Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 46: The Whole Class Burst into Laughter

Chapter 46: Chapter 46: The Whole Class Burst into Laughter

Yun Yue glanced at him lightly, her backpack slung over her shoulder, the flickering streetlights casting shadows on her face, her profile stunning enough to captivate the masses.

Wei Xuan’s eyes shimmered.

His lips curved upward, "Sister Yue is beautiful and wild, with her looks and aura, she’s the center of attention wherever she goes."

"Get in the car, Sister Yue."

Yun Yue lazily put on her helmet, her exposed eyes looking wild and arrogant.

Upon returning to the Lin Family house, Lin Xiang and Yun Zhonghai had returned from their business trip and were sitting on the couch watching TV.

Yun Zhonghai frowned upon seeing her tomboyish demeanor, "Don’t come back so late at night in the future."

Despite wearing high-end clothes, she managed to give off a ruffian vibe.

Yun Yue’s eyes drooped low, she stood rebelliously, saying nothing.

Lin Xiang glared at him, What’s the point in being so harsh when educating a child?

"Yueyue, come here, your aunt brought you a gift from her business trip." Lin Xiang’s voice was gentle as she called out and presented a delicate gift box. The transparent packaging contained a Demon Path hero figure.

"I didn’t know what you liked, but since you always play this hero in games, I bought you this figurine. Do you like it?" Lin Xiang looked at her.

She had intended to buy a doll, but considering how different Yueyue was from other girls, she decided on the figurine after much thought and searching.

"Thank you." Yun Yue lowered her gaze; the figurine was already out of production.

Joy brushed Lin Xiang’s eyes, "As long as you like it."

"Mom, I’m your biological child, and you’ve started to dismiss me more and more."

Lin Xuanze stood on the staircase, staring intensely at the figurine in Yun Yue’s hand.

Her gift was an out-of-production figurine, and his was just a doll?!

His mother’s favoritism was too much.

He even suspected that she had bought his doll on a whim by the roadside.

Lin Xiang twirled her fingers, sitting back on the couch gracefully and said nonchalantly, "How could that be? You are my flesh and blood. I didn’t slight you when you were born—you came with a nose and eyes, and you weren’t missing arms or legs. Aren’t you content?"

Lin Xuanze: "..."

Forcing a smile, he clenched his teeth, "Of course, Mom made me brilliantly, so I am content."

Lin Xiang was pleased with his tact, "I’ll give you double your allowance this month."

"Thank you, Mom." Lin Xuanze grinned. The gift didn’t matter; with the extra money, he could buy a batch of new game equipment.

**

The next day, class seven.

The bell for class had already rung, and they were all staring at the back of the room, eyes nearly popping out, unblinking.

"Has heaven opened its eyes, did a deity reveal itself?!"

"Does even the sky dislike us losing to class one, so it’s lending a hand?"

"Is this a blackboard report?!"

"It’s not; it’s a piece of art."

Yun Yue entered the classroom and saw the entire class in the same state, even Gu Yue was staring at the back; she remained the most unfazed among them.

She pulled out her chair, and the grating noise finally startled their nerves.

They suddenly started laughing foolishly, their laughter growing more manic, with some students even squeezing out a few tears of excitement.

She kept a cold expression and put on her headphones.

The first class was Xiao Ye’s, and seeing them still howling and screaming, his face turned stern.

"Quiet!" He slapped the desk twice, his expression slightly angry. What’s with these kids being so excited so early in the morning?!

"Old Xiao, you have to look at the blackboard report at the back!" Yang Xing couldn’t contain his inner excitement, one voice wishing it could burst through his throat and shout aloud.

Xiao Ye glanced over inadvertently, and the chalk in his hand fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces.

His pupils dilated, his mouth agape slightly.

The blackboard report in the back can no longer be called a blackboard report.

It should be said to be a work of art.

The confrontation between darkness and light!

Standing on the podium, one could clearly see the entire painting.

The painting was so exquisitely detailed that it astonished all who saw it; it was truly a masterpiece!

The Dark Angel and the Light Angel on the blackboard were lifelike.

Especially their wings, each feather seemed as real as actual feathers.

How strong must one’s painting skills be?!

To be able to produce such a work on a blackboard?!

"Who painted this?" Xiao Ye put away his emotions, pushed up his glasses, and his sharp eyes captured the expressions of all his classmates.

Did they have such a classmate in their class?!

Hidden and unknown!

He dared to assert that this painting skill absolutely left Shen Xuan several streets behind!

"I don’t know; we’re all curious! The blackboard report looked like this when we came in early in the morning," Yang Xing said, shaking his head. He was the first one in the classroom and sat foolishly smiling at the back for half an hour.

Xiao Ye’s gaze fell on Yun Yue, whose expression was indifferent as if she wasn’t surprised at all, her eyes dark and unfathomable.

If the person was in their class, he guessed it was Yun Yue.

But he had no evidence.

She was more inscrutable than the principal, and even more difficult to read.

Arrogant and proud, she was a real boss.

During class, the students in class seven hardly had the mind to listen, occasionally glancing back.

Even Xiao Ye couldn’t really blame them, considering the blackboard report was indeed beautiful; he himself couldn’t help but want to take a few more glances.

Class was over.

The students in class seven started discussing excitedly, guessing who might have painted the blackboard report.

"It must have been painted last night, the paint has already dried," Yang Xing said, sitting on his desk with his feet on a stool, grinning foolishly.

If they couldn’t beat class one this time, he would eat the dye himself!

Zhang Ziyue propped her cheeks with her hands and stared at Yun Yue, her delicate brows and eyes filled with joy, "Yun Yue, do you know who painted it?"

It was indeed strange; she had said maybe they would beat class one yesterday, and today this blackboard painting appeared.

A favored child of heaven, perhaps blessed with fortune.

She didn’t give it another thought, after all, she had seen her paintings, and using "ghost talisman" to describe them was generous; this blackboard painting was even better than Shen Xuan’s work, so it definitely wasn’t drawn by her.

Yun Yue leaned back in her chair with an air of nonchalance, the posture of a leader, her expression inscrutable, lifting her brows slightly, "I don’t know."

"It doesn’t matter if you don’t know, all that matters is that we’ve definitely won this time!"

Zhang Ziyue laughed foolishly.

The whole class laughed foolishly.

"To celebrate today, this young master is treating everyone; we’ll have a feast this afternoon!" Yang Xing stood on a stool, his tall figure commanding attention, and the students in the class cheered again.

Several classes were between class one and class seven, but even now, the screams of class seven could be heard.

The short-haired girl sitting next to Shen Xuan mocked, "I don’t know why class seven is so happy; they’re going to lose to class one again in this blackboard competition. I saw their blackboard report yesterday, and yours was leagues ahead of theirs."

"Perhaps they’ve encountered something joyful," Shen Xuan said, her lips curling upwards. She couldn’t find anyone in Lan City who painted better than her; they couldn’t win against her.

"Let them be happy for a while; when the ranks come out, they’re the ones who will be crying." The short-haired girl looked smug, exuding a sense of superiority.

Their class one was destined to be a cut above the people from class seven.

After graduating from the third year of high school, the gap would widen; everyone from their class one was going to Beijing, while class seven could only stay in Lan City or go to some other city for a second-tier college or even just a vocational school.

She looked at Shen Xuan and added, "The monthly test is coming up soon, and when the results are out, everyone in the school will know you’re rightfully the school beauty beyond any doubt, and Yun Yue is just a pretty face, nothing more—without talent, she’s merely a vase at best."

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