Xiang Di’s parents couldn’t give their daughter a princess-like life or buy her luxury goods costing several thousand or tens of thousands, but they still did their best to raise her generously until she turned eighteen.

Growing up, Xiang Di had always lived within an economic environment suited to her, and the friends she made all had similar family backgrounds. Whenever she saw rich people, at most she’d sigh that they were really rich; beyond that, she had no other feelings. She herself never worried about food or clothes, was mentally fulfilled, her parents were willing to spend money on her, and her older brother would occasionally give her some pocket money. She was very satisfied with her current life.

So when she learned that Bai Jiangxin’s family had a Rolls-Royce, her first reaction wasn’t inferiority at being just a small commoner while Bai Jiangxin was a lofty rich young master, feeling that the gap between them had grown even larger.

It was… envy that his family actually had a luxury car that was very suitable for having sex in.

Because of their different upbringings, Bai Jiangxin didn’t find a Rolls-Royce worth being shocked about. Besides, that was his dad’s car, not his.

But when he saw Xiang Di’s eyes widen into perfect circles, he suddenly felt that his dad’s car did have its merits.

Bai Jiangxin pressed his lips together. So she wasn’t just a pervert, she was also greedy for money.

Liang Qianqian had just finished marveling that a young master was right beside her and hadn’t yet had time to pry further when the bell rang for class. The teacher entered the classroom right along with the bell, holding test papers.

The teacher said, “Everyone take out the test paper I assigned last week. This period we’ll go over the test.”

Bai Jiangxin was searching for a test paper in his desk when a cautious voice sounded beside him.

“That…”

Bai Jiangxin turned his head to look at her.

Xiang Di: “Is it true that your dad really has a Rolls-Royce?”

Bai Jiangxin: “What about it?”

“Oh, we’re about to have the parent-teacher conference, right?” Xiang Di grinned, looking quite embarrassed. “Will your dad come then? When he comes for the conference, will he drive that Rolls-Royce here? I’ve only seen Rolls-Royces on the street before, I’ve never touched one. I wonder what the car seats of a Rolls-Royce feel like to touch.”

Although, in this lifetime, she would never have the chance to experience the feeling of making love on the second bed of the novel’s main characters, she really wanted to feel it, to see if it was really that comfortable.

Bai Jiangxin was the only person she knew whose family owned a Rolls-Royce, so she had mustered up the courage to ask him.

Bai Jiangxin frowned, not because he found Xiang Di’s request unreasonable, but because he himself didn’t know who would be coming to the parent-teacher meeting for him at this point.

He didn’t even know who would come, let alone which car.

Yet, looking at her anxious but expectant eyes, Bai Jiangxin’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he said flatly, “I’ll ask him.”

She hadn’t expected him to actually agree. Xiang Di’s eyes instantly brightened: “Really? Thank you.”

Now she could touch the second bed of the novel’s main characters. Reading steamy novels in the future would be even more enjoyable and immersive.

Driven by the thought of steamy novels, Xiang Di happily took out her test paper and started listening to the lecture attentively.

Her joy was overflowing, so obvious that Bai Jiangxin didn’t need to read minds to see it.

He thought girls were usually only interested in things like clothes and jewelry, but he hadn’t expected her to be interested in luxury cars too.

Although this hobby was also quite vulgar, a girl liking cars was still better than being fond of sex.

Acceptable.

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After being unable to hear her inner thoughts, Xiang Di was indeed a very low-maintenance deskmate, quiet in class, taking notes seriously—certainly much quieter than Ye Minjia.

Bai Jiangxin couldn’t help but feel a bit confused: should he still go find the homeroom teacher to change seats?

Then, after the first class ended, right after the teacher left, Xiang Di said to him, “Shall we go find the teacher now?”

If she had shown even a hint of reluctance to change seats at this moment, Bai Jiangxin might have changed his mind.

But there was none. She looked very eager to change seats.

Since she was so eager to change seats, then what was there for him to hesitate about? Just like she said, it would be a happy outcome for everyone.

Bai Jiangxin’s tone was very flat: “Let’s go.”

The moment the two of them left the classroom, Ye Minjia quickly grabbed Liang Qianqian.

“There’s something fishy going on. Come on, let’s follow and see.”

Without waiting for Liang Qianqian’s answer, he pulled her by her school uniform and followed them out of the classroom.

The result was a huge disappointment. Bai Jiangxin and Xiang Di weren’t heading to the school’s small grove for a secret rendezvous; they went straight to the office.

Liang Qianqian was practically speechless. “This is what you call having an affair? Dating in the teachers’ office?”

Ye Minjia was momentarily at a loss for words, then argued forcefully, “This is called the most dangerous place is often the safest place, you know? Don’t you understand the principle of hiding in plain sight?”

Liang Qianqian: “……”

She might not understand the principle of hiding in plain sight, but she definitely understood the fact that there was something wrong with the class monitor’s brain.

“Too lazy to bother with you, I’m going back to the classroom.”

Liang Qianqian rolled her eyes, turned around, and left, but was stopped again by Ye Minjia, who said, “Didn’t we agree to help our good sister clear her reputation as a scumbag? You’re giving up so fast—are you even Xiang Di’s good sister?”

Liang Qianqian retorted confidently, “Precisely because I’m her good sister, I can’t eavesdrop or pry into my good sister’s privacy.”

The two of them started arguing in the corridor. It was recess, and the hallway was already noisy, filled with chirping chatter everywhere, until the area near the stairwell suddenly fell silent, followed by waves of “wow” sounds rising one after another.

Liang Qianqian turned her head to look. When she saw the stairwell area clearly, she froze.

Ye Minjia noticed she had suddenly stopped arguing and followed her gaze, freezing as well.

Holy crap.

Where did this Andersen fairy-tale prince walk out from into reality?

From far away, it was easy to estimate that his bare height was at least 186 cm. Even in the northern regions where average height was relatively taller, this height still carried a sense of pressure—especially for girls.

Although Chinese people were generally reserved, the impact of strong, striking features was simply unbeatable. If he were purely foreign-looking, it might not have been this stunning, but this prince was clearly mixed-race at a glance.

Mixed-race people were angels fallen into the mortal world, right? This face was mixed far too well—Western high nose and thin lips combined with Eastern sword-like brows and starry eyes, all of it. A head of fluffy chestnut hair, clear olive-colored eyes, thick brows and deep-set features. When the prince walked closer and his looks became fully clear, Liang Qianqian was so handsome-struck that she sucked in a sharp breath.

Ye Minjia, who usually couldn’t wait to carve “185” onto his forehead to show off, felt short for the first time.

The two of them were blocking the passage leading to the office. The prince smiled at them kindly and spoke—pure, unmistakably standard Mandarin.

“Students, could you make way a bit?”

The two hurriedly stepped aside.

The prince said thank you and walked straight into the office.

Only after he was out of sight did Liang Qianqian snap back to reality, saying blankly, “…Um, I think you’re right. I’m Xiang Di’s good sister, so I should go take a look in the office.”

Ye Minjia: “……”

Were you really going there for your good sister? You were going there for the fairy-tale prince. A friend who values looks over loyalty—hardly worth exposing.

At this moment, Xiang Di and Bai Jiangxin were standing in the office, having just made their request to the homeroom teacher to change seats.

Chen Jinghua looked at them with suspicion, feeling even more that these two kids must have some unknown story between them.

Just as he was about to ask, a bright, sunny “Teacher Chen Jinghua!” from the doorway interrupted him.

Chen Jinghua sounded surprised. “Why did you come over by yourself?”

Not knowing who had come to find the homeroom teacher, Xiang Di and Bai Jiangxin turned their heads at the same time.

As they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, yet when it comes to absolute physical attractiveness, human aesthetics are actually quite unified. Take, for example, Bai Jiangxin’s type—the cool, detached eyes, the exceptional bone structure, that classic Chinese ink-wash painting beauty. Or like this mixed-race boy before them now.

This wasn’t an international school, so seeing a mixed-race face at No. 14 Middle School was indeed a rare sight.

It wasn’t that they hadn’t seen foreigners before, but seeing a mixed-race person in their school made Bai Jiangxin pause briefly before he quickly averted his gaze. Inadvertently, he caught sight of Xiang Di’s current expression.

Dumbstruck. Her eyes were glued to him, and her mouth was slightly agape.

Hmph.

He didn’t need to hear her inner thoughts to know what was going on in that little pervert’s mind. It was nothing but “so handsome, so handsome.” Back when he could hear her thoughts, she was exactly like this, calling him handsome eight hundred times a day.

He just didn’t know who, in her heart, would come out on top—him or this mixed-race guy.

If she really thought this mixed-race guy was handsomer than him, she wouldn’t go and change her object of fantasy, would she?

Bai Jiangxin subconsciously furrowed his brows, his tongue circling restlessly inside his mouth before he let out a low, dissatisfied click.

Annoying. When he actually wanted to know what she was thinking, he couldn’t hear her damn thoughts at all.