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  Ye Chenyi and I were gently swaying on the swing in this secret sunflower sea, at that moment, it seemed as if there were only two of us in the world.

  I think I've come to understand what happiness means.

  The next day.

  Alas, I took a day off and was still summoned by the teacher to drink tea in the office. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door that emitted the fragrance of sandalwood.

  "Please come in." A calm and tranquil voice sounded, I pushed the door open and went in. In fact, my teacher was indeed a person who didn't stir up any waves, with chestnut-colored shoulder-length hair, high nose bridge and black-framed glasses, with eyes that were narrow and wise behind the lenses.

  Have to say, I'm a lucky person. Look, my class teacher is an extremely handsome guy, but his cold and cruel personality really isn't something that people can handle...

  I secretly let out a sigh, then forced a sweet and obedient smile on my face, saying: "Teacher, you're looking for me?" Hopefully nothing's wrong, if it's because of the reason I skipped class, I really don't know how to explain.

  "Cheng classmate seems to be absent from school quite often lately." The class advisor pushed his glasses and said.

  "If I'm not mistaken, it should only be twice, right? Teacher?" I still smiled obediently, heaven knows my patience is undergoing a huge test.

  "Yes, although it's only twice, but with a record like this, you can be given a major demerit or even expelled." Someone pushed their glasses up again.

  Alas, look at this teacher's biggest problem is being self-serving. This can't help but make me think that the school I'm in now is an aristocratic school... So, it's said that the most troublesome people in the world are the aristocrats.

  I scratched my head and frowned, saying: "Teacher, do you want me to drop out of school?" That would be a hassle, what can I do? It's not easy for me to get into this school.

  "It doesn't matter, just be more careful next time." The class advisor turned back to focus on the lesson plan, ignoring me. I reckon it was probably Yechen Yi who asked for my leave of absence. The Ye family is really not small at all. Last time I went to their house, I felt that it was unusually big...

  Alas, this is the class gap in the material world.

  Then, after the class teacher handed me a stack of books to move, I was smoothly let out of the office, and that's how I ended up struggling to carry the books in the corridor. Alas, this teacher is indeed not kind-hearted, just look, it's only a dozen or so books, yet they even used an iron sheet as a bookmark?!

  I trudged along the corridor with all my might, feeling my arms aching to the extreme - I hated manual labor the most!

  Unfortunately, I completely ignored the environment I was in, a three-dimensional space called "passage", which is a perfect training venue with dense population, noise and obstacles. As a result, after advancing at a turtle speed for 5 minutes and 30 seconds, I was about to fall down formally. Seeing the book in my hand about to slip out, I wanted to cry but had no tears. What a hassle it would be to pick them up? They were all tattered books with fallen pages, and I had to hold them.

  Oh God, if only you would send an angel to save me at this moment, whether it's a prince on horseback or a toad, I wouldn't be picky...

  "Xiao Fei!" A familiar voice accompanied by a gentle yet powerful force appeared. My waist was caught from behind, and the book in my hand was gently fixed in place. I smelled the elegant fragrance and habitually opened my mouth: "Chen Yi."

  "Xiao Fei, be more careful next time." Ye Chenyi said seriously with a furrowed brow. But why wasn't he letting go yet? I was already balanced.

  "Hey, Ye Chenyi, why do you always like to hug me and not let go?" I asked somewhat impatiently. Being hugged by someone really makes me uncomfortable, I still prefer hugging people myself.

  "It feels so safe when you hold me, Xiao Fei."

  Ye Chenyi, with only the appearance of a prince, with only the spirit of a knight, but with a heart that is both demonic and wooden.

  What kind of angel would say something so hurtful? I felt very secure in his arms, didn't he? I know I've gained some weight, but was it necessary to say that? I glared at him fiercely and forcibly pried open his hands, risking losing my balance again.