Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

"Oh! What a fate..." Shang Qing looked at the girls wearing palette clothes with colorful hair flying around, and she really couldn't help herself. How come she ran into them when she went home just to buy a pineapple bun for Ji Xun? She wanted to avoid them, but the problem was that they blocked the way.

It didn't matter that they were just passing by. Shang Qing no longer considered whether they would see her, but instead walked leisurely towards them and then walked past them. As expected, they were busy and didn't notice her.

"Oh, it's you? You're the one who seduced Brother Leng?" Shang Qing didn't want to hear it, but the pink-haired girl's voice was too sharp. Could this pink-haired girl not live without boys?

"I didn't. I don't know what you are talking about..." The girl's voice was cold, and she seemed not to want to have any unnecessary entanglement with them.

But the "Palettes" were not willing to let her go and stretched out their arms to block her way.

Well, this way, Shang Qing was trapped in their encirclement.

Shang Qing sighed silently, looking at the people staring at each other, not knowing how to start.

"Sister Qing?" The blue-haired girl laughed awkwardly and quickly lowered her arms to avoid blocking Shang Qing's body.

Shang Qing didn't want to cause any trouble, so she said nothing and prepared to leave. She still had to go buy some pineapple buns. She could already see the store, which was less than 200 meters away.

"Sister Qing, what's wrong with you? Aren't we the best friends? Why don't you play with us anymore?" One girl was obviously dissatisfied with Shang Qing's behavior of ignoring them since the summer vacation.

"Yeah, aren't we good friends? I came to you, but you didn't even see us!"

Shang Qing glanced at them and said with a smile, "Why, do you want to test how heavy my fist is?"

"What?" Several people didn't understand what Shang Qing meant.

Shang Qing patiently explained, "Back then, you recognized me as your sister because I was strong and I could fight, didn't you? Well, I don't want to play with you anymore. We can also solve the problem with our fists."

Shang Qing, wasn't it because of this miraculous strength in her past life that no one dared to mess with her at school? Wasn't it also because of this that she always took the lead in bullying others?

Aren’t these girls with colorful hairs becoming the bullies of girls under her leadership?

She didn't want to participate anymore and didn't want to do that. Naturally, this small group didn't feel as confident anymore.

"Hmph, as expected, you said the same thing as Zhang Qing!" The pink-haired girl's cheeks puffed up with anger. She should have looked cute, but with her weird makeup, she looked only scary to Shang Qing.

"She must be nearby, right? Why doesn't she come out?" Shang Qing looked around and saw a corner of a school uniform exposed not far away, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"How boring. Find a few brave warriors... little white lotuses." Shang Qing looked at the simple-minded girls impatiently and kindly reminded them, "Pretty girls, this extremely ugly outfit really doesn't suit you. It's really ugly..."

Several colorful-haired girls looked at each other, surprise and questioning flashing in their eyes.

Shang Qing took a few steps forward and saw that the cold girl hadn't caught up with them and was still among them. She turned around and asked, "Class monitor, aren't you leaving?"

Class monitor Xue Xuelin was stunned for a moment, looked at Shang Qing with scrutiny, and then followed her away arrogantly.

The colorful-haired girls stopped trying to stop them.

"Are you really not going to play with them anymore?" Xue Xuelin couldn't help but trotted a few steps and walked together with Shang Qing.

Shang Qing nodded, a look of loneliness in her eyes. Those girls weren't completely evil, actually. Aside from the pink-haired girl, the others seemed to just have their own unique personalities, thinking that was what made them stand out.

"Do you believe that I don't know the guy called Brother Bing?" Xue Xuelin bit her lip. She didn't know why she expected Shang Qingfa to answer.

Shang Qing tilted her head to look at Xue Xuelin's bright and beautiful face, revealing a row of white teeth: "This...isn't this obvious?"

Xue Xuelin smiled, and her bright face became even brighter.

The two walked side by side without speaking.

When they arrived at the bakery, Xue Xuelin saw Shang Qing walk in. She watched her go straight to the pineapple bun section and pick up three.

She stepped forward, opened her wallet, and prepared to pay. "I'll treat you to a meal as a thank you for your help just now."

Shang Qing tried to stop her, but she took out the money and handed it to the clerk. She took the bag of pineapple buns and smiled at her: "Captain, I just happened to meet you. No need to thank me. See you tomorrow."

Xue Xuelin smiled as she watched Shang Qing's straight figure disappear at the door. She walked to the pineapple bun area, picked up one, and paid the bill. She also wanted to try this kind of dessert.

Looking at Ji Xun quietly eating a pineapple bun with a calm face, the more I watched, the happier I became.

Grandma Kang has a small appetite and can't finish one, while Shang Qing isn't particularly interested in this kind of dessert, so she and her grandmother share one. For her, eating together and sharing is a happy and joyful thing.

"Why is Fathead making me stay afterward?" Shang Qing lamented, watching as Fathead made her copy the essay three times because she made a few mistakes in her dictation. The essay was so long, and she had to finish copying it before doing other homework. It looked like she'd have to stay up late tonight.

She writes slowly, isn't this going to kill her?

Ji Xun, who was eating a pineapple bun, heard Shang Qing's cry, came forward, and deliberately said, "Wow, sister, this article is so long. What if I can't memorize it in the future?"

"Eh? You can copy it first, as a preview." Shang Qing's eyes lit up. But then, thinking about their different handwriting styles, he felt discouraged and lost all energy. He could only slump his shoulders and continue copying painstakingly.

Ji Xun took the notebook with a smile, wrote a few words behind the handwriting Shang Qing had written, and pushed it to her to see.

Shang Qing's eyes lit up instantly. This... this was so similar. If she hadn't known, she wouldn't have been able to tell which one was hers and which was Ji Xun's.

Shang Qing decisively stuffed the notebook into Ji Xun's hands, grinning like a little fox. Feeling guilty, she had to emphasize repeatedly, "Come on, come on, Xiao Xun. Don't be shy. It's good for you to copy it in advance. By the time you reach your third year of high school, you won't even need to learn it."

"Yeah, sister is right." Ji Xun did not refute, nodded, and obediently planned to put the pineapple bun aside.

"Just eat and write at the same time. Sister will get you another Wahaha." Shang Qing jumped and ran to get him her favorite Wahaha like a lackey.

Ji Xun's eyes were smiling as he bent over his desk, his attention focused on copying. He wrote very quickly. The first time, he copied word for word.

While drinking the Wahaha that Shang Qing handed him, Ji Xun asked eagerly, "Sister, which words did you get wrong? Was it difficult? I might make the same mistake in the future."

"Yes, yes, yes. I can never remember these words." Shang Qing felt pained when she thought of this. She hurried forward and pointed her neatly trimmed nails at the words in the textbook that she was punished to write, and pointed at them again and again!

Ji Xun said nothing. He simply took a piece of paper and meticulously wrote these words in his own handwriting, stroke by stroke. Shang Qing was filled with admiration. "My brother's handwriting is so beautiful." The strokes are steady, the force is strong, the writing is majestic, and the writing is magnificent.

"Sister, please write it again so that we can compare our handwritings." Ji Xun looked at Shang Qing sincerely.

Shang Qing naturally agreed. Her handwriting was a girl's style of silk flower small regular script, and when put together with Ji Xun's handwriting, the combination was inexplicably suitable and very beautiful.

The second and third times, Ji Xun didn't even need to look at it; he just wrote it down from memory. He copied Shang Qing's handwriting, which was impossible to tell unless you looked closely. He wrote quickly and well, probably twice as fast as Shang Qing. Shang Qing, who had already run to the kitchen to see what delicious food Grandma Kang was making, naturally had no idea.

After finishing copying, Ji Xun turned his head and looked at Shang Qing who was leaning over the desk thinking about something. His gentle face looked even more gentle under the soft light.