Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 45: Wish The Judges Are Blind

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Wish The Judges Are Blind

The man trembled in pain, thinking, "This woman is really ruthless!"

Both of them were involved in the underworld!

Brutal and wild, they weren’t someone these Shrimp Generals could compare to!

Had they known how formidable these women were, they wouldn’t have dared to target that item.

He lay on the ground, his gaze scattered, when suddenly he caught a glimpse of the gun barrel inside the car emitting a cold glow, and his eyes widened!

His jaw trembled, daring not to make a sound, fearing she would blow his head off with a single shot.

Were all those black bags filled with guns?

This was in Beijing!

Even if they were arrogant, they wouldn’t dare to commit an armed robbery in Beijing!

"Hurry up, get up and move the car for grandma!" Mo Fan lifted his foot, got into the car, and under the sunglasses, his Lip was both sexy and enticing.

The man’s painful expression eased.

More than ten men lying on the ground immediately got up and drove the car away, without any doubt about her words.

She truly dared to run them over!

"Goodbye, fw." Mo Fan sat in the driver’s seat, a smile lifting at the corner of his mouth, as he waved his hand.

He stepped on the gas and sped off.

"Brother Liu, are we going to let it go just like this?" asked a protege who had just been stepped on.

Brother Liu kicked him in the butt, reducing some of his anger, and said irritably, "Or what? You go? Didn’t you see they had guns in the car? If you want to go, go ahead!"

"Yeah, let’s forget it then," the junior bowed his head, he was no match for them alone, and they even had guns?

Though it was hard to believe, Brother Liu wouldn’t deceive them.

**

Around 6:30 p.m.

The two returned to Lan City, first delivered the items to Nan Jingchen, and then took Yun Yue home.

"You don’t have any assignments lately, you can take a break. The money is transferred to your card, think of it as your vacation fund," Yun Yue said as she stood in front of the gate of Lin Mansion, a smile tugging at her lips.

Mo Fan’s eyes lit up when he saw the billion credited to his account, his smile deepening, "Thanks boss, I’ll bring you a present when I get back."

Yun Yue smiled and didn’t speak, turning around to walk into Lin Mansion.

Sister Li, who opened the door, sighed in relief when she saw that she had returned unharmed.

"Miss, you’re finally back; I was about to call the police," Sister Li complained, handing her the slippers to change into. She had been gone for two days without any notice; how could one not worry about a girl?

Yun Yue responded indifferently, "I went out to have some fun for a couple of days, just to relax."

Sister Li kept nagging her, insisting that next time she must inform beforehand, and that it wouldn’t hurt to have someone accompany her.

Yun Yue’s ears ached; the whole family was full of chatterers.

"I’m going upstairs first, Sister Li, don’t worry too much, it’s good for your health," Yun Yue said, her gaze meaningful.

Sister Li laughed at her joke, seeing her brisk steps, she didn’t say anything more. Just like the young master, they all found her chatter annoying.

When Lin Xuanze came home that evening and saw her room light on, he knew she was back.

Truth be told, he wasn’t worried about her disappearance. She could easily handle four on her own—who would dare to bully the social sister, the once campus tyrant?

The next day.

Yun Yue had to wake up early to read.

She sluggishly descended the stairs; Lin Xuanze sneakily glanced at her.

Despite her drowsiness, she still appeared wild and badass, much like a social sister.

"Here, take this."

Yun Yue raised an eyebrow, leaning back on the chair with her legs propped up, casually flipping through the pages.

Lin Xuanze, afraid she might misunderstand, quickly explained, "This is my notebook. My mom asked me to lend it to you, remember to give it back after you’re done."

"Ugly handwriting."

Her voice was cold, and her expression was so haughty it was almost infuriating.

Lin Xuanze took a deep breath.

He couldn’t win!

He endured!

"In a while, there will be the monthly test; you should just pray for good luck and hope to guess more multiple-choice questions correctly!"

Angry, he stood up, the chair scraping the floor, teeth gritted and clicking.

Not only was his expression lacking, but so was his speech.

Yun Yue ate a sandwich, lazily stood up, indifferent to his words, left hand in a pocket, silhouette both wild and proud.

Class Seven.

"Yun Yue, you’re finally here; Liu Yanfang has been talking bad about you these last couple of days." Zhang Ziyue cocked her head towards her, having heard from Mr. Xiao that she was sick, "Are you feeling better now?"

"It’s all good now." Yun Yue squinted her eyes, lounging in the chair nonchalantly, "Let her talk if she wants. It’s not like I can sew her mouth shut."

"That’s true." Zhang Ziyue nodded in slight agreement and pointed to the blackboard newspaper behind her, "What do you think of the drawing?"

The drawing was something everyone in Class Seven had brainstormed with great effort, only missing some coloring in the corners; the competition was tomorrow.

She turned her head to glance at it, her gaze meaningful, giving Zhang Ziyue an encouraging, faint smile, "No matter what, it’s the hard work of Class Seven. Keep pushing."

Zhang Ziyue: "..."

A bit forced.

She felt a bit defeated and laid her head on the desk, poking at a small toy, weakly saying, "Even you say that, looks like beating Class One is hopeless again."

Class One’s blackboard newspaper was already completed the day before yesterday; she had seen it when passing by and it was streets ahead of theirs.

"Class One did truly well, but we in Class Seven just want to win against them, even if just once, seriously."

Zhang Ziyue looked earnest, her dark eyes misty with a hint of emotion; it wasn’t just her own obsession, but the whole class’s.

Yun Yue propped her chin, her eyes under the brim of her hat dark and deep, her intricate side profile casually fierce as she half-jokingly said, "Who knows, we might just win."

Zhang Ziyue, lying on the desk, "Hopefully."

Chances might be just one percent.

Unless the judges are blind.

Yun Yue glanced at her, said nothing more, and went to sleep.

When self-study was about to end in the evening, she asked for a leave because of a stomachache and went to the restroom.

She sent a message to Lin Xuanze telling him to head back first.

After waiting more than ten minutes, and after all the classrooms in the building turned their lights off, she walked out of the restroom.

The moonlight tonight was enticing.

Carrying a bucket of water, she walked into Class Seven with a leisurely pace, standing in front of the blackboard newspaper, sucking on a lollipop, her lips pure yet desirous, the corners of her eyes carrying a mischievous charm.

Just taken from Gu Yue’s drawer.

Tastes not bad.

She found a clean mop from the back, dipped it in water, and immediately began scrubbing the blackboard.

Colorful paints dripped to the floor.

She didn’t turn the lights on, and the street lights outside were bright enough to illuminate the blackboard.

Her face appeared even more coldly charming and wicked in the darkness, casual arrogance radiating from her bones.

She sketched out the rough outlines with chalk, then started mixing colors.

An hour later,

She put down the palette and brushes.

Leaning against a table, she raised an eyebrow as she scrutinized the blackboard in front of her.

It’s been too long since she last painted, felt a bit rusty.

After cleaning up the scene, it was already eleven at night, and she sent out a message.

The school gate was already closed, but she easily climbed over the two-meter-high wall.

Across the street, Wei Xuan leaned against his motorcycle, several strands of his hair hanging over his forehead, flamboyant, immediately putting out the cigarette in his hand as he saw Yun Yue approaching.

"Sister Yue, don’t tell me you’ve been studying this late?" Wei Xuan looked at her irreverently, his limited-edition sneakers especially conspicuous.