” Shouhao scratched his head.

Shouhao was puzzled as well, yet he made a startling remark, “The handwriting looks a bit like Sister Yuan’s…”

“Exactly, like Sister Yuan!”

Lu Mian rubbed her temples and shook her head, rather helplessly.

If only they would apply the same eagerness to gossip to their studies, they wouldn’t be scoring in the forties.

She tapped on the desk, kept a straight face and a steady heart, and lied through her teeth, “Really? I don’t see the resemblance…”

“But it really does look similar… Mian bro, do you still have Sister Yuan’s notebook?”

“Gone,” Lu Mian replied, picking up a ballpoint pen. Seeing they were eager to delve further, she swiftly changed the subject with a hint of authority, “I know her well enough, don’t I? Would I not recognize it?”

“Oh…”

“That’s true…”

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During the break, Lu Mian took a black bag out of her backpack and headed for the guidance counselor’s office.

She was a free agent at school, free to go wherever she liked without it seeming odd to anyone.

But this time, when Lu Mian knocked on Xiao Qimo’s office door, it was not Ye Jinwen who came to open it.

Lu Mian took a step back, observing the man in black before her with a calm gaze.@@novelbin@@

His features were average, his body lean, and his presence so faint that he could go unnoticed in the dark, yet he was also inscrutable.

After a moment’s thought, Lu Mian narrowed her eyes and smiled, “Sorry to bother, is Director Qimo here?”

Mo Nie had seen this girl before in the school’s sports equipment room; he had glanced at her from outside and hadn’t given her much thought.

Now that she was here looking for his master, he too was momentarily taken aback.

“Come in.”

Xiao Qimo’s cultured and magnetic voice sounded from inside the office.

Mo Nie stepped aside, allowing Lu Mian to enter.

Lu Mian sauntered in casually, glanced around and noted that Xiao Qimo and Ye Jinwen seemed busy at their computers, a tense and frosty air lingering in the office.

However, Xiao Qimo naturally got up to seat her on the sofa with her arrival.

“What’s up?” the man’s voice was gentle, a smile playing in his eyes.

Ye Jinwen silently curled his lip—just moments ago, he had been all icy, but now look at him! How contemptible!

Unaware of these undercurrents, Lu Mian handed over the black bag she held.

With a sincere smile, she said, “Here, this is for you.”