Chapter 82 "Brother Yan, can you be my guardian?"

    Withdrawal procedures.
    Sang Yu's expression was calm as she looked at Shen's parents. "Are you planning to ruin me completely, not even let me continue my studies?"
    Shen's mother's eyes darted away slightly, her head bowed, remaining silent.
    Shen's father, however, sneered, his expression one of smug satisfaction and absolute patriarchal authority. He mocked, "Didn't you sever ties with us, vowing never to see us again? We helped you with the transfer, so it's only natural that we're taking it back now."
    Sang Yu's expression was indifferent, a slight sarcasm in her heart.
    It was the same in her past life. Back then, she was full of anticipation for university, looking forward to the future, but Shen's parents turned around and knocked her unconscious for Shen Yanyan's sake, sending her away.
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    They're always like this, either sacrificing her or trying to destroy her.
    But she is no longer the Sang Yu she once was.
    "Teacher Zhang, I don't want to drop out of school."
    Sang Yu spoke directly to Zhang Meiqing, her expression instantly shifting from indifference to a pitiful look. "I want to continue my studies, I want to stay."
    Zhang Meiqing looked at her, a pang of sympathy rising in her heart. She reached out and squeezed Sang Yu's hand. "It's alright, Sang Yu, I won't just let you go like this."
    "Teacher Zhang, this is our family matter." Mr. Shen spoke coldly, his tone somewhat aggressive. "You'd better not interfere, otherwise we'll go directly to the principal."
    Zhang Meiqing looked at them, a flash of disgust in her eyes, her tone turning even colder. "Mr. Shen, our school doesn't allow school board members to meet with parents privately. You probably don't have the qualifications to see our principal. 😡🎀 6➈𝕤𝕙υⓍ.ᑕσΜ 🐊💚"
    Mr. Shen's face changed, instantly turning ugly.
    Having been in the business world for so many years, he knew that while the Shen family's business wasn't particularly large, it was still highly regarded among smaller companies, and few dared to offend him like this.
    Sang Yu held onto Zhang Meiqing's hand tightly, her head bowed, looking pitiful and helpless.
    "I don't understand why you want Sang Yu to drop out of school, but as her homeroom teacher and counselor, I believe she's adapting very well to our school. In our computer coding class last time, Sang Yu performed better than all the other students. We think she has a lot of talent in this area, and it would be a great pity to let her drop out at this time," Zhang Meiqing said.
    Shen's mother didn't speak, only looking at Sang Yu, her tone somewhat resentful, "Teacher Zhang, you don't understand. Sang Yu is our daughter. She's studying at school, but her younger sister is suffering at home, unable to even go to the hospital, relying on IV drips every day. We, as parents..."
    She seemed very sad, raising her hand to wipe away tears.
    Sang Yu's head was lowered, her expression unclear, but her eyes were cold.
    So it was because of Shen Yanyan again.
    She wondered why they would suddenly come to the school to cause trouble and insist on expelling her.
    It turned out it was because they were resentful.
    Yes, if Shen Yanyan wasn't good, why should she be?
    Zhang Meiqing, however, was confused and didn't quite understand their meaning. "Is it Shen Yanyan?" She frowned, hesitantly asking, "Are you short of money for hospitalization? Do you need the school to raise funds for you?"
    "I'm not trying to be mean, but even if you really have family difficulties and need assistance, you can just say so. Why are you joking about Sang Yu's studies?"
    Zhang Meiqing naturally assumed that Shen's parents couldn't afford medical treatment, so they deliberately came to the school to cause trouble and get donations, and couldn't help but lecture them.
    Sang Yu, listening nearby, couldn't help but want to laugh.
    Shen's parents were clearly being treated like beggars by Teacher Zhang.
    Shen's father's face darkened, instantly turning ugly.
    Shen's mother frowned and immediately spoke up, "What are you saying? How could we possibly need donations!"
    
    Zhang Meiqing frowned even more, puzzled, "Then what are you doing?"
    "Expelling her from school! We want Sang Yu expelled!" Shen's mother shouted.
    Sang Yu's face was ashen, and she lowered her head without speaking.
    Zhang Meiqing's expression also became more serious, "The school values ​​and cherishes outstanding students like Sang Yu. If you can't give us a convincing reason, we won't agree."
    "What reason do we need? We are her biological parents!" Shen's mother shouted again.
    "No reason will do." Zhang Meiqing said coldly, raising her hand to protect Sang Yu, pursing her lips and glancing at them with some disdain, "Besides, I don't think you're acting like parents at all."
    Mr. and Mrs. Shen were humiliated, their faces grim.
    Sang Yu, sheltered in Zhang Meiqing's arms, was slightly taken aback, feeling a long-lost warmth from a stranger.
    "We..."
    Mr. Shen wanted to say something.
    Zhang Meiqing interrupted them directly, opened the office door, and said coldly, "Alright, I'm also very busy with work. If you continue talking about dropping out of school, I don't have time to listen anymore."
    This was a direct order to leave.
    Mr. and Mrs. Shen gritted their teeth, glanced at Sang Yu with some resentment, and turned to leave the office, leaving only Sang Yu and Zhang Meiqing.
    "Alright, Sang Yu, now that they're gone, can you talk to the teacher properly about what really happened? Are they really your biological parents?" Zhang Meiqing sat in the chair, raised her hand to take Sang Yu's hand, and spoke gently.
    Sang Yu pursed her lips, looking at her. "They are my parents by blood, but I have no relation to them anymore."
    Zhang Meiqing was slightly taken aback. What did that mean...?
    Sang Yu continued gently, "Teacher Zhang, I don't want to drop out. Could you help me postpone it for a little longer? Until the day of the performance."
    Today was Monday, and the performance was on Friday night.
    Zhang Meiqing looked at her, feeling a little sorry for her, and reached out to touch her hair. "Okay, I promise you."
    Sang Yu looked at her and nodded. "Thank you, Teacher Zhang."
    —
    "Hey, Brother Yan, what's wrong with the little student? She's been in the office for so long, could she have done something wrong? Did your relationship with Zao get discovered?"
    Zhang Qile leaned on the desk, curiously looking outside.
    Huo Yan also frowned, glancing at Sang Yu's desk.
    "The little student is back!"
    Soon, Sang Yu came in from the back door.
    Huo Yan's gaze fell on her indifferently.
    Sang Yu sat down, glanced at Huo Yan, and hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.
    "What's wrong, little one?" Zhang Qile gossiped. "Why did Teacher Zhang want to see you?"
    Sang Yu shook her head and opened her textbook. "Nothing."
    Zhang Qile clicked his tongue twice. "I don't believe you."
    Huo Yan noticed that something was wrong with Sang Yu. He reached out and grabbed Zhang Qile's head, turning him around to stop him from speaking.
    Sang Yu looked down at her textbook, flipping through it absentmindedly, as if she had something on her mind.
    Huo Yan looked at her for two seconds, then reached out and closed the textbook in her hand.
    Sang Yu was stunned. She looked up at him. "Brother Yan?"
    Huo Yan stared into her eyes for two seconds. "Is there something you want to tell me?"
    Sang Yu looked at him, her thoughts immediately seen through, and spoke directly.
    "Brother Yan, can you be my guardian? I want to transfer my household registration to your house."

Chapter 83 "I said, Sang Yu, you are so cute."

    Sang Yu's voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly audible.
    Huo Yan frowned, his gaze falling on her face. He immediately realized something was wrong and asked, "What happened?"
    Sang Yu didn't want to leave everything to Huo Yan, especially the matters concerning her Shen family, which Huo Yan had already helped with at the hospital.
    She didn't want to become a burden to Huo Yan.
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    "It's okay." Sang Yu pursed her lips, blinked at Huo Yan, her expression innocent. "I just had a sudden thought, Brother Yan, don't worry about it."
    Huo Yan didn't speak, only looked down at her, his tone somewhat indifferent, "Now even lying is so careless?"
    Sang Yu pretended not to understand, lowered her head, picked up the strawberry milkshake Huo Yan had brought her that morning, and took a sip.
    Huo Yan frowned, got up, and planned to go directly to the office.
    Sang Yu tugged at his sleeve, "Brother Yan, class has started."
    Huo Yan looked down and met her gaze. The girl's eyes were bright and sparkling, with a hint of a smile, as if nothing had really happened.
    "Actually, I was just testing you," Sang Yu whispered after he sat down, secretly moving her textbook closer to him. She added, "But if you're willing, Brother Yan, that's fine too, since I have my own household registration book."
    Huo Yan didn't reply, but tapped her forehead and said coldly, "Pay attention in class."
    The performance was on Friday, the school's centennial celebration, so many outstanding alumni would be there, along with some school board members.
    Sang Yu valued this performance opportunity.
    She remembered that her second brother seemed to have graduated from No. 1 Middle School, and if possible… maybe she could run into him. As
    soon as she got home that evening, Sang Yu immediately put down her schoolbag and went to the dance studio to practice.
    Huo Yan had bought her many ballet costumes, and Sang Yu had randomly chosen one.
    Dancing to the music, every step was precise, the ballet costume accentuating her slender figure.
    Aunt Rong came up to call her for dinner, but Sang Yu refused.
    She needed to make the most of every minute.
    Aunt Rong carried the tray downstairs, looking somewhat worried.
    "She hasn't eaten?"
    Huo Yan was feeding the kitten when he looked up at the tray in Aunt Rong's hand.
    Aunt Rong sighed, "Yes, she's practicing. Sigh, practice is important, but her health is important too."
    Huo Yan's expression hardened slightly as he looked at the tray in her hand. He stood up, took the tray from her, and said directly, "Give it to me."
    His face was somewhat cold, still seemingly indifferent, but his expression was clearly more serious.
    Aunt Rong nodded and handed him the tray. "Go and persuade Yu Yu."
    Huo Yan didn't speak, carrying the tray upstairs.
    Sang Yu was still practicing, almost completely immersed in the dance. She was covered in sweat, her ballet costume was soaked, and her forehead was also covered in sweat.
    But she still didn't stop, constantly spinning with her toes pointed.
    Huo Yan knocked on the door, but no one answered. He
    frowned, his expression becoming more serious, and pushed the door open.
    Sang Yu was still practicing intently to the music.
    Huo Yan immediately cut off the music.
    Sang Yu's dance steps paused abruptly.
    "Brother Yan?"
    Sang Yu asked, slightly out of breath, looking up at Huo Yan.
    Huo Yan, carrying a tray, strode towards her with a cold expression.
    Sang Yu wiped the sweat from her brow. "Why are you here?"
    Seeing the plate in his hand, she knew he was probably here to feed her, just like Aunt Rong. She said directly, "Brother Yan, I'm skipping dinner for the next few days."
    She needed to be even slimmer for her upcoming performance.
    Huo Yan's expression was cold. His gaze fixed on her face for two seconds before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her aside.
    Sang Yu was slightly startled by his action, somewhat confused. "Brother Yan?"
    Seeing that she seemed reluctant to leave, Huo Yan simply reached out and picked her up.
    Sang Yu was slightly taken aback and subconsciously struggled a little, "Brother Yan, what are you doing?"
    Huo Yan carried her to the carpet next to him.
    After Sang Yu mentioned it before, Huo Yan had filled the dance studio with fluffy carpets.
    "Let's eat."
    Huo Yan pushed the plate in front of Sang Yu and got straight to the point.
    Sang Yu paused, frowned, and touched her stomach. "I won't eat now. I'll eat after the performance."
    Huo Yan frowned, picked up a carton of milk, and asked, "Do you want me to feed you?"
    Sang Yu blinked, sweat still on her forehead, her ballet costume tightly hugging her body. "If you want to feed me milk, Brother Yan, that's fine too."
    Huo Yan looked at her, his Adam's apple bobbing, and placed the milk carton in her hand. "Drink it yourself."
    Sang Yu nodded, feeling genuinely tired, and stretched out her legs, sitting down on the carpet and slowly drinking from the straw.
    Her legs were long and slender, the kind of straight, cartoon-like legs without an ounce of excess fat.
    The white ballet costume gave them a subtle, pure allure.
    She drank her milk from the straw while stretching her legs out in front of Huo Yan, gently swaying them.
    Huo Yan looked at her, a strange emotion flashing in his eyes, and got up to leave.
    Sang Yu called out to him, "Yan-ge, where are you going?"
    She instinctively stretched out her leg to block his path.
    Huo Yan stumbled, looking down at the girl beneath him.
    Sang Yu was biting on a milk straw, a few milk stains inexplicably on the corner of her lips, her bright, dark eyes sparkling as she looked at him.
    "Yan-ge, will you be my audience later? I've practiced so many times by myself, but something still feels off."
    Sang Yu was telling the truth; she had rehearsed the music countless times, but she still felt unsatisfied.
    Huo Yan, tugged at by her hem, paused slightly, then stopped and sat down.
    Sang Yu smiled, "Thank you, Yan-ge."
    She quickly finished the rest of her milk, ate a couple of bites of bread, and then got up to walk towards the full-length mirror.
    Huo Yan stood behind her, watching her slowly straighten her legs to the music, her body fully outlining itself.
    Sang Yu danced very well this time, finishing her pose by lying supine on the floor.
    As she finished her last dance step, she collapsed to the ground, her chest heaving slightly, her damp hair falling across her forehead.
    She looked as if she had just finished a strenuous workout.
    Huo Yan got up and walked to her, stopping in front of her, and extended a hand.
    Sang Yu lay on her back looking at him, her eyes bright, her voice weak,
    "Tired, can't get up."
    "Brother Yan, carry me."
    Huo Yan paused for two seconds in front of her, then bent down, hooked his arm around her slender waist, and pulled her up from the ground.
    Sang Yu smiled mischievously, nimbly wrapping her legs around his waist, clinging to him like a koala.
    
    Huo Yan's movements stiffened noticeably for a moment, a slight shadow crossing his handsome, cold face. He looked up at the person clinging to him. "Aren't you out of energy?"
    Sang Yu's long legs supported his lean waist. She moved a couple of times, blinked, and smiled, saying, "I'm definitely out of energy for dancing, but I still have the strength to hold onto Brother Yan."
    Huo Yan wrapped one arm around her waist, supporting her steadily, and with the other hand, he brushed aside the damp strands of hair from her forehead. His voice was soft. "Tired?"
    Sang Yu blinked, looking up at the ceiling. The mirror reflected the two of them making a scene. She blinked. "It's alright."
    Huo Yan pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow slightly. "Alright? Then get down."
    Sang Yu immediately shook her head and hugged him tighter. "No, my legs are too weak."
    Huo Yan was a little helpless. "Shall I carry you back to your room first?"
    Sang Yu nodded, then suddenly remembered something. "Brother Yan, it's already dark outside, isn't it?"
    Huo Yan frowned and nodded. "Yes, it's already nine o'clock at night."
    Sang Yu's eyes lit up, and she moved her legs, making the two of them even closer together.
    Huo Yan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he subtly pulled her back by the waist. "Don't move."
    Sang Yu ignored him, her voice tinged with excitement. "Brother Yan, let's go see the stars! There's a Perseid meteor shower tonight!"
    "Perseid meteor shower?" Huo Yan frowned, not quite understanding such things.
    Sang Yu had only heard about it from Zhang Qile and other classmates after school that evening. Apparently, it only happens once every few hundred years, and making a wish upon a shooting star is very effective.
    Huo Yan glanced at the time. "Why don't you go back to your room and change your clothes?"
    Sang Yu shook her head, refusing. "No, we're going to be late! The meteor shower starts at 9:30 PM, we need to get out of here quickly!"
    Huo Yan, somewhat exasperated by her movements, his eyes darkened slightly. "Okay, get down first."
    Sang Yu nodded and immediately jumped off him.
    She seemed to be poked by something as she jumped down. Thinking about the meteor shower, Sang Yu didn't have time to think much of it and quickly pulled Huo Yan outside.
    Aunt Rong was already asleep, and the two of them quietly went out.
    Few people ventured out at night in this neighborhood, so they went to the lawn.
    The stars were numerous, but the moon wasn't very bright.
    Sang Yu, wearing a white ballet dress and Huo Yan's suit jacket draped over her shoulders, ran ahead excitedly.
    "Brother Yan, come quick!"
    Sang Yu hurried to a bench on the lawn and sat down.
    Huo Yan watched her retreating figure and walked over unhurriedly.
    Sang Yu pulled him to sit down. "Brother Yan, what wish do you want to make?"
    Huo Yan's expression was indifferent, and he spoke without emotion. "What about you?"
    Sang Yu pouted. "I asked you first!"
    Huo Yan hummed in agreement, his large hand subtly taking hers. He looked up at the night sky and said softly,
    "Your wish is mine."
    Sang Yu was startled, feeling her hand being held. "Brother Yan?"
    Huo Yan didn't turn to look at her, as if holding hands was nothing out of the ordinary, as if nothing had happened.
    Sang Yu looked at him, pursed her lips, and felt a slight calm in her heart.
    All around was quiet, save for the chirping of cicadas and the croaking of frogs in the pond.
    Sang Yu turned her head slightly closer to Huo Yan, looking up at the stars, waiting for the meteor shower.
    "Shouldn't we get a stargazing device?"
    Sang Yu suddenly thought of something and whispered.
    Huo Yan didn't speak, quietly holding her hand, and said calmly, "Should I have someone bring one over now?"
    Actually, he didn't want to break the silence.
    Sang Yu shook her head, "No, this is fine too."
    Sang Yu didn't want to be disturbed.
    Just the two of them waiting for the meteor shower together was quite romantic.
    Sang Yu stared intently at the sky.
    Huo Yan turned his head, looking at her profile.
    "Brother Yan!"
    Sang Yu suddenly spoke, pulling her hand away from Huo Yan's and pointing to a streak of stars in the sky.
    "Make a wish!"
    Sang Yu clasped her hands together and closed her eyes.
    Huo Yan looked at her, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. He didn't close his eyes, but continued to gaze at her.
    Sang Yu finished making her wish devoutly, then turned to look at Huo Yan, their eyes meeting instantly.
    "Brother Yan, what...why are you staring at me like that?"
    Huo Yan's expression was indifferent, his long legs slightly crossed, his posture somewhat relaxed. He said casually, "Hmm, you look very serious when you make your wish."
    Sang Yu blinked. "Didn't you make a wish?"
    Huo Yan looked up at the starry sky. "Didn't you make one? The gods probably can't hear too many wishes at once. It's enough if only one of yours comes true."
    Sang Yu was taken aback by his words, momentarily stunned.
    Huo Yan didn't speak, gazing at the stars for a while.
    "Going back?"
    He stood up, handing Sang Yu his hand.
    He didn't even ask about her wish.
    Sang Yu was still wearing his coat, with only a thin ballet outfit underneath.
    "Brother Yan, aren't you going to ask about my wish?" Sang Yu blinked at him.
    Huo Yan looked down at her, his expression indifferent, his sharply defined features appearing somewhat angular in the darkness.
    "I know your wish."
    Sang Yu paused, blinking. "What?"
    Huo Yan chuckled, raising his hand to tap her forehead. "Does what I say come true?"
    Sang Yu pursed her lips. "But how would I know if you didn't tell me…"
    Huo Yan vaguely guessed her next sentence, a slight chuckle playing on his lips.
    Sang Yu bit her lip, thinking he was mocking her. "What are you laughing at?"
    Huo Yan's expression was indifferent. "Hmm, you're really cute."
    Sang Yu was stunned.
    For a moment, she was bewildered.
    "What?"
    She looked up at Huo Yan, her expression blank. This was the first time she'd heard Huo Yan praise her so directly.
    He said… she was cute?
    Huo Yan raised an eyebrow at her. "Didn't you hear me?"
    Sang Yu blushed slightly and nodded. "Yeah, I didn't hear you."
    Huo Yan looked at her, his gaze lingering on her face. He curved his lips slightly and said, word by word,
    "I said, Sang Yu, you're so cute."
    Sang Yu looked at him, slightly stunned. "Brother Yan..."
    Huo Yan raised his hand and waved in front of her. "Hmm?"
    Sang Yu's face flushed slightly. "Why are you suddenly..."
    Huo Yan looked at her. "Suddenly praising you?"
    Sang Yu nodded.
    Huo Yan looked up at the sky, curved his lips slightly, and said calmly,
    "Maybe... it's because the moonlight is so beautiful tonight."