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

Qin Xian looked at Shen Ye, who still wanted to argue with her, and suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

This kid is really persistent.

She had seen too many students—good students, bad students, obedient students, and rebellious students.

But there are very few people like Shen Ye who dare to question adults' educational methods to their faces.

interesting.

Do you like my daughter?

Qin Xian suddenly spoke, her tone tinged with amusement.

Shen Ye was stunned.

He didn't expect Qin Xian to ask this question suddenly.

"What?"

"I said, do you like Mu Jingyan?" Qin Xian repeated, her gaze sweeping over Shen Ye's face as if observing his reaction. "Otherwise, why are you speaking up for her like this? Why are you worrying about a child?"

Shen Ye frowned and hesitated for a moment.

"No," he denied calmly. "I just can't stand what you're doing."

What a joke.

How could I possibly like Mu Jingyan, who has a bad temper and is always so stubborn?

Impossible, impossible.

Shen Ye wanted to say something more, but Qin Xian didn't want to listen anymore.

She stood up, straightened her clothes, and looked down at Shen Ye.

"Alright, that's enough. Just mind your own business; you don't need to worry about my family's affairs."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the door.

What neither of the two people in the classroom noticed was...

The moment Qin Xian stood up, a dark figure that had been standing outside the door for a long time flashed by.

Shen Ye sat there, watching Qin Xian's figure disappear through the door, feeling a pang of frustration.

This woman is completely impervious to reason.

He tried for over a decade but couldn't persuade them.

Shen Ye sighed, leaned back in his chair, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Sunlight streamed in through the windows, warming the entire classroom.

The paintings on the wall appeared particularly vibrant in the light; there were landscapes, portraits, and a few abstract graffiti.

Shen Ye looked at the paintings and began to plan what would happen next.

Qin Xian is someone who can't be changed with just a few words.

Her views were deeply ingrained; anyone who questioned her was seen as an immature child.

Although he was originally just a child under fourteen.

What should I do...?

Shen Ye suddenly felt a headache coming on.

He sat in the classroom for a while longer before getting up and leaving.

The corridor was empty; most parents and students had already returned to their classrooms.

Occasionally, a few late students would rush past, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

Shen Ye walked out along the corridor, and just as he reached the stairwell, he saw a familiar figure.

The Chu Ci is cold.

That's...her mother?

Not good!

Shen Ye instinctively wanted to turn around and run away, but it was too late.

"Shen Ye!"

Chu Cihan had already seen him, her eyes lit up, and she waved to him.

Shen Ye paused, forced to stop.

Chu Cihan pulled Shen Lan toward him, a hint of smugness on his face.

"Mom, this is the little follower I told you about."

Little follower?

Shen Ye's lips twitched.

It's obvious that Chu Cihan must have tarnished her image in front of her parents.

Chu Cihan walked up to him, smiling broadly, and said, "Shen Ye, this is my mother. Mom, this is Shen Ye."

That expression seemed to say: Hehe, you rejected me, now I'm right in front of you, let's see how you hide.

Shen Ye looked up at Shen Lan.

This is a woman in her thirties, wearing an elegant dress, her hair pulled back, exuding a gentle and graceful temperament.

Her features are somewhat similar to Chu Cihan's, but she has a more mature charm.

Shen Lan's gaze fell on Shen Ye, her eyes filled with surprise.

The boy had delicate features, fair skin, clear eyes, and exuded a clean and pure aura.

No wonder his looks-obsessed daughter was willing to associate with him.

"Hello." Shen Lan smiled gently. "I've often heard Hanhan mention you. Today I finally meet you in person."

"Hello, Auntie." Shen Ye nodded politely.

"I heard from Hanhan that you two were elementary school classmates?" Shen Lan asked.

"Yes, we've known each other since elementary school."

"Then your relationship must be very good," Shen Lan said with a smile. "Our Hanhan has a bit of a temper, and she must have caused you a lot of trouble, right?"

"No, no, she... she's fine." Noticing the threatening look in the girl's eyes, Shen Ye said against his will.

Chu Cihan proudly raised his chin beside him.

Shen Lan smiled, her gaze lingering on Shen Ye's face for a few seconds, her eyes filled with admiration.

"Your name is Shen Ye, right? That's a very nice name," she said. "If she bullies you in the future, just tell me, and I'll teach her a lesson for you."

"Mom!" Chu Cihan pouted in dissatisfaction, "I didn't bully him!"

"Don't I know you well enough?" Shen Lan smiled and patted her daughter's head.

The three chatted for a while, and the more Shen Ye listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

Chu Cihan kept chattering on and on, saying things like "Shen Ye has excellent grades," "He likes me a lot," and "His family is well-off."

Shen Lan listened with a smile, nodding occasionally.

Shen Ye felt a chill creep down his back.

This mother and daughter seem to be...

He quickly made up an excuse: "Um, Auntie, I have something to do in class, I have to go now."

"Huh? So soon?" Chu Cihan was a little reluctant.

"Yes, the teacher needs to talk to me." After saying that, Shen Ye ran away as fast as he could.

Chu Cihan looked at his retreating figure and pouted.

"Why are you running so fast...?"

Shen Lan smiled as she watched Shen Ye's disappearing figure.

"This kid is quite interesting."

They are a good match for my daughter.

She silently added a sentence in her mind.

......

Shen Ye jogged all the way and finally returned to the entrance of Class 1.

Inside the classroom, Miao Yongmei was still speaking, and the parents sat inside listening attentively.

The students stood in the corridor, chatting in small groups.

Shen Ye glanced at the crowd and spotted Mu Jingyan and Mu Jinghuan.

The two sisters stood in the corner of the corridor, and Mu Jinghuan was standing on tiptoe, looking in their direction.

The little robot's eyes lit up immediately when it saw Shen Ye walking over.

"Brother Shen Ye!"

She jogged up to him, her expression concerned: "What did you and your mother talk about?"

"It's nothing," Shen Ye shook his head, "we just chatted for a few minutes."

Mu Jing breathed a sigh of relief, but still looked at him with some worry.

"Did Mom make things difficult for you?"

Shen Ye smiled and reached out to pat her head: "Don't worry, we had a good chat."

Mu Jinghuan nodded, but couldn't help asking, "Was Mom angry?"

"No," Shen Ye said. "Your mother is fine."

He himself didn't believe that.

If Qin Xian were his mother, he would be living the dream.

Mu Jinghuan nodded as if she understood, but didn't ask any further questions.

Shen Ye turned to look at Xiang Mujingyan.

The girl stood to the side, her gaze fixed on him, her expression complex.

She didn't speak, she just looked at him quietly.

Shen Ye felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Mu Jingyan was silent for a few seconds, then spoke softly.

"Thank you."

Shen Ye was stunned for a moment.

"What are you thanking me for?"

Mu Jingyan did not answer, but simply shook her head, a slight smile curving her lips.

The girl's eyes, however, were exceptionally gentle.

"Huh? What?"

"fine."

Mu Jingyan suddenly leaned closer and whispered her lips in Shen Ye's ear.

Her voice was very soft, as if she were a little shy.

But the next sentence made Shen Ye lose his composure.

"You, you like... what kind of maid outfit...?"