The five girls in the dormitory who had woken up early were stunned when they saw Yan Qing dressed like this. They covered their mouths, their faces showing shock.
To be honest, she looked beautiful, but also very deceptive.
This person could easily take them down without batting an eye, leaving them on the ground, unable to get up.
“What’s wrong?” Yan Qing raised an eyebrow and asked when she noticed they were all staring at her.
It was just a simple question, but the girls quickly shook their heads. Dong Meng awkwardly spoke up, “Isn’t it almost time? Shouldn’t we head to class?”
“Mm.” Yan Qing nodded and grabbed her bag to leave.
Dong Meng and the others let out a silent sigh of relief when they saw Yan Qing was leaving with them, but their faces twisted slightly in resignation, and they trudged behind.
Dong Meng was pinched by someone and, turning around, saw Jing Jing glaring at her: “I told you to keep quiet!”
Dong Meng turned away in frustration, her footsteps growing heavier.
…
When Yan Qing entered the classroom, everything went quiet for a moment.
The room full of hormone-charged boys immediately fixed their gaze on the pale purple figure stepping through the door.
Rong Jun nudged Yuan Hua’s arm, reminding him, “Wake up! There’s a beauty!”
Yuan Hua was grumbling, not very pleased by the interruption, but Rong Jun quickly quieted down, muttering, “Your loss if you don’t look!”
It was true, she was stunning!
Though her figure was a bit too slim and flat, it didn’t take away from her beauty.
Yuan Hua, sensing the unusual atmosphere, rubbed his sleepy eyes and glanced over at the girl walking to the back corner of the room. A flash of bright white caught his attention and made him blink.
Upon closer inspection, Yuan Hua muttered, “Who is this? Why is she in our class?”
Rong Jun smirked, shaking his leg triumphantly: “Wasn’t it you who just said you weren’t going to look?”
Yuan Hua shot him a warning glare.
Rong Jun immediately deflated, lowering his voice: “I don’t know who she is, but why is she sitting with that ‘little trash’?”
“Little trash” was the nickname they gave to a girl in their class who always looked messy, never changed clothes, and rarely washed her hair.
Yuan Hua, still puzzled, looked over at the girl again.
Suddenly, a voice rang out in shock from that area: “What? You’re the little trash, Yan Qing?”
The students sitting around in the fourth group exchanged confused glances. “What’s going on? Is this for real?”
“Honestly, I can’t believe it!”
“Is that Yan Qing?” a bold boy asked as he moved closer, surprised.
They hadn’t realized how much damage a careless nickname could cause. They had all laughed it off, not thinking much of it, but now that they saw how beautiful Yan Qing had become, they all quickly changed their tune.
Yan Qing, who had been preparing to read her book, noticed so many people gathering around. She replied calmly and seriously, “Yes, I’m Yan Qing, the ‘little trash’ you all like to talk about. Is there anything else?”
Her clear, pleasant voice rang out in the now quiet classroom.
Her voice made sure everyone could hear, and for a moment, many of the students felt awkward.
The boy who had asked the question scratched his head awkwardly, stepped back, and laughed sheepishly: “Uh, sorry about that, we were just messing around. We didn’t mean anything by it. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Yeah, sorry,” another boy chimed in. “We were just playing around. Don’t take it too seriously. We all have nicknames too. Like, mine’s ‘Fatty.'”
Yan Qing straightened her face and glanced around at them, then smiled slightly. Her beautiful face made many students glance at her, some more boldly than others, eagerly waiting to hear what she would say next.
“It’s fine. I don’t mind. You were just joking with me,” Yan Qing said with a light laugh and a shake of her head.
“That’s good,” a lively boy appeared in front of her, grinning. He was an average-looking guy with a lot of acne on his face, a typical feature of many boys in puberty. He was known for being easygoing and popular among the boys in class.
He smiled at Yan Qing and said, “Hey, Yan Qing, how did you get so beautiful?”
Yan Qing’s smile grew, and she responded, “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. What was that, you ugly monster?”
Rong Jun clicked his tongue, saying, “Yuan Ye, you’re checking out the girl. Looks like she’s got some bite!”
Sure enough, Yuan Ye, who had shown little interest before, straightened up and looked at Yan Qing with growing interest.
The boy, who had been called an “ugly monster” by Yan Qing, immediately changed his expression, his face turning pale. He straightened his posture and asked, “What’s your problem? Why are you insulting me?”
Yan Qing shrugged innocently, “I didn’t insult you. I was just joking,” she said, then turned to the others, “I’ll be joking with you all like this from now on! Little shorty! You… will be the ‘short-legged monster,’ and you…”
“Bang!” The boy with acne angrily knocked over a desk beside him, growling, “You want to play this game with me?”
The boys in puberty were most afraid of losing face, especially in front of their peers.
Yan Qing’s words were like stepping on their faces, humiliating them in front of everyone!
How could they not be angry?
As the boy with acne kicked over the desk, the other boys gathered around, their faces dark with anger as they glared at her.
Although Yan Qing had become beautiful, it wasn’t to the point of awe-inspiring, especially given her history of being shy, always dressed in ragged clothes, and naturally, no one would flatter her blindly.
As the group of boys surrounded her, their threatening presence was indeed quite intimidating.
The girls around Yan Qing fell silent, all of them nervously watching the scene unfold.
Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152