"Chi Huaijin," Yuanying called out, hands on her hips, "why are you always sticking so close to Song Jue? Don't think he likes you just because you sit beside him!"
The other kids gasped.
Huaijin blinked, tilting her head innocently. "I didn't say he likes me."
"Then why are you sitting beside him?"
"Because the teacher told me to," Huaijin said flatly, as if explaining basic physics. "Do you want me to fight the teacher over a chair?"
Yuanying's lips trembled. "N-No—"
"Then stop being weird," Huaijin concluded, patting her head like one would a lost puppy before walking off with her lunchbox swinging.
Behind her, the other kids snorted. Yuanying's face puffed red like a tomato.
It wasn't that Huaijin wanted to pick fights, really. But she'd lived a whole life before this. She'd fought monster-like humans and survived betrayal; she wasn't about to lose to an eight-year-old kiddo with too many hair clips.
