My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!-Chapter 15 - Criticized in a Circular Notice

As soon as the call connected, Fu Yan's irritable voice came through.

"Fu Ying, where the hell have you run off to? I've been running around outside, dead tired, and here you are, going crazy somewhere?"

Fu Ying pulled the phone far away until Fu Yan finished cursing, then put it back to her ear: "Um, little brother, I'm already home."

"Wait til I get home and deal with you."

"..."

Fu Yan hung up after saying that.

Fu Ying felt vaguely uneasy. Seizing the time before Fu Yan got back, she rushed to the kitchen, grabbed a couple of biscuits, and returned to her room.

Fu Ying bit into a biscuit and took out her homework to write.

She quickly wrote the character for "solution" under the problem, then stared at it, unable to write a second character.

She gnawed on the end of her pen, feeling a bit troubled.

What is this stuff? It's so hard!

She wanted to study well, but when she traveled here, her IQ just wasn't enough.

Fu Ying took out her phone and opened QQ, found Li Hanyi's chat: Have you done the math homework?

Li Hanyi: Done it.

Fu Ying: Let me copy it.

Li Hanyi: Boss, I'm second to last.

Fu Ying: ...It's fine, I'm last.

Soon, the math homework that Li Hanyi carelessly wrote just to get through tomorrow's submission was sent over.

Fu Ying didn't care whether it was right or wrong; she just copied it onto her notebook.

Fu Ying thought, this is probably what it's like to be a poor student, just make sure the homework is done, never caring about right or wrong.

Not long after, Li Hanyi sent another message: Boss, did you do the English homework?

Fu Ying: I'll send it to you.

In this way, she and Li Hanyi helped each other out and finished their homework.

Fu Ying lay on the desk, recalling Tan Ruonian's words.

Won't be able to get into college.

That phrase made her particularly troubled.

Life here is completely different from where she originally came from. It took her great effort to adapt to this place, yet she's still troubled by study.

It's already the first year of high school, where's the time to start learning from scratch?

Fu Ying took a shower and lay on her bed staring at the ceiling.

The crystal chandelier above was especially beautiful, like stars.

Fu Ying blinked her eyes, and as she watched, she started thinking about Shen Liguang, and as she thought, she fell asleep.

...

After the morning exercises, a voice suddenly sounded from the loudspeaker.

"Now announcing a notice of criticism, Fu Ying of 11th grade Class 5 had a fight with Ni Dongming of Class 6 after school, bringing outsiders onto campus. Such bad behavior! Please take this as a warning."

The tone of the discipline master was indignant, full of righteousness, and Fu Ying obviously became a downright bad kid.

The entire class looked towards her, Fu Ying's face flushed slightly, at a loss.

Resigned, she just lowered her head, her fingers tightly gripping the pen, feeling her whole body burning up.

Class teacher Tan Ruonian looked at her and thought she was beyond saving.

No matter how much he worried and nagged, he couldn't save this child who was about to stray.

In the end, Tan Ruonian sighed helplessly and shook his head: "It's been a week since school started, and this is the second time calling your parents. I won't ask you to bring a parent this time; write a reflection report."

Fu Ying nodded: "Oh."

"Alright, what are you looking at? Lesson's starting," Tan Ruonian scolded, causing a bunch of classmates who were looking forward to the drama to turn their heads back.

In the following class, Fu Ying hung her head, listening with a distracted heart.

Tan Ruonian spoke for over forty minutes, his voice grew hoarse, and when the bell rang, he took a sip of tea: "Okay, that's all for today, tomorrow is a day off, review Lesson 3 at home yourselves, we will begin it on Monday. There isn't much homework, just a test paper, class monitor, distribute the papers."

During the previous class, the English, Chinese, and Physics teachers also said the same, not much homework, just a test paper.

Added up, that was a lot.

The classmates began to look listless, lacking energy.

Tan Ruonian glanced at the students and took another sip of tea: "It's been a week since school started, from next week we're only having a day off for the weekend, boarding students shall start night study sessions, and I suggest day students with poor study habits should also stay for night study."

Fu Ying: "..." You could have just reported my name...

"Alright, class is over."

Once Tan Ruonian left, the students in class began to lament: "This is killing me, evening self-study is about to start."

"What's even worse is that we only get one day off."

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"Such a grind."

Fu Ying also felt it was killing her, considering the differences between ancient and modern times, staying for evening self-study wouldn't make up for much.

"That."

Wen Tian, while distributing test papers, walked up to Fu Ying's desk, placed down the test paper, and then took out a white pearl from the pocket of his school uniform.

"Is this yours?"

Suddenly addressed, Fu Ying looked up and stared at Wen Tian, somewhat dazed.

Wen Tian, feeling a bit awkward being stared at, raised the object in his hand: "Is this yours?"

Only then did Fu Ying notice the small pearl in Wen Tian's palm.

"It seems to be from my hairpin."

Wen Tian explained: "I think so, the other day Ni Dongming stepped on and broke your hairpin, later when I was on duty, I found this pearl and kept it for you."

"Thank you." Fu Ying took the pearl, looking at Wen Tian with particular gratitude.

She felt, he's a good person.

Wen Tian, scratching his head and smiling: "No, it's nothing, I... I'm going to continue handing out test papers."

"Mhm."

Fu Ying held the little pearl in her hand, pitying that the broken hairpin had been thrown away by her brother...

In the evening after school, Li Hanyi and Du Yong were especially excited because they didn't have to attend classes on Saturday and could go wild for two days.

Li Hanyi, swinging his schoolbag, ran madly towards the school gates, cursing as he ran: "Du Yong, you motherfucker, wait for me."

Du Yong: "Tonight, internet cafe?"

Li Hanyi: "Of course."

"Then let's go."

The two exchanged brief dialogue—probably because they often visited the internet cafe together; their communication had become well-synced.

Fu Ying walked out slowly, her mind preoccupied with how to write the reflection.

It was all her brother's fault; he must have come to torment her.

"Fu Ying, here's a replacement hairpin for you."

As Fu Ying was brooding, Ni Dongming suddenly blocked her path.

She looked up at Ni Dongming, who handed her a hairpin, her eyes full of angry tears.

"It's the one you didn't want. Don't say I didn't compensate you," Ni Dongming said with a teasing laugh.

Fu Ying, infuriated, grabbed the hairpin and threw it to the ground, then walked out of the school.

Upon reaching the bus stop, she saw the man basking in the sunlight, shining brightly.

In an instant, Fu Ying's anger dissipated, she lowered her head, and looked away, afraid of being caught watching him again.

In reality, staring at someone familiar was quite normal.

But she felt guilty.

He was different from others.

"Hey? Where are you going?"

Fu Yan, as a college student, had a more relaxed schedule with not many classes in the afternoon. After spending a few hours in the internet cafe and seeing that Fu Ying's school was almost out, he had come to pick her up.

Who would have thought, with him being so tall and handsome, standing right in front of her, she acted as if she were blind and just kept walking forward.

"Brother."

"Your 'little' grandpa."

Fu Yan glanced at her and walked towards his luxury car, smoothly pulling out the car keys.

"Tomorrow's a day off from school, your big brother will take you out for a drive."

A drive?

It didn't seem like a good thing.

Thinking of the reflection paper her brother had gotten her involved in due to a fight, Fu Ying shook her head again and again: "Brother, I want to go home, I want... dad..."

While refusing him, she found herself a lame excuse...