When Jiang Mianmian stepped into the classroom, her eyes immediately sought out the boy sitting at the back—a fair-skinned, jade-like figure, entirely absorbed in his studies.

Even as the classroom erupted in excitement at her entrance, with students exclaiming:

“Wow! Look, a beauty! She’s way prettier than Zhou Ling’er from yesterday!”
“Is she a new transfer student? How come the teacher didn’t mention it?”
“She’s absolutely stunning…!”

The group of boys gathered in a huddle, whispering among themselves, or at least trying to, as their voices were loud enough to make the entire classroom noisy.

Despite the commotion, Zhou Nanye remained completely focused on his studies, not even glancing up.

It was as though he existed in a world apart—quiet and serene—while the rest of the classroom was filled with lively chatter.

The boys were about to approach Jiang Mianmian to ask about her identity, but their curiosity quickly turned into shock.

They watched, dumbfounded, as the stunning girl walked confidently to the seat of their class’s feared “Queen,” and sat down without hesitation.

“Wait, wait! She… she’s sitting in the school queen’s seat!”

As Jiang Mianmian sat, Zhou Nanye noticed someone had taken the seat beside him. Catching a glimpse of long black hair from the corner of his eye, he assumed someone had taken Jiang Mianmian’s place.

Just as he was about to frown, he looked up—and was instantly stunned.

It was Mianmian.

The girl before him looked completely different from yesterday. Her black hair framed her delicate face, which was now free of heavy makeup. Her fair, glowing skin and exquisitely delicate features made her look endearing and enchanting.

Every smile, every glance from her seemed to tug at his heartstrings.

For a moment, Zhou Nanye simply stared, utterly captivated.

Jiang Mianmian leaned in slightly, her bright eyes sparkling. “Xiao Nanye, don’t I look good?”

Zhou Nanye snapped out of his daze, feeling heat rush to his face. His handsome features turned an unmistakable shade of red.

To avoid letting Jiang Mianmian see his flushed face, he quickly picked up his pen and pretended to focus on his textbook. “Mian… Mianmian… you… look… good… really… good…”

“Good? Then why aren’t you looking at me?”

Jiang Mianmian noticed the tips of Zhou Nanye’s ears turning red, and a mischievous smile played on her lips as she teased him further.

“I… I still… need… to… study…” Zhou Nanye stammered, not daring to meet her gaze. Her radiant smile was too dazzling, stirring emotions in him that he didn’t quite know how to handle.

Meanwhile, some classmates who hadn’t yet recognized Jiang Mianmian tried to speak up.

“Hey, um, that seat belongs to…”

Jiang Mianmian finally broke her gaze from Zhou Nanye and turned to look at them.

Zhou Nanye let out a small sigh of relief, though the image of her face so close to his lingered in his mind, making it hard to calm down.

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Mianmian tilted her head slightly, her pink lips curving into a smile. “You didn’t recognize me just because I changed my look today?”

Her playful tone and confident demeanor left the classmates stunned.

It was only then they realized that this breathtakingly beautiful girl wasn’t a transfer student but their very own school bully queen!

The revelation was met with utter disbelief.

Who could have imagined that the girl who used to wear heavy makeup, exuding an intimidating and domineering aura, could look so innocent and stunning without it?

Some boys, who had always kept their distance from Jiang Mianmian due to her fearsome reputation, now found themselves sneaking glances at her.

So this is what she really looks like? All that heavy makeup had been hiding such beauty? What a waste!

Meanwhile, the girls in the class were quick to shower Jiang Mianmian with compliments, eagerly asking where she had gotten her makeover.

Jiang Mianmian casually responded to their questions before giving them a pointed look, silently signaling them to disperse.

She still had important things to do—like bonding with Xiao Nanye and making progress in her “pursuit” of him.

The girls, aware of her interest in Zhou Nanye, tactfully stepped aside.

Zhou Nanye, having calmed down slightly, put down his pen and looked at Jiang Mianmian. This time, he wanted to give her a proper response.

“Mian… Mianmian,” he began, his voice faltering slightly. “You… you… always… look… good… but… before… your… your style… wasn’t… right. N-now… this… this look… suits… you… better… so… so… it’s… even… more… beautiful.”

Zhou Nanye’s speech was slow and hesitant, a result of his stutter. He typically avoided speaking as much as possible, but this time, he pushed himself to express his thoughts clearly, all for her.

Even though it was difficult for him to get the words out, he felt a deep sense of joy as Jiang Mianmian’s eyes remained focused on him the entire time.

In that moment, Zhou Nanye felt like a fragile bird with broken wings, gently held and protected in the warm palms of this radiant girl.

Her care and attention enveloped him in a sense of warmth and comfort he had never experienced before.

It was intoxicating, addictive—and he never wanted it to end.

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Xiao- Little