A god-level beauty system? But I'm already a god-level beauty!

Shen Ye stretched out his arm and stopped Chu Cihan, who was about to rush up and say something.

He shook his head at the other person: "It's nothing, it was just a few words."

Chu Cihan pouted and reluctantly turned her head away, her toes grinding against the ground.

Shen Ye withdrew his gaze, put his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked towards Mu Jingyan.

Looking at his nonchalant demeanor, Mu Jingyan's eyelids twitched, and she almost couldn't help but punch him.

"Phew—" She suppressed her anger and looked up at Shen Ye, who had approached. "Could we go somewhere else?"

"Is it something very important?" Shen Ye asked.

"It's very important." Mu Jingyan nodded seriously, a rare occurrence for her.

"OK."

Shen Ye agreed.

He was actually quite puzzled—I'm not familiar with this little fox, what important thing does it have to tell me?

But since we're already here, we might as well give it a listen.

He followed Mu Jingyan's footsteps, and the two walked through the connecting corridor on the side of the art center, turned two corners, and went around a small courtyard piled with miscellaneous items. Only when they were sure that there was really no one around did the little fox stop.

Shen Ye glanced back at the way he came. The light was cut into pieces by the pillars, quiet and still, with no one else in sight.

broken.

He inwardly cried out in alarm.

With no one around, isn't this the perfect opportunity to do something bad?

Mu Jingyan has a grudge against him. Could it be that she tricked him into coming here to do something sabotage?

Shen Ye cautiously looked around, trying to spot the hidden axe-wielders.

"Stop looking, I'm not that petty." Mu Jingyan found it somewhat amusing to see him looking like he was about to run away at any moment.

The smile vanished in an instant, and the girl said seriously, "Shen Ye, there's something I'd like to ask you."

Mu Jingyan was serious.

Shen Ye could clearly sense it.

First, she didn't call herself "stinky monkey," and second, she used the word "please."

Even though they hadn't known each other for long, he could tell that Mu Jingyan was an extremely arrogant person.

The fact that she used the word "please" is definitely not simple.

But why would someone think I could solve something that even a young lady like you couldn't?

He waited patiently for the little fox to speak next.

What do you think of my sister?

?

What's the problem?

"Uh, it's great, very cute." Shen Ye thought for a moment and gave his honest opinion.

Mu Jinghuan is like a soft, cute, and well-behaved little cake.

"What I mean is," Mu Jingyan stared at him, "don't you think there's something wrong with her?"

"Something's not right?" Shen Ye pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded. "Oh, a little. Sometimes when I talk to her, it's like she doesn't hear me; she just talks to herself."

"What's wrong?"

Mu Jingyan nodded gently: "That's right."

She gazed at Shen Ye, her usual coldness and arrogance gone, replaced by a faint weariness.

"The doctor said that Huanhuan has adjustment disorder."

"What is that?" Shen Ye asked.

"Simply put, it's because too much stress causes the brain to completely withdraw its attention. The mind is always trapped in its own emotions, making it difficult to receive what others are saying, and others can't communicate with her smoothly."

Shen Ye frowned slightly.

No wonder the little robot is always so dull and speaks in such a strange way; now I understand.

Mu Jingyan gave him a moment to process the information before continuing, "Right now, the only two people who can communicate normally with her are me and you."

"Although I don't know why Huanhuan can communicate with you, but..." She paused, as if she needed to overcome some difficulty to say what she was about to say, "I beg... I beg you to spend more time with her in the future, talk to her more, and be a little more tolerant of her."

Shen Ye looked at her.

The girl had probably never asked anyone for help before, so her tone sounded a bit stiff, like she was reciting lines she didn't know well.

"sure."

"Really?" Mu Jingyan's eyes lit up for a moment.

"real."

Shen Ye had a good impression of the little robot, and it was just a casual thing to do, chatting with someone.

"But can I make a difference on my own?"

Mu Jingyan fell silent.

"Let's give it a try first. I'll figure out the rest."

She spoke with great conviction.

Shen Ye saw an undeniable determination in her eyes.

......

After accompanying Chu Cihan to her music lesson, Shen Ye returned to the familiar back seat of his Maybach.

What did you say to her?

Chu Cihan turned to the side, placing his hands on the edge of the seat and leaning slightly forward, his eyes filled with undisguised curiosity and a hint of wariness.

"It's nothing," Shen Ye replied without changing his expression, "It's just resolving a small conflict from before."

"Really?"

"real."

"oh......"

Chu Cihan was clearly not convinced. She puffed out her cheeks but ultimately didn't press the matter.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly spoke up: "Shen Ye, what do you think... it would be okay if I transferred to your school?"

"puff--"

Shen Ye had just unscrewed the water glass and taken a sip when he spat it all out.

Come to my school?

Are you kidding me!

Wouldn't that just explode?

If Lin Chunuan does it, how am I supposed to live?

"No, no." He refused decisively.

But as soon as he said it, he felt it was too hurtful, so he quickly added, "The teaching level and environment at No. 2 Primary School are not as good as yours. You might not be able to adapt if you come here, really."

"...Okay." Chu Cihan lowered his head, his bangs falling down to cover his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression, but the corners of his mouth clearly turned down.

Seeing that the girl was a little down, Shen Ye knew it was time.

He unzipped the backpack next to him, reached inside and rummaged around for a while, then took out a small silver metal box.

"Here, this is for you."

"What is this?" Chu Cihan reached out and took it, looking down at it.

The box was only the size of a palm, its silver metal body engraved with intricate rose reliefs, its edges polished smooth and rounded, gleaming with a warm yet cool luster under the warm light of the carriage.

She gently ran her thumb over the three-dimensional petal textures, feeling their delicate and exquisite touch.

"A music box." Shen Ye rubbed his nose, turned his head away to avoid her gaze, "Um, I'm sorry, it was wrong of me to give away your things so casually, so I'll give you one too."

He wasn't very good at comforting people; that was all he could think of.

"It's the piece you played when you first brought me to the arts center, I think it was called something like that..." He tried to recall, "The Promise of Dandelions, I guess."

Perhaps feeling that the current atmosphere was too emotional, Shen Ye wanted to say a few more words to ease the tension.

Before he could speak, Chu Cihan had already pounced on him.

"Shen Ye—!"

The girl's eyes instantly reddened, and her tears glistened under the light.

She crashed into his arms, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and buried her face in his shoulder, like a little animal that had finally found its refuge.

She rubbed her face against the girl's soft cheek, her hot tears smearing his neck.

"Waaaaah, we'll be best friends forever!" Her voice was nasal and tearful, yet so resolute.

"Weren't they slaves?"

"Never mind that!"

"Didn't you already blacklist me?"

"We'll solve it when we get back!"

......