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Chapter 21
Yan Xi's outstretched hand was slapped away harshly.
The youth climbed up from the ground with difficulty, glaring at her fiercely.
"You've got quite the arm strength, why didn't you use it on them earlier?"
Yan Xi's fair hand was slapped red.
"Get lost!"
The youth yelled, like a young beast driven to desperation, full of hostility.
But clearly lacking in strength.
"Is this how you treat someone trying to help you? Young classmate."
You're no different from them, Qi Yili sneered in his heart.
"I...saw...you." He saw Yan Xi, just now when her hair was being pulled.
Her almost dazzlingly beautiful face, pristine uniform, sitting quietly there with a folder in hand, almost entirely out of place in the Western District.
Although his myopia was nearly 200 degrees, it didn't mean he couldn't see her.
The same corridor.
One was being tormented and humiliated as if in hell.
One was as serenely beautiful as a painting.
Yan Xi's smile grew even more radiant.
Are you condemning my cold detached spectating?
"Sorry, I was frightened just now. I've never seen anything like this before. After all it's normal for a fragile girl like me to be afraid." Traces of terror appeared on Yan Xi's alluring face.
[You were this close to cracking open some nuts and watching, how are you fragile? Zhao Fang would be the first to disagree.]
He knew he was displacing his anger.
For normal people, when seeing something beautiful, the first reaction is to exclaim in wonder, to cherish, to embrace.
But Qi Yili was different. His life circumstances didn't teach him this principle, he naturally recognized that the girl was from the Eastern District.
Although Qingteng's Eastern and Western Districts were located in the same campus area, they were strictly segregated from interacting, separated by a high wall.
The Eastern District mainly corresponded to children of prestigious families and outstanding elites, while the Western District, although a branch of Qingteng, was never acknowledged to exist by Qingteng to outsiders.
The distribution of resources and students were extremely uneven, students from the Eastern District generally would not set foot in the Western District. The Western District often provided schooling for nouveau riche children and top-scoring students. The nouveau riche gave money, the top students could pull up the Western District's average grades, so as not to embarrass Qingteng by having a Western District campus surface publicly.
The school uniforms were different between the Eastern and Western Districts. The Eastern District uniforms changed designs every season of the year, while the Western District had the same drab grey common uniform design for eternity.
So a girl in an Eastern District uniform no doubt extremely stood out in the Western District.
There was no such thing in this world as help without reason.
"Speak...what is it you want?"
"Since that's the case, I'll get right to it." Yan Xi smiled radiantly.
"I want you, name your price."
[??? Are you looking for a prostitute at a brothel?]
[Pangpang, mind your language. I'm still underage, don't corrupt me.]
"......"
"Are you messing with me?"
"30,000 a month? How about it?"
"......Get lost."
"Hahaha.....just kidding, don't get angry! When I was helping the teacher organize documents just now, I accidentally saw your file in the records room. Your grades are very good, can you consider being my tutor?" The girl's tone changed, looking at him sincerely, eyes full of expectation, exactly like an innocent rich girl.
The youth looked at her with distinct black and white eyes, not believing her hastily made up story at all.
How could a rich family's daughter lack a tutor?
With a wave of her hand, hundreds of people with better grades than him would be scrambling for the job.
Plus, the Eastern and Western District records were kept separately, normal students had no qualifications to access them at all. How did she even see his?
Thick suspicion and guardedness showed in Qi Yili's eyes as he scrutinized Yan Xi closely.
Yan Xi ignored his gaze, turned neatly and left a "If you change your mind, you can come find me in Class 2 (3) of the Eastern District High School."
The girl left without the slightest reluctance, as if the person who had just spoken wasn't her at all.
[No parting words? Or help this brother gain some goodwill? He fell so pitifully!]
[When a wound first becomes inflamed, people often choose to endure the pain they can bear rather than immediately seek help, placing their hopes on the wound healing itself.]
In that case, all she needed to do was make it fester.
The lack of appeal in evil lies in the physical, the appeal of evil lies in the spiritual.
She was extremely good at this, okay.