Translated by nightcache

Edited and proofread by anks

(狗吃屎 to fall flat on one's face)

Mo Xinwei's footsteps halt. One An Chuxia is already enough, how is it that a Basa Li has appeared as well? She rather believed that Taoqiu was joking around with her.

However, watching An Chuxia's response, this is obviously true… .

“How? Did that woman provoke you too?” An Chuxia's faint smile is especially unfeeling. “To tell you the truth, between Basa Li and you, I favor you a little bit. Look, right now, she's residing at the Han's, and I was forced, without a choice, to move into the Ling house.”

She intent in saying this is to provoke Mo Xinwei to vigorously give Basa Li a hard time, like she once did to her. To be honest, Chuxia prefers people specifically like Mo Xinwei over people like Basa Li. At the very least, she has brain!

“Earlier, you were actually residing in the Han house… .” Mo Xinwei nods her head. “Forget it! This is not the time to be caring about this. How about… we join hands to get rid of that woman?”

“Pu…” An Chuxia accidentally lets out a laugh. She recovers soon enough, holding on to the banister before continuing, “Mo Xinwei, ah, from the very beginning, you have found the wrong person. Han Qilu and I are two completely different ent.i.ties that can never intersect. If you want to chase her away, then this is your, his well-brought-up girlfriend's, business. It's none of my business.”

Mo Xinwei quickly extends both of her hands, gripping An Chuxia's shoulders. A flash of desolation betrays her eyes. “An Chuxia, although I dislike like you, compared to that woman who came out of nowhere, I like you much better. However, just now what do you mean by this? Do you want me to chase her out by myself, then afterwards, you come collect the fish*?”

(*An Chuxia will reap the benefits while Mo Xinwei will gain nothing out of this.)

Sighing helplessly, she never thought that Mo Xinwei would think this way. She leans toward the railing, facing Mo Xinwei, pus.h.i.+ng her hands away. “If I was a year or two younger, I would have certainly accompanied you to chase that person away. But at present, I am burdened with too many obligations: mama's hope, mama's dream, and the quiet life I aspire to live. Han Qilu is not suitable for me; he probably is more fitting for you. Goodbye, I need to go back to cla.s.s.”

She nods towards a stunned Mo Xinwei before turning away to open the cla.s.sroom door. Meng Xiaonan was actively leaning on door, diligently trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. When she hears An Chuxia returning, she prepares to retreat from the door. But the door opens earlier than expected, causing her body to be thrust forward to the ground. Fortunately, An Chuxia grabs hold of her clothes, bringing her back up. Or else, she might have fallen flat on her face.

“What's wrong?” An Chuxia's voice carries a slight chill, and Meng Xiaonan perceives she's unhappy. She quickly rights her posture, pats down her skirt, and enthusiastically announces, “Wasn't I preparing… to go to the restroom?”

After listening to her, An Chuxia can't help but roll her eyes. One needs to be that close to the door to go to the bathroom? Biting the corner of her mouth, and states, “There's no next time.”

Meng Xiaonan hurries behind. “There will definitely be no next time!” Sure enough, whatever she does cannot stay hidden from An Chuxia's eyes, like the roundworm in her belly. She can even have you guess her nightly dreams!

Actually, An Chuxia just simply doesn't want Meng Xiaonan to be dragged in. If by any chance, due to her bad temper, she causes Mo Xinwei to get angry, then this trouble will land on her lap to fix? It is not that she is afraid of the ha.s.sle, it is just that she is worried that…because of her, Meng Xiaonan will get hurt.

CHAPTER 252

Exam Exclusion

Translated by nightcache

Edited and proofread by anks

(狗吃屎 to fall flat on one's face)

“An Chuxia, this matter doesn't end here, I will find you again.” In an instant, the cla.s.sroom door closes and Mo Xinwei's words, perchance, seep through her ears, and shortly afterwards, she hears the sound of footsteps gradually receding.

Meng Xiaonan feels the urge to speak. As she just opens her mouth, she witnesses a despondent An Chuxia staring at her feet. She only lowers her head, appearing dejected, walks toward her seat and slumps down.

Ten minutes later, unable to hold back, she tears a piece of paper to write: Laoda, why didn't you let me listen?

When she finished writing, she crumples the paper into a ball and throws it lightly. As a result, it flies far over the side of An Chuxia's desk. She scolds herself quietly, “unlucky”. She straightforwardly reaches out and pokes the seatmate. The seat-mate lays down her textbook and look at her distrustfully. “What is wrong, Jiangnan cla.s.smate?”

Meng Xiaonan patiently waves to her, waiting for her to respond before leaning close to whisper. “Who are those two who just came to look for An Chuxia? They don't look like good people. What sort of history do they share with An Chuxia?”

Even though she leaned on the cla.s.sroom door to eavesdrop on their conversation, the sound of the cla.s.s reciting formulas was too loud that she couldn't pick up their whole exchange. She only heard that girl say 'ba' something and 'li' something, whereas An Chuxia also seems to have said something about shouldering some serious stuff… In short, she could not hear, therefore she doesn't know what they were talking about. However, from observing the two girls' eyes, she concludes they are not warm towards An Chuxia.

The seat-mate sighs, then in a lower voice replies, “That girl is called Mo Xinwei; she is our Stein Royal College's flower. Do you know Han Qilu or young master Han? He is her boyfriend. But young master Han seems to not like her much, and is rather much more intimate with our Chuxijie. And so, because of her jealousy, she purposely framed Chuxia sister during physical education, forcing her to run more than a dozen laps around the field. Fortunately, young master Han carried her away or else she would have died from exhaustion.”

After reaching this point, the seat-mate shrugs, her face displaying a look of helplessness.

Meng Xiaonan suddenly nods her head. “I understand… so this is the case! By the way, call me Meng Xiaonan; I believe this gives me more vitality (Xiaonan versus her real name, Jiangnan).”

The seat-mate couldn't help but laugh, giving Meng Xiaonan a look before spitting out, “You are really hilarious.”

She's unable to comment on this matter. Her hatred resumes, compelling her to clench her teeth in anger; this woman does not want to live. She dared to frame her Chuxia, she must properly return this treatment! Or she, from now on, does not deserve to call Chuxia boss?!

As she is thinking about how to retaliate against Mo Xinwei, the cla.s.sroom door suddenly opens and the headmaster enters, followed by a girl who looks Chinese, and whose face is smiling from behind the headmaster's back. But, when she sees An Chuxia, in that instant, her eyes turn gloomy as if a deep whirlpool enveloped both rays of lights.

“Who is this girl? Resembles a Barbie doll, really cute, eh!” A girl exclaims.

“What, her disposition is just like a fox!” Another girl immediately retorts, “Incomparable to Chuxia sister's prettiness!”

Fei Lixiya nods in agreement. “Even though this girl is exceptionally pretty, she doesn't seem to possess the same serenity as Chuxia… .”

The headmaster allows Basa Li to stand at the entrance of the cla.s.s, while he himself steps forward, looking at Meng Xiaonan. “Jiangnan student, I have considered that your last school and our school undeniably have different curriculum. So, I will allow you to come sit in my office as the national exam is about to start. For this exam, you and this student, Basa Li, are excluded.”

An Chuxia who was occupied in reading, suddenly lays her book down when she hears the three words, “Ba Sa Li”, and raises her head to look at the entrance… .