Song Ci had no idea how to console the crying An Xin. If she had known that she would start crying as soon as they left the ss, she would not have asked the girl to follow him.


    “Wahhhaaa!”


    ‘Oh, god. How should I console my little ancestor?’


    A few minutes earlier,


    An Xin was putting back her notebook in the bag when the bell rang and the teacher left their ss.


    Song Ci threw crushed paper at her.


    “Let’s go to the washroom!” Song Ci said.


    An Xin agreed. She liked the first ss. Although she didn’t understand what the topic of quadratic equations was exactly, she could say that it was a good topic. She had fun scribbling words on her notebooks.


    It was just that she didn’t understand a thing.


    But as she was about to leave the desk, Han Zixin spread out his legs, looking here and there but at her._.


    “Excuse me, I want to go out,” An Xin had no other option but to talk to him.


    Han Zixin looked everywhere but at her. He was having a great time ying the game of oblivion.


    “I’m talking to you,” An Xin looked at him in annoyance.


    She looked at other students who quickly buried their gazes into the books, pretending that they didn’t say anything at all.


    It was only when An Xin hardly shook him, did he nce at him.


    Han Zixin’s head was spinning. He felt as if he had taken a round of the great Ferrari’s wheel. Howe this delicate-looking girl had so much power?


    Where would his dignity go if anyone were to know that his head was spinning just because a fragile girl as her shook his body?


    “Are you talking to me?” Han Zixin pointed a finger at him. His arrogant smirk intact on his face.


    “I want to go out,” An Xin stubbornly said.


    “Then go ahead,” He scoffed, without getting out of her way.


    An Xin sighed and sat back on the seat, looking at Song Ci with a teary gaze.


    When Han Zixin nced at the girl he found her carrying the expression as if someone had eaten her rabbit. His frosty heart itched and he got out of the seat, leaving her the way.


    An Xin happily followed Song Ci to the washroom. Since ss Ten (K) only had three girls before, they used to do everything together, from going to the washroom to eating together. They would always stick together. And now that An Xin hade to their ss, they had added her to their camp without any hostility.


    “Xiao Lan, this is Mona. She is the president of the artmittee of ss Ten,” Song Ci introduced them.


    “How cute!” Mona eximed. “Do you want to be my model? I am creating a portrait. Would you like to be my model?”


    Song Ci quickly remembered the time when she had agreed to be Mona’s model and ended up being theughing stock of the entire school. Mona had drawn her as an eggnt. She dared not to think what Mona would make of An Xin? A cucumber? Spinach? Reddish?


    She shuddered at the possibilities.


    “Come on, Mona. Xiao Lan is still new. Give her time to adjust in the school first,” Song Ci yed the role of a big protective sister. As they reached the washroom, she remembered how Qiao Wei was sleeping while walking.


    This owl!


    Why did Qiao wake up when the world is sleeping and sleep when the world is awake?


    “Xiao Lan, meet Qiao Wei,” Song Ci didn’t forget to introduce the two of them.


    However, as An Xin turned her gaze to look at the other girl in the group, her eyes filled with tears and she pounced on Qiao Wei.


    “Jie jie!” An Xin’s tears trickled down her cheeks like a waterfall. When she was locked in the duke’s courtyard, Qiao Wei was the only person who cared for her. She didn’t forget to bring her food and stories from outside.


    One day, when An Xin was crying because her siblings loathed her, Qiao Wei swore to be her elder sister and protect her from everyone.


    Since that day for as long as Qiao Wei lived, she lived as An Xin’s elder sister.


    “Hey! Hey! I’m your Jie, not this owl,” Song Ci grumbled. She had decided to throw Qiao Wei out and ept An Xin as her younger sister but why was her little sister calling Qiao Wei her sister. This wasn’t fair!


    “Girl, you are killing me,” Qiao Wei winced in pain. “Why are you so heavy?”


    An Xin cried even loudly.


    “Wahhhhh!”


    “Okay, okay, you are not heavy. This Jiejie is heavy. I ask you to calm down,” Qiao Wei said, straining her neck and waist.


    On her orders, An Xin stopped crying. With her big doe eyes, she stared at Qiao Wei, wanting to burst into tears again.


    Qiao Wei in her era had died before her eyes. She had died of a chill. Dying of chill in the ancient era was amon and incurable disease. There was nothing she could do to save her back then. After Qiao Wei’s death, An Xin had fallenpletely alone. There was no one to talk to her, tell weird stories and feed her. She was all alone in that cruel world.


    But not anymore. Her best friend. Her big sister was standing before her.


    An Xin hupped as she realized that she wasn’t the same Qiao Wei. She just looked like Qiao Wei. Feeling dejected, she walked to the washroom and locked her inside.


    “Qiao Wei! Can’t you be nice to her?” Mona red at her.


    “What’s my fault?” Qiao Wei asked in bewilderment.


    “Instead of burying your head in novels, can you talk to humans once in a while?” Song Ci said in annoyance.”She was so nice to you. She even called you Jiejie.”


    Now Qiao Wei felt like a scumbag for making a girl cry.


    “Alright. Alright. I will talk politely to her,” Qiao Wei said, swallowing. “But no one must disturb me when I’m reading my beloved books.”


    ….


    Author Note:


    I have a lot of things to say. Let me say quickly or I will forget what to say:


    An Xin is not a weak character. She is a simpleton for now because she hadn’t seen the modern world. For a girl who had not even seen the ancient world clearly, she was sent to the modern world and she find herself a bit confused most of the time.


    There are no Sasaeng fans chasing ML. And this is not the book of Revenge or a mary sue theme. The FL is a normal human. She will develop in a very realistic manner.


    Han Zi Xin might be a school tyrant but before judging him, make sure you know his background story. Every person is a product of his environment and experiences.


    I just forget what I was supposed to say. Never mind, I will continue next time.


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