Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 49 It Started

Chapter 49: Chapter 49 It Started

She had an intuition at the bottom of her heart, an intuition that she couldn’t accept.

The boys were somewhat afraid to speak, it was the first time they had heard Shen Xuan’s voice so cold and clear.

Always placing first, suddenly getting a second, anyone would find it unacceptable.

"What did I ask you? Speak up!" the short-haired girl shouted loudly at them, why were they hesitating?

"It’s, it’s Class Seven."

The short-haired girl was stunned for a while, then scoffed, "Class Seven, how is that possible? I wouldn’t believe it’s Class Seven no matter who said it. Are you lying? Or did the school make a mistake?"

When she mentioned a mistake, they hung their heads even lower, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, having never been so embarrassed in their lives.

"It’s, it’s true. If you don’t believe it, just look at the blackboard newspaper in their class."

After saying this, they immediately ran back to their seats, not daring to look at the expressions of the two girls.

Shen Xuan’s hands clenched slightly, her eyes lowered, shadowed by gloom.

It really was Class Seven, but who drew it?

It couldn’t have been Yang Xing. If he had such skill, he wouldn’t lose to her every term, and it couldn’t have been the other students in Class Seven either.

Could it have been Yun Yue?

She had just transferred this term, and that seemed to be the only explanation that fit.

But she came from a poor village, even if she had joined the Lin Family’s Aunt’s drawing class, there was no way she could have surpassed her in such a short time!

Yet, if it wasn’t her, she couldn’t think of anyone else.

She pursed her lips, her bangs shielding her face, which bore a hint of chill.

Lin Xuanze, sitting next to her in the aisle, gave her a deep look, his handsome face tinged with contemplation.

Class Seven got the first prize?

Could there really be anyone in Lan City better at drawing than Shen Xuan?

He didn’t believe it, so he stood up and specifically went to the window of Class Seven, spotting Yun Yue sitting arrogantly. It seemed she noticed him too, her gaze seven parts cold, three parts wild.

He turned his head, his eyes landing on the blackboard newspaper, a flicker of astonishment in his eyes, as the blackboard newspaper could truly be called a piece of art.

Such drawing skills and artistic conception were leagues ahead of Shen Xuan, she wouldn’t lose face losing to the person who drew this blackboard newspaper.

But he was curious about who exactly had drawn this blackboard newspaper in Class Seven.

His gaze fell on the languid and unrestrained Yun Yue, who appeared wildly arrogant and seemed to casually embody that aura, even her hair bore a carefree disdainfulness.

If there were such a person in Class Seven, he felt it was most likely her.

At noon, in the snack shop of First Middle School.

Yang Xing saw Gu Yue buying another pack of sweets and couldn’t help but remind him, "Young Master Gu, you should eat less sugar, you’ve already visited the dentist."

"To relieve stress." Gu Yue lowered his eyes, his sharp profile glowing with aloofness. If he didn’t eat sweets, he couldn’t even solve the problems.

Yang Xing had no way to persuade him, Yun Yue also ate candies every day, yet how come he never saw her suffering from any teeth issues?

Pure white, envy-inducing teeth.

"Boss, when will you have time to take us gaming?" Wang Ning looked at her with hopeful eyes, while Yun Yue frowned at the group.

These people were too addicted to gaming.

"Wang Ning, come quick, the people from First Middle are daring to challenge our Class Seven!"

Yang Xing’s voice drifted from afar, Wang Ning’s face, which had been sycophantic, immediately filled with rage, his tall frame storming out of the classroom, followed by the students of Class Seven.

Yun Yue squinted her eyes. A fight?

Zhang Ziyue ran to the door and back, grabbing her and running out, "Yun Yue, hurry up, we can’t lose our momentum in Class Seven."

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"You just won a first prize in the blackboard newspaper competition, what’s so great about that, Class 7? The first prize for the blackboard newspaper competition for the past four terms all went to our Class 1." The short-haired girl looked arrogantly at Yang Xing and the people behind him.

Wearing a look of disdain and scorn.

"You’re just jealous, our Class 7’s blackboard newspaper is streets ahead of yours. It’s only because you have Shen Xuan in Class 1, and even if she practiced for a few more years, she couldn’t produce artwork like ours." Yang Xing was also seething with anger.

Don’t think that just because this girl is Shen Xuan’s follower he would show her face, even if Young Master Gu stopped him it’d be useless today.

Wang Ning stood behind Yang Xing with Class 7, looking fierce one by one, while Yun Yue stood at the back, looking indifferent.

Wang Ning was tall and robust, his imposing presence towering in front of the short-haired girl, "What are you being arrogant about? Shen Xuan hasn’t even spoken, no, she definitely has no face to stand out. Losing to Class 7 isn’t shameful."

"Yeah! Losing to Class 7 isn’t shameful!"

The short-haired girl’s face turned red, her fingertips trembling, unable to utter a word.

Class 7 came as a whole class, while Class 1 had only a dozen people.

They were already losing in terms of momentum.

Shen Xuan sat in the classroom, her lips pursed, eyes narrowed, tightly gripping the pen in her hand.

She disdained to participate in such drama, but that didn’t mean she didn’t care.

The classroom was on the second floor, and she could hear everything from below.

Shen Xuan had always been held in high regard, the center of attention; when had she ever suffered such humiliation.

The more she didn’t want to listen, the more those words pierced her ears.

"What are you being arrogant about? If you really have the ability, let your class outscore ours in this month’s exam!" The short-haired girl scoffed, laughing at the idea of comparing grades, which was impossible as Class 7 had the lowest average scores in all subjects.

Even if Young Master Gu was the top scorer of the whole grade, he couldn’t uplift Class 7, the troublemakers!

Zhang Ziyue frowned, "Isn’t she going too far, comparing grades?"

Class 1 truly had excellent scores, and they had no ground to disagree. Even their last-place student had 643 points, while their class’s last place had only 200.

And now they had added Yun Yue, the uncrowned king of zero points; how could they compare with such scores?

With what could they compare?

Even with all the taunting, they could never agree to it.

"Do you really think our Class 7 isn’t capable?!" Yang Xing retorted fiercely, their greatest pride in Class 1 was their grades!

If they could trample on their pride in grades and see what else they could be arrogant about.

"Don’t be reckless, our class can’t win in terms of grades." Wang Ning tried to hold him back, fearing he would impulsively agree.

Yang Xing: "..."

When it came to fighting, gaming, or sports, they were proficient, but when it came to grades, they definitely weren’t, averaging around 400 points. With what could they compare?

Seeing Wang Ning’s action, the short-haired girl sneered, looking down with her chin raised, "What’s wrong, you dare not?"

"They definitely dare not, with their class’s average scores, how could they dare compare with our class."

"Fuck it, let’s do it, who’s afraid?!" Wang Ning glared back at her.

If she weren’t a girl, he really wanted to slap her, her face really needed it.

Yang Xing stared at him, dumbfounded.

What happened to not being reckless?!

Class 7’s students looked at him in shock, brother, do you know you’re playing with fire?

How the hell could they win?

In two weeks’ time, even if they didn’t eat, drink, or sleep, they couldn’t beat them!

Zhang Ziyue’s face fell, despondent, "Why is Wang Ning even more impulsive than Yang Xing? If they don’t win, Class 7 will lose all their dignity."

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