Chapter 3
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Sure enough, he stepped on a pen and instinctively lifted his foot.
Seizing the moment when Long Aotian raised his foot, Hu Yuying quickly picked up the pen.
Then she hurried back to her seat.
Watching Hu Yuying's actions, Long Aotian frowned slightly. After waking up from a nap, why did it seem like Hu Yuying was even more afraid of him?
After pondering for a moment, Long Aotian rummaged through his pencil case and took out a pen he hadn’t used much. He then raised his hand and placed it on Hu Yuying's desk.
Back at her seat, Hu Yuying let out a quiet sigh of relief.
But the next second, she caught a glimpse of Long Aotian reaching out to her.
Her mind was filled with thoughts: *Don’t provoke him; he’s even more formidable than Wang Shuo. He really might hit you.*
Nervously clenching her small hands, she instinctively closed her eyes and shrank her neck.
The anticipated pain didn’t come. When she cautiously opened her eyes a crack, she saw a brand-new pen sitting on her desk.
She instinctively looked at Long Aotian.
He was leaning on his hand, staring out the window in a daze, his mouth wide open as he yawned.
Maybe her gaze was too obvious, and Long Aotian felt it.
He turned his head and met her eyes.
“What’s wrong? Don’t like that pen? Then pick one you like.”
As he spoke, Long Aotian opened his pencil case.
Seeing his actions, a brief look of confusion flashed in Hu Yuying's eyes, and she quickly waved her hands. “No, no, it’s not that. The pen isn’t broken; it’s still usable. You don’t have to replace it.”
Saying this, she handed the pen Long Aotian had placed on her desk back to him.
Long Aotian didn’t insist.
The class bell rang.
Hu Yuying gathered her emotions and focused on the lesson.
At this stage, nothing was more important to her than studying.
Meanwhile, Long Aotian lazily rested his head on the desk, his eyes wandering aimlessly toward the podium, looking as if he were drifting off to sleep.
It was no wonder; he had stayed up all night reading a novel, and just as he fell asleep, he found himself transported to this world.
After a sleepless night, it was only natural that he felt a bit sluggish.
And since this was math class, it felt like a lullaby...
By the end of the class, Hu Yuying had recorded all the problem-solving strategies the teacher had discussed.
Every school has its own teaching methods.
The way her math teacher at Er Gao explained problems was completely different from the current teacher’s approach.
Math is all about the same principles applied in different ways; for Hu Yuying, having another method to solve problems was nothing but beneficial.
Glancing at the pen in her hand, she inadvertently looked over at Long Aotian in the aisle: *He can really sleep!*
“Hu Yuying, why didn’t you respond when I was talking to you earlier?” Wang Shuo approached Hu Yuying’s desk, looking at the sweet, soft-spoken girl.
Hu Yuying didn’t say anything; she just prepared the books needed for the next class.
Seeing Hu Yuying organizing her things and unwilling to talk to him, Wang Shuo felt a surge of rebelliousness. The more she ignored him, the more he wanted her to engage.
Especially after witnessing Hu Yuying happily chatting with other classmates.
It made him feel like she was treating him differently.
Feeling betrayed, Wang Shuo pretended to accidentally knock her pencil case off the desk.
Then he stepped on it. “Oh, sorry about that!”
With a smug smile, he returned to his seat.
Others present didn’t know what to say.
In their senior year, everyone was in a sprint toward graduation, and Wang Shuo, the slacker, had no intention of going to college.
Anyone who dared to stand up to him would surely earn his resentment.
It might even affect their own studies.
Even though it was obvious to anyone with eyes that Wang Shuo was deliberately bullying the new student, no one wanted to offend a troublemaker during this critical time.
Hu Yuying looked at the shoe print on her pencil case, her head bowed in silence as she picked it up.
Opening the pencil case, she found all the pen casings had been crushed.
Staring at the broken casings, Hu Yuying carefully sorted out the fragments.
On her first day at a new school, encountering such a situation would leave anyone feeling disheartened.
As she removed the shattered casings, tears of grievance began to well up in her eyes...
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**Chapter 4: When the Avalanche Comes, No Snowflake is Innocent**
In his dreams, Long Aotian heard a muffled sobbing.
Groggily opening his eyes, he saw Hu Yuying trying to piece together the broken pen casings, tears streaming down her face as she hoped to continue using them.
Seeing this, Long Aotian took a few pens from his pencil case and placed them in front of Hu Yuying. “Don’t cry. You can use my pens.”
“Thank you.”
Looking at the pens on the desk, Hu Yuying took a deep breath, trying her best to hide any trace of her earlier tears. But her reddened eyes and trembling shoulders betrayed her.
After hesitating for a moment, Long Aotian chose to ask, “What’s wrong?”
Hu Yuying bit her lip and gently shook her head. “Nothing, I’m fine.”
Crying and saying she was fine—did she think she looked foolish?
She glanced around the classroom, finally landing her gaze on Wang Shuo, who was smirking at her.
In that instant, she understood.
In the original storyline, it was Long Aotian who led the bullying against Hu Yuying.
But since she had crossed over and didn’t follow the original plot, it had become someone else bullying her.
“Sorry, did I disturb you?” After gathering her emotions, Hu Yuying spoke softly.
“No, I just woke up.”
“Do you need this? I saw you sleeping through the last two classes. If you need it, I can show you.” Hu Yuying had used Long Aotian’s pen but didn’t want to owe him anything.
So she carefully handed him her neatly organized notes.
Looking at the notebook Hu Yuying offered, Long Aotian thought for a moment and accepted it.
With his current knowledge, aiming for college felt like a pipe dream.
Having suffered from a lack of education once, he didn’t want to experience it again!
In the original story, Hu Yuying was a top student. Despite being bullied, she consistently ranked at the top in every test.
Her notes would be a great help to him right now.
After taking the notebook, Long Aotian paused for a moment and then said, “Actually, if you’re being bullied, you can tell the teacher.”
“It won’t help.” Hu Yuying lowered her gaze and spoke softly.
Her words left Long Aotian momentarily stunned.
When reading the novel, he had only skimmed over Hu Yuying’s past experiences.
He didn’t know what she had gone through before transferring schools.
But according to the original plot, Hu Yuying had been bullied by him and hadn’t dared to tell the teacher, likely due to her previous experiences.
Long Aotian fell silent for a moment.
While reading the novel, he had treated it merely as a form of entertainment.
But now that he was in this so-called novel world, it felt entirely different.
The people here were real, with flesh and blood.
They felt pain when hurt, cried when sad, laughed when happy, and regretted when they made mistakes...
They were all striving for their own lives.
If he hadn’t crossed over with memories, this world would feel like a genuine reality.
The plot points the author glossed over were experiences Hu Yuying had truly lived through.
The process was likely filled with pain and bitterness, which had shaped Hu Yuying’s current submissive character.
He sighed inwardly.
Flipping open the notebook, he saw the knowledge points accompanied by Hu Yuying’s own explanations.
It was as if Hu Yuying had prepared a meal and now served it to Long Aotian; all he had to do was open his mouth and enjoy the feast.
As the break ended, Long Aotian returned to the classroom and saw Wang Shuo standing in front of Hu Yuying’s desk, smugly pushing her pencil case and books to the floor with his finger.
Long Aotian frowned as he returned to his seat. Bullying often escalates from small to large; right now, Wang Shuo was only targeting Hu Yuying’s books, but if she continued to remain passive, it would eventually turn to her directly.
Watching Wang Shuo crush the pen he had given to Hu Yuying again, Long Aotian’s mind flashed with the image of Hu Yuying’s reddened eyes, forcing a smile as she tried to pretend everything was fine.
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