Little One Tears the Villain’s Script

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Realizing that she had said something stupid, Liu Xuan began to think of a way to smooth things out. She laughed dryly and said, “This, how is this possible? Siyu, were we mistaken? Jiang Xiaoman’s surname is Jiang, not Wen. How could she be the First Miss of the Wen family? The driver must be lying to you!”

It was fine if she didn’t say anything, but when she did, it poked straight at Liang Siyu’s sore spot.

Jiang Xiaoman’s surname was Jiang, but that was by her own choice. Mom and Grandma had discussed with her to change her surname to Wen, but Jiang Xiaoman was not happy with it and disagreed.

Meanwhile, she herself wanted to use the surname Wen, but couldn’t because she was never given the chance.

Liang Siyu’s face immediately darkened. She gave Liu Xuan a pitiful look, and then walked away silently without saying anything.

After that event, Liang Siyu had not spoken to Liu Xuan for a whole week.

Although she didn’t block her on QQ, no matter what message Liu Xuan sent, she basically would not get any response. Liang Siyu treated her coldly and ignored her.

Liu Xuan had nowhere to complain about the injustice she suffered.

Those who knew Liang Siyu would come to know about her temper. Liu Xuan only misspoke a bit, did Liang Siyu have to get angry to such an extent!?

Originally, Liu Xuan thought that there might be some backstory that couldn’t be talked about. Otherwise, how could the relationship be so messy? But on second thought, Liang Siyu was also not surnamed Wen, and she had been the First Miss of the Wen family for a while, so why couldn’t someone with the surname Jiang be one as well?

Liu Xuan suddenly became enlightened and no longer questioned anything.

Instead, she felt that the wheels of fortune really did turn around. Who knew? Perhaps it will be her turn next year.

But she did not dare to say that sentence in front of Liang Siyu. She could lose her as a friend.

If the mountain would not come to her, then she would come to the mountain. Right now, she only needed to be a dutiful ass-kissing dog.

Liu Xuan began to use her brains and delivered breakfast, umbrellas and various snacks to Liang Siyu. She went from class Eight to class Twelve diligently every day.

Liu Xuan felt that a week was about enough to let Liang Siyu calm down, so she took out her trump card and went to Liang Siyu to claim the credit.

She sent Liang Siyu a link to the miscellaneous chat section of the school’s internet forum. At the top, there was a post marked in red.

【Come Vote for the School Flower and School Prince1 of Your Dreams】

It was a poll that had become a tradition in Qiming. Their days were very boring, so they could only try to find some entertainment out of such trivial things.

The annual school competition to select the School Flower and the School Prince had arrived.

Liu Xuan: 【Siyu, come quick, your name is on it. I stayed up all night to vote for you yesterday. I borrowed my Dad, my Mom, my grandparents and my brothers and sisters’ numbers, all just to vote for you!! Go go go!! You can definitely win this!!】

This time, the message Liu Xuan sent did not sink like a pebble falling to the sea; Liang Siyu replied.

Liang Siyu: 【What are you doing with these superficial things? I don’t care about them, they’re boring】

Liu Xuan: 【Hehe, I think you deserve it】

After a few exchanges, the two finally reconciled. Liu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Liang Siyu opened the post and saw that her name was now at the top of the list, and the votes for the name “Liang Siyu” far outnumbered others.

She couldn’t help but smile. Determined to win, she moved her fingers and also voted for herself.

Many of the students in Qiming Highschool were old classmates from Liang Siyu’s junior highschool. Back then, Liang Siyu was already someone famous, and all her classmates knew about her.

In this kind of voting, even if it was just done in passing, they would have voted for her.

As for the others, who knew them?

Liang Siyu scrolled all the way to the bottom; only then did she find Jiang Xiaoman’s name.

The other girls had a photo, but Jiang Xiaoman didn’t. Her name was just randomly added by a passerby.

Her vote count was miserable and precarious.

Liang Siyu became even more big headed. In her good mood, she took the initiative to send a message to Liu Xuan and invited her to lunch.

During self-study course…

Class Eight’s classroom was quiet and silent. There were only the sounds of pen dancing on paper and pages turning; everyone was very self-conscious and diligent.

The classroom was hot and stuffy. Jiang Xiaoman futilely fanned some wind her way with her hand, then sighed softly and pulled on the curtains a little.

Because of their height, Jiang Xiaoman and Yu Qingshi were thrown to the back corner so they would not block the others’ vision.

As soon as she moved, Yu Qingshi looked up and saw her.

After half a class had passed quietly, Yu Qingshi raised his eyelids to look at her again, but this time his glance caught something amazing.

Just now, at the edge of the curtain, it seemed like… something flashed by.

Fluffy, with monkey cheeks and sharp teeth, something dark gray…

Footnote:

1. A literal translation of the titles would be the School Flower and School Grass. School Flower is pretty self-explanatory but the male equivalent School Grass might seem a bit weird at a glance, so we’ll go with the School Flower and School Prince.