Chapter 90: I Feel Like Hitting You, Do You Know That?

She went over and stopped in front of Shen Jing.

Shen Jing was probably only about five feet tall, roughly as tall as Chen Chen. When Ye Luo, who stood around five foot seven, approached her, Shen Jing actually had to tilt her head up to see Ye Luo’s face.

But the dazed and adorable Shen Jing broke into a crescent-eyed smile the moment she saw her, utterly endearing. “My name is Shen Jing. What’s yours?”

Ye Luo was not good at socializing and still wore no expression, but she did understand basic courtesy. “My name is He Luo.”

Shen Jing did not notice the slightest thing odd about how cold she sounded. She kept looking up at her, eyes curved into crescents as she said with genuine delight, “I think I’ve heard of you. Aren’t you the one in Class Nineteen who scored one hundred and thirty and broke your class record? Congratulations. You’ve improved so much.”

Ye Luo was truly not good at conversation, and at that moment she had no idea what to say, so she said nothing.

Still, she could tell that this dazed, sweet, and soft little girl in front of her was not mocking her at all. She was sincerely praising her progress.

Even though Ye Luo did not want to be praised like that in the least.

Shen Jing still did not think there was anything strange about her silence. In a voice full of envy, she said, “You all can improve, but I can’t. I’m first every single day. So annoying.”

By the end, she even sounded unhappy.

Ye Luo: “...”

If someone else heard that, they would want to hit you, you know?

“Pfft—hahaha...” As Ye Wuqi walked over and took a look, he heard that remark and immediately burst out laughing. “Sister Luo, keep calm. You have to keep calm... hahaha...”

“Qi, Brother Qi.” Shen Jing’s eyes suddenly lit up, and she stumbled over her words.

Ye Luo did not pay much attention to her hesitation.

Her ancestor had been the school tyrant; over the past few days, she had already seen more than enough people stammering whenever they spoke to that ancestor of hers.

“Even Shen Xueba calls me Brother Qi now,” Ye Wuqi said, suppressing his laughter as he teased her.

“Yes, yes.” Shen Jing immediately nodded her little head furiously, her eyes smiling into even deeper crescents.

“Since you call me Brother Qi too, I won’t stuff you into a sack,” Ye Wuqi teased again.

Ye Luo: “...”

Yet Shen Jing was still nodding eagerly. “Mm-hmm.”

Ye Luo: “...”

Such a dazed little innocent...

Only then did Ye Wuqi turn back to Ye Luo. “I just came over to take a look. Everyone else is already practicing, so why are you two still standing here talking?”

Ye Luo looked around and saw that everyone else really was sitting on the ground, practicing sit-ups.

So she sat down as well.

Seeing her sit, Shen Jing hurriedly sat down too, facing her toe to toe.

Ye Luo paused for a moment, then stood back up.

To her surprise, Shen Jing got up as well, hurrying after her with the same absent-minded look, as though afraid of being a second too late.

Ye Luo: “...”

“Hahaha...” Ye Wuqi nearly choked from laughing. “Sister Luo, this won’t do. You have to say something. If you don’t, Shen Xueba won’t understand what you want to do.”

At last, Ye Luo fully believed what Yan Bada had just said: that this Shen Xueba had been isolated for over two years and still did not realize she was being isolated.

Only then did Ye Luo ask, “Do you want to start practicing first, or should I?”

“You can go first.” Shen Jing answered happily.

Ye Luo had no idea what she was so delighted about and simply took it as part of her nature. “Then you hold down my legs first. When I’m done practicing, I’ll switch and hold yours so you can practice.”

With that, she sat down again.

There was still not a trace of expression on her face.

“Okay, okay.” This time Shen Jing did not sit down. She hurriedly pressed both hands on Ye Luo’s legs, looking serious, as though if she were a second slow something terrible would happen.