Chapter 17
Lu Jingcheng was speechless. “Do you even eat it? The stuff I don’t eat—you don’t eat either, right?” Bai Le: […]
Lu Jingcheng was speechless. “Do you even eat it? The stuff I don’t eat—you don’t eat either, right?” Bai Le: […]
“Yeah,” Ye Qingyang replied. “Your aunt really isn’t a decent person.” Lu Jingcheng cursed, then suddenly seemed to think of
Ye Qingyang recited classical poems with everyone, did the morning exercises, and then sat through a math class. When Chinese
Ye Qingyang ignored her. “I’m reflecting behind closed doors. I was the one who made a mistake and angered Auntie,
After the old lady left, Ye Hong finally let out a sigh of relief and glared at Ye Qingyang. When
After the last class ended, Ye Qingyang packed up his schoolbag, ready to go home and continue his battle of
Chen Wei came back quickly, looking delighted. “I have instant noodles too.” He waved the bag in front of Lu
By the time Ye Qingyang woke up, Lu Jingcheng had already been thinking about asking him why he had not
Ye Qingyang woke up the next day to find it was already past ten o’clock. By this time, Ye Hong
Ye Qingyang looked utterly bewildered. “I can’t sleep, I’m practicing singing.” “Practice singing at night?! Are you crazy?!” Wang Hui
Ye Hong finally put down the ladle and the bowl. “That’s enough oil. Start cooking.” Ye Qingyang let out a
Ye Qingyang shook his head silently. There was no one else. Lu Jingcheng finally felt a little relieved and reassured
“This…” the apprentice glanced at Ye Qingyang, then at Lu Jingcheng, hesitating. “Are you sure he can do it? Maybe
At Yizhong, the second-year students didn’t have evening study sessions. At exactly 7:10, the dismissal bell rang. Ye Qingyang packed
Lu Jingcheng instinctively took a step back, a sudden unease crawling over him. Something was about to happen—he could feel
He stretched lazily, feeling quite pleased that the teacher hadn’t cared at all and had let him sleep through a
Lu Jingcheng was talking with Chen Wei and the others as they walked toward their usual seats. Halfway there, a
Ye Qingyang watched the people bustling back and forth in front of him—strange uniforms, a strange cafeteria. Where on earth