When the Empress Becomes a Rich Family's Wasted Daughter

When they were in the third year of junior high school, Mingming and her classmates were very nervous because many of them had to get good grades in order to attend better high schools in town or county.

Mingming asked me to take extra lessons because she always teased me that I was a good student and I could be her little teacher.

Of course I would love to.

I am willing to share what I have learned with Mingming. As long as Mingming can always keep that warm smile on her face, I will be very happy.

During the break after class, Mingming was listening to me explaining the questions in the classroom, and there were always people mocking Mingming.

There are a few girls in my class who have never liked me. They think I am stingy and pretentious.

I once heard a girl say behind my back that I was like a little white flower that would fall down when the wind blew.

I wanted to cry when I heard it, but then I thought, every time I coughed in the dormitory or in class, it was because I was in poor health and had a weak temper.

They were right to say that about me.

But Mingming was very angry and went up to argue with them.

Several girls had good grades and strong personalities. I was afraid that Mingming would get hurt when I held her back. She had no other options.

I told Mingming that it didn’t matter, they didn’t like me and I just avoided them.

So Mingming took me to the pavilion again. The pavilion was very quiet. Occasionally, only teachers from the school went there to drink tea, and students seldom passed by there.

We would sneak into the pavilion on the way back to the dormitory and study for an hour every day, just in time to go back to the dormitory to pack up and rest.

Later in the pavilion, I met a boy.

He seemed to be cleaning, and that pavilion was the cleaning area for their class.

The boy was very handsome, and he always wore a light white T-shirt or vest under his school uniform. He held a big broom and watched us explain the questions. As we talked, we both started laughing.

When he had laughed enough, he said with a smile, "Ladies, move your legs."

I was startled and my face turned red.

I turned my head and glanced at Mingming. Mingming's face was as red as the shrimps that occasionally appeared in the cafeteria.

When Mingming went back that day, she was absent-minded.

I always felt that something was wrong with her, but I didn't know how to ask her.

The next day, when doing radio gymnastics.

Then I realized that the boy was in the same grade as us. He was standing next to the physical education teacher helping him, with his school uniform tied around his waist, and occasionally giving the physical education teacher a mischievous smile.

Mingming's face turned red again.

Later, when Mingming was listening to me explain the topic, her eyes kept glancing towards the entrance of the pavilion.

Just when I was about to say something, the boy came.

Holding a big broom, a correction book and a pen.

He scratched his head and told us that he had done very well in the physical exams, but his academic performance was very poor. When he heard that I was among the top three in the grade, he shamelessly came to me for extra lessons.

I was about to refuse. After all, I didn’t even have enough time to explain the question to Mingming.

But the boy took out a handful of lollipops and said it was money to treat the teacher, and Mingming accepted it with a smile.

I don’t know what to say.

I had to nod.

For a long time afterwards, I was the one who told the stories to both of them.

Mingming and he were always bickering with each other, like a pair of bickering lovers, one after the other, but Mingming always smiled happily when she saw the boy being helpless with her.

I always feel like I am becoming less and less understood.

Mingming was so mean to him, why was she secretly happy?

Then I would ask them to stop fighting and study seriously.

I remember that in the first monthly exam after that, Mingming improved by ten places in the class and the teacher praised her especially.

There was a lot of discussion in the class, with all kinds of comments, but Mingming was particularly happy.

He used his pocket money to treat me to a big bowl of spicy hot pot, it was so spicy that I almost cried.

The boy also came. He was also very happy. He had improved by more than 20 points in the class. He bought a bunch of snacks and waited for us in the pavilion.

Said he wanted to thank me.

I'm a little overwhelmed.

In fact, I didn’t do anything. I just explained the questions and knowledge points every day.

The boy said, Rongzhen, you are really amazing and beautiful. You explained the questions to two of us idiots and yet you still ranked second in the grade in the exam. You are really a top student goddess.

I was even more at a loss.

I’m not used to people praising me in person, because very few people will praise me...but I still feel happy in my heart.

Mingming also echoed, "That's right, academic goddess, wait, wild dog, what did you say to me? You are the idiot!"

The two of them started arguing with each other again.

By the way, this boy’s name is Xiao Ye. He is a popular figure in the school. Because he is tall, handsome, sunny, and has very good sports performance, many girls seem to like him.

Later, Mingming also secretly told me that she liked Xiao Ye a little, just a little.

I am happy for Mingming. Although I don’t know what it feels like to be in love, I can see that Mingming is always very happy when she sees Xiao Ye.

While cursing Xiao Ye, his eyes were also following Xiao Ye closely.

Later on, we still discussed topics, but the three of us became more familiar with each other, and Xiao Ye would invite us to watch him play or train.

Mingming said, if anyone wants to see stray dogs running, they can see them outside the cafeteria every day.

In fact, she pulled me to buy some water and ran very fast, for fear that if she was late she would be pushed behind by other girls.

In fact, when I saw the men and women running around on the court and sweating profusely, I also lamented in my heart that my health was not good and I was out of breath after running a few steps.

When will I be able to sweat profusely like these people and feel the youth in high-fives?

During the half-time break, Xiao Ye walked towards us and naturally took the water from Mingming's hand and drank half of the bottle.

He was very tall. He glanced at both of us, took two breaths, and said with a smile.

Oh, you're here. Thanks for bringing me some water.

Mingming refused to give in. Did I bring that to you? Didn't you snatch it from me?

I saw that the two of them were about to start quarreling again, so I hurriedly tried to stop them in a low voice.

Stop talking, there are so many people.

The crowd's eyes were following the three of us. I felt a little timid and wanted to pull Mingming away.

But Mingming seemed to want to watch for a while longer.

I felt helpless and had to watch with Mingming on the sidelines.

The boys playing basketball suddenly burst into laughter, and everyone in the field couldn't help but look over.

A boy in a blue jersey was touching his head awkwardly and was being pushed by the crowd. I looked over, and when he saw me looking over, he quickly lowered his head.

I was full of confusion.

After a while, the boy with a flat head and a blue jersey came up to me and handed me a bottle of water.

I was a little confused, and kept thinking in my mind, when and where he was, who he was, whether I had seen him before, and whether it was a bit rude to forget him.

Of course I didn't take the water.

The boy seemed a little at a loss and could only scratch his head again.

Mingming seemed to have noticed something and rubbed against me like a kitten with a wicked smile on her face.

The boy was stuck for a long time, and suddenly said to me...

Rong... Rongzhen... I... I like you a little bit...