Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 800: An Ordinary Day

Translator: Yunyi 

Tang Xinrou cried herself to sleep in the toilet.

But this time, even An Feiran felt that Xu Yue had done the right thing.

In order to prevent herself from being lectured by the group again, Tang Xinrou quietened down for one class.

During the break, she suddenly heard someone discussing:

“Hey, have you guys gone to take a look? There are so many people visiting our school, and they’re even carrying cameras.”

“Cameras? Is there a director coming to our school to film again? Aiya, if this continues, our school will become popular! Will it become a tourist attraction?”

“No! This time, they’re here to film Song Jingwan! Tsk, it’s really different after she became a celebrity. I even saw a lot of people asking for her autograph!”

Tang Xinrou had just raised her head curiously when she was hit on the head.

It didn’t hurt, but it made her shrink back.

She turned her head away, feeling wronged.

The young girl sat by the window, elegant and calm, as if nothing had happened.

“Read your book properly.”

“But, Yaoyao, aren’t you curious?”

“You still have time to be curious? Do an extra math paper!”

Tang Xinrou: “Hey!”

“An Feiran, come over and watch her.”

Song Yaoyao directly interrupted Tang Xinrou’s words indifferently.

Tang Xinrou bit the tip of her pen and looked at the clean youth walking towards her. Her face was burning with pain and joy.

Hearing them gossip so happily, she also wanted to join in!

But soon…

Her pain was finally shared by someone.

And it was an entire class.

Outside the window, the film crew curiously stopped outside Class 3-3.

“Is this your class?”

Everyone in the classroom was doing their own things, completing papers, and reading books. Amidst the silence, there was only the scribbling sound of pens against paper.

There was no teacher sitting in the classroom; they were self-studying.

The sunlight passed through the transparent glass, like broken gold, sprinkling into the classroom.

The scene was so beautiful that it made people breathless and nostalgic.

Looking at them, the host felt as though he had suddenly traveled back to his high school days and was revising with the class.

Song Jingwan retracted her gaze and smiled gracefully. “No, although I wish that was the case, it isn’t.”

She spread her hands. After all her training, her camera sense was now very strong. She knew which angle she looked best from, so she lowered her head and smiled lightly, gently tucking her hair behind her ear.

Her voice was pleasant and gentle. “Hasn’t everyone always been curious about what the legendary Liyang Class 3-3 looks like? Well, this is it. All of them work very hard, and the learning atmosphere is very good!”

The host was amused by her. “Then which class do you belong to?”

Song Jingwan narrowed her eyes. “Class 3-1, follow me.”

Her steps were a little slow but she looked very normal.

She did not have any makeup on and was wearing a brown suit paired with a pleated skirt that reached her knees and a pair of black leather shoes.

The sunlight danced above her head and her ponytail swayed gently. Without any filters, she was already beautiful enough.

This was probably the benefit of being young.

The host was considerate of her pride. “Wow!” he exclaimed. “Isn’t that Liyang’s top class? That’s amazing, Jingwan!”

“It’s just so-so. I did poorly at the end of last year. And now, I took a few months off. These days, in order to make up for the lessons, my hairline is going bald.”

She was not afraid of making a fool of herself as she lifted her bangs, her face almost in front of the camera.

But the more she acted like this, the more people would see her flawless little face.

“Haha, no way, you’re still so pretty! What are us actual bald people going to do if you say that?”