When Meng Yang saw Yao Tang, he couldn't help but recall his own childhood experience.
He was five years old at that time when he and his companions ran into a delicate-looking girl on the way home. They meant to tease her, but they weren't expecting that this girl would be able to stand on her own. Hell, that was an understatement. She didn't even wait for them to tease her as she went over to beat them up.
Meng Yang had seen a challenge in this girl, but every time he went to try his luck, she'd beat him up till he wet his pants.
From then on, he had developed a fear of Yao Tang. Whenever he'd see her, he'd run away like some scared mouse.
"Why are you in Class 12, sis?"
Meng Yang pursed his lips. His mother had told him how Yao Tang was the smartest in their courtyard, so why would he be her classmate? Why was she in Class 12?
"You are not happy to see me?"
She cocked up an eyebrow.
