"Eh? The new student looks like he really likes our Yaoyao!" Tang Xinrou teased as she leaned on the desk. "Otherwise, why would he come over here as soon as class ended?"

"I..."

Tang Xinrou became serious. Her beautifully charming face smiled and she gave An Feiran a look, causing him to immediately blush. 

He opened his mouth and explained helplessly, "No...I, I don't like her..."

"Oh~ Then do you dislike her?"

Tang Xinrou held back a laugh as her shoulders shook.

"No, I..."

"Rourou, you're so mean," Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes.

An Feiran almost cried from the pressure. "I really like Song Yaoyao, but not 'that' kind of like. I just want to be friends with her!"

The more he tried to explain, the more flustered he became. Tang Xinrou couldn't help but fall into Song Yaoyao's arms in a fit of laughter. Immediately, her respectable image was gone.

"Oh my God, this idiot is so naive! Hahaha, so fun!"

She laughed freely in Song Yaoyao's arms. Her eyes were a little watery and her face was beautiful.

An Feiran blushed like a prawn.

"If you keep laughing, he's going to cry," Song Yaoyao warned.

Tang Xinrou raised her hands in surrender and sat up with tears in her eyes.

"By the way, is something the matter?" Song Yaoyao lifted her head curiously and looked at the shy boy in front of her.

An Feiran licked his lips and pulled out a cheque. "Thank you for your help yesterday. If not for you, I would have been beaten up really badly. My father told me to give this gift to you. Thank you for helping me understand one thing!"

"Huh? What?" Song Yaoyao was confused. 

She had no idea what she had done.

"Thank you for helping me understand that there is no benefit to having a soft personality! When being bullied, one should hit back ruthlessly!" he replied proudly as he raised his chest. 

His eyes were glowing

Everyone: "..."

So this kid wasn't a spy from the first class. He was a fanboy that was here to chase after his idol!

Song Yaoyao: I didn't do anything like that! I never taught you to hit anyone!

"Pfff—"

Just as Tang Xinrou finished wiping her tears, these words caused her to burst into laughter again.

"Hahaha, my God, I can't take it! Where did this gem come from? Yaoyao, you somehow got yourself another fanboy! Nurture him well. Perhaps, you won't have to move a muscle next time you fight!"

As she laughed, she stretched out her hand to accept An Feiran's cheque. She was simply curious at first, but when she saw the amount, she almost choked.

"Woah! Ack ack ack..."

Her tears overflowed and her cheeks turned red.

An Feiran looked at her innocently and asked in an anxious manner, "Classmate, are you okay?"

Tang Xinrou glared at him. What do you think?

Cough cough—

An Feiran felt aggrieved. "Classmate Song, this is from my father. It's only 10 million yuan. I hope you don't mind that the amount is too small," he explained.

Bang—

Behind them, there was the sound of a falling bench.

Song Yaoyao rubbed her hands and looked down smugly, as she tried to maintain a serious face. "You shouldn't have."

As she spoke, she took the cheque from Tang Xinrou's hands, carefully slipped it inside her textbook, and smoothed it down. 

She then curved her eyes and looked at An Feiran. "Help me thank Uncle. Let him know that his son will be under my protection from now on! As long as I'm around, no one will bully you again!"