Chapter 39: What Kind of Play Is This?

Ye Luo had no idea her name was written on the bookmark. She simply went downstairs, left the villa, got into the car, and asked Uncle Tan to take her to the bank.

By the time she returned from the bank, it was already lunchtime.

Uncle Wang ushered her into the dining room, saying, “Miss, the master left half an hour ago. Who knows when he’ll be back again? I think you shouldn't wait for him—go ahead and eat.”

Ye Luo responded with a flat “Mm,” clearly indifferent to whether Gong Lu had left or if he would join her for a meal.

Ever since Friday night, when Uncle Wang had invited Gong Lu to dinner to celebrate her score of 130, Gong Lu had shared all three meals with her on Saturday, as well as breakfast this morning.

Over these past few days, Gong Lu hadn’t gotten his left wrist wound wet anymore, but every night he still sought her out to apply medicine. The injury was healing well, already scabbing over.

The marks on his neck had vanished completely, and the wounds on his wrist and body could now be concealed. Naturally, he no longer needed to stay here to “hide.”

After lunch, Ye Luo went upstairs.

She had only reached halfway up the stairs when her phone rang. Ye Luo took the phone from her pocket and saw the caller ID: “Ye Wuqi.” She answered.

As soon as the call connected, her ancestor’s silly voice came through, “Luo, don’t skip class tomorrow—come to school! You absolutely must come! We’ll be waiting for you! Don’t say you won’t come! Anyway, it’s settled!”

Without waiting for her reply, he hung up.

Ye Luo: “…”

What on earth was that about?

But it was obvious she’d find out tomorrow at school, so Ye Luo didn’t bother calling back.

…

The next day.

As soon as Ye Luo stepped onto campus, dozens of students pointed at her and giggled, some even excitedly exclaiming, “That’s her, that’s her!”

Her? What about her?

Ye Luo didn’t ask, kept her expression blank, and headed straight for her classroom.

All along the way, people kept pointing and repeating, “That’s her, that’s her.”

Ye Luo’s brows barely twitched.

She hadn’t yet reached Class 19’s room when she saw a crowd gathered outside, making quite a commotion. Someone suddenly shouted, “She’s here!”

Instantly, everyone turned to look at her, grinning from ear to ear.

Still puzzled, Ye Luo watched as a student, laughing, kindly pointed upward. She instinctively raised her eyes.

Above the classroom doors, stretched between the front and back entrances, hung a huge red banner. Bold letters proclaimed: “Warm congratulations to He Luo for achieving a total score of 130, winning first place in the class, and breaking Class 19’s all-time high score record…”

Ye Luo’s mouth twitched.

She’d thought the matter was behind her, but apparently something even more humiliating had been waiting.

At last, she understood why Ye Wuqi had insisted she come to school today.

“Luo!”

At that moment, Ye Wuqi, Yan Baba, Lei Xingxing, Qiao Qingyang, and Qian Xiaoxing—who had been waiting for her at the classroom door—spotted her standing outside the crowd and hurried over.

The onlookers quickly parted, clearing a path for them.

Only then did Ye Luo notice that all four had red cloth strips tied around their heads, each bearing words like “Luo,” “First,” “Luo,” “One hundred thirty,” “Wow…”

Ye Luo: “…………”

“Luo, how about it? Do you like our surprise for you?” Ye Wuqi asked excitedly as he approached, face full of anticipation.