allonlinenovel Chapter 290 Clown, have you had breakfast yet?
Chapter 290 Clown, have you had breakfast yet?
She pointed to the corner of her eye to indicate, "There's a pretty big piece of eye booger here."
puff--!
Several classmates who were peeking around burst out laughing instantly!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Eye boogers? Pfft, hahaha!"
"Xu Bin, what are you doing?!"
Xu Bin was struck dumb, his "solemn" expression cracked instantly, and he staggered, almost falling to the ground! Embarrassment, shame, and frustration overwhelmed him instantly, and he felt like his face was on fire!
He covered his eye, slunk back to his seat, and inwardly roared: Damn it! Why? This isn't how the script was written! Old Ye, are you cheating? This isn't scientific!
The room was filled with barely suppressed laughter, and Xu Bin wished he could bury his head in the desk drawer.
Ye Fan, on the other hand, sat comfortably in his seat as if nothing had happened, and even leisurely opened his textbook.
Su Luming finally recovered from her shock. Looking at the calm Ye Fan, she pouted in dissatisfaction and muttered, "Class monitor, you're abusing your power! All you do is bully us female classmates!"
His tone carried a hint of indignation.
Ye Fan turned his head to the side, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Oh? Who said that? I didn't."
He suddenly turned to Li Qi, who was still blushing and standing awkwardly to the side, and softened his voice, with a hint of coaxing: "Li Qi, did I bully you just now?"
Li Qi's heart, which had just calmed down a little, raced again after Ye Fan's look and question. She shook her head vigorously, her voice barely audible: "No...no! The class monitor didn't bully me!"
She didn't want to experience that "soul-searching" gaze again.
Ye Fan nodded in satisfaction, then turned back to Su Luming, spreading his hands with an innocent and "see?" expression: "Did you hear that? Li Qi didn't feel bullied at all; we're on good terms. Su Luming, you're trying to sow discord between us."
Su Luming was so angry that he choked. He glared at Li Qi, who was wavering in her stance, and cursed inwardly: spineless little traitor!
Li Qi received the look in her eyes and lowered her head even further.
Looking at Ye Fan's shameless "what can you do to me?" attitude, Su Luming knew he couldn't argue with him or fight him, so he could only angrily squeeze out two words: "tyranny!" Then he turned his head away angrily and ignored him.
Ye Fan successfully "suppressed" Su Luming's resistance before turning his attention to the ancestral spirit beside him.
She had her head down, her body slightly stiff, but her cheeks were rosy, as if they had been flushed by the morning sun.
He chuckled, then deliberately leaned close to her ear in that cheeky yet familiar tone and whispered, "Hey, you clown, have you had breakfast yet?"
Unexpectedly, the ancestral spirit did not shrink back nervously as usual this time.
Instead, she suddenly raised her head, glared at Ye Fan with her clear yet slightly stubborn eyes, pouted, and retorted in a low voice with a strong Hunan accent: "Don't call me a clown anymore, I...I'm not..."
Although the voice wasn't loud, it carried a courage he hadn't shown before.
However, before she could finish speaking, something appeared in front of her—Ye Fan magically pulled two steaming, plump, white meat buns from his bag and shoved them into her hands without saying a word!
Xian Zuling instinctively gripped the warm bun, then looked up at Ye Fan in surprise.
The morning light shone through the window, perfectly outlining Ye Fan's handsome profile.
He was looking at her and smiling, a clean and bright smile with the sunny disposition unique to young people, his eyes filled with undisguised mischief and a hint of barely perceptible tenderness.
This smile, in stark contrast to the three words "clown bastard" that he uttered, strangely didn't feel out of place.
Xian Zuling's heart felt as if it had been suddenly struck by something, skipping a beat before starting to pound uncontrollably.
She held the warm bun in her hands, the warmth spreading from her fingertips to her heart.
She knew that Ye Fan could be a bit cheeky at times, making people want to punch him, but most of the time, his actions were warm. He seemed unconcerned about what others thought, doing and saying things openly and honestly, whether they were nice or not. She knew very well that he was good to her and was definitely a good person.
Ever since she started deliberately making herself look ugly, no boy has wanted to get close to her.
Even when glances are cast, they are mostly met with curiosity, disdain, or outright indifference.
She was used to being marginalized, used to being alone, and used to using a thick shell to protect her heart, which actually longed to be noticed and cared for.
After her father passed away, that longing for support became even more hidden and intense.
At first, Ye Fan's approach terrified her.
She feared this was just a new, more sophisticated prank, that the courage she had finally mustered to lower her guard would only result in deeper ridicule and abandonment.
The fear of receiving a sliver of warmth only to lose it instantly was the most unbearable pain in her life.
But gradually... she discovered that it wasn't like that.
There was no malice in Ye Fan's eyes; his teasing was more like an awkward way of getting close to him.
He would quietly help her out of awkward situations, offer her food when she needed it, and provide her with a safe place to eat.
This continuous, albeit condescending, kindness, like a gentle stream, silently melted the ice in her heart.
Holding the hot steamed buns, feeling Ye Fan's presence so close and his sunny smile, a sweet and unprecedented sense of unease spread through her heart.
She vaguely sensed that she might... like him being so close? This realization made her even more flustered, and her breathing became rapid.
"Alright, hurry up and eat! Class is about to start." Ye Fan's voice interrupted her reverie, his tone returning to its usual casualness.
Holding the steamed bun, she began to nibble at it discreetly, like a little squirrel secretly storing food, as if afraid of being discovered.
Ye Fan's smile deepened as he watched her sneakily eat.
He glanced sideways at the girl beside him:
From the side, her delicate nose and refined jawline subtly reveal a graceful and ethereal quality, reminiscent of a beautiful white fox.
My once dry and frizzy hair has become much smoother thanks to the regular lifestyle and improved nutrition at the bamboo grove courtyard, and it shines with a healthy luster in the morning light.
Her cheeks were no longer sallow, but had a healthy blush that a young girl should have, like the petals of a newly blossoming peach. Her natural beauty was slowly beginning to show.
Although the oversized sportswear still concealed her figure, Ye Fan keenly noticed that when she straightened her back, the fabric outlined her smooth and beautiful shoulder and neck lines, as well as... the full and vibrant undulating contours that could be vaguely discerned beneath the sportswear.