“A-Sheng!” She spotted Liang Sheng sitting on the ground, looking utterly pitiful.
Next to notice was Liang Jin. She hadn’t paid attention to that shout at first, thinking it was the Kendeji restaurant slaughtering a pig—freshly killed and cooked on the spot. She had even been about to praise them for being such a great eatery. But then she heard Song An’an calling “A-Sheng,” and her interest piqued instantly. She glanced out the glass window and saw her cousin sprawled in the snow.
The two girls dashed out of the restaurant. The remaining kids—Su Ze, Ye Yuzhe, He Wennuo, and a bunch of clueless onlookers—also spotted the girl collapsed in the snow.
By the time they rushed outside, Liang Sheng was still hamming it up with wails and moans, clutching her leg as tears streamed down her face. She cried out things like, “Is my leg broken?” “Oh God, it hurts so much!” “Oh my God, is my leg ruined for good?”
Little Fatty was so terrified he stood frozen in place, utterly dumbfounded, watching Liang Sheng perform her one-woman show in the snow.
“It hurts, it hurts~” Liang Sheng saw the two girls rushing toward her. As they reached her side, she lifted her pitiful little face, batting her big eyes with tears rolling nonstop down her cheeks. “Wahhh, it hurts so bad, wahhh~”
“Sister Liang Sheng?” Liang Jin broke out in a cold sweat at the sight of her cousin sitting there in the snow. She hurried forward to help her up. But the moment she tugged on Liang Sheng’s arm, Liang Sheng let out another bloodcurdling squeal, startling everyone present.
“I-I’ll carry you!” Ye Yuzhe volunteered bravely, stepping forward to scoop Liang Sheng into his arms.
“Stop! Stay right there, don’t move.” Song An’an blocked him. “Don’t you know about propriety between men and women…?”
No way was she letting some guy touch her A-Sheng. Hmph~
“Huh?” Liang Jin’s attention snapped to Ye Yuzhe. Her mouth fell open in disbelief. “He’s a guy?”
But this boy—he was prettier than she was! In that instant, Liang Jin turned green with envy, sour as a lemon.
Ye Yuzhe bit his lip and nodded lightly, a bit embarrassed. He didn’t really see himself as a boy, though… He desperately wished he could be a girl.
“Song An’an, Sister Liang Sheng is in this state, and you’re still fussing over propriety?” Liang Jin shifted her focus back to her cousin, her heart aching at the sight of that pained, twitching face. Then she whipped her head around and shot Song An’an a displeased glare.
Liang Sheng sat on the ground without saying a word. Come on, don’t focus solely on how to help me up. At least ask how I fell!
Song An’an fell silent at Liang Jin’s words. She had a point, after all.
“Don’t any of you touch me!” Liang Sheng eyed the hands reaching toward her, feeling a little dizzy. “I’ll try standing up on my own. Nobody touch me—whoever does will stay single forever.”
All the hands snapped back in unison.
Now came the real performance!
Future award-winning actress Liang Sheng launched into her act.
First, she gritted her teeth and glared fiercely, like a snarling dog for the grit and some cute idol for the glare (no hate, fans—doggo shields up). She made it look like she was straining to stand, even lifting her butt a tiny bit off the ground.
Then… she plopped back down hard, bit her lower lip as if fighting back cries, let out a couple of pained whimpers, and shed a few more tears.
“I… I can’t stand… Is this leg done for?” Liang Sheng burst into fresh sobs.
Just as everyone stood around helpless, Liang Sheng couldn’t hold back anymore. Fine, if no one’s asking what happened, I’ll spill it myself!
“You guys, don’t blame that kid. It was probably just an accident~” Liang Sheng sniffled a few times, more tears trickling down.
What a rich, aromatic whiff of green tea ploy—this was a whole pot of premium Longjing.
Oh? Now everyone’s attention swung back to Little Fatty.
Liang Sheng shifted slightly, deliberately exposing the greasy handprint on her army coat.
“I-I…” Little Fatty burst into tears again, this time from sheer frustration. “That auntie fell down by herself!”
You little punk! Liang Sheng fumed inwardly. You ate my food and now you’re calling me “auntie”? I’m a youthful beauty, you know. Do all kids these days need glasses?
“Sigh~” Liang Sheng shook her head and let out a sigh. “Let’s just chalk it up to a kid’s clumsy mistake. No need to blame him.”
“Hah?” Liang Jin was the first to bristle. With her fiery temper, how could she stomach her beloved Sister Liang Sheng getting bullied like this?
“Hey, Little Fatso.” Liang Jin crouched down, grabbed the kid by his collar, and yanked the poor boy right up to her face. “Did you push my Sister Liang Sheng?”
“N-No, I didn’t!” Little Fatty was completely terrified by now.
Song An’an didn’t stop her this time. She even wanted to join in. Sure, two grown-ups ganging up on a little brat wasn’t great, but he was just a kid… And kids needed proper education from a young age! This Little Fatty clearly hadn’t had a full childhood—devoid of flying slippers and broomsticks!
“Don’t blame him. He’s just a child… Sob sob sob~~” Liang Sheng wept like a damsel in distress, even raising a delicate orchid finger. Her eyes shimmered with tears, exuding pure feminine allure. It was the kind that evoked that old song: “Woman flower, swaying in the dust… Woman flower, gently rocking in the breeze…” Whoa, hold up—off topic.
“A-Sheng.” Song An’an knelt down and gently stroked Liang Sheng’s back, her brows furrowed, her eyes brimming with worry and heartache. “Stop defending that kid. You’re too kind for your own good. Look at the state you’re in! Even if he’s a child, he has to face the consequences of his actions.”
Liang Sheng tilted her head back, chin to the sky at a perfect forty-five-degree angle, as if pondering or hesitating. In reality, she just didn’t want anyone seeing the corners of her mouth twitching with suppressed laughter.
“Sigh…” Liang Sheng lowered her head. “Fine… do what you want. Ow~ It hurts~ Wahhh~”
That did it. The two girls threw caution to the wind, morphing into attack jets as they crowded Little Fatty, their mouths running nonstop.
The scene descended into total chaos.
Of everyone there, only Su Ze seemed calm. He watched from the sidelines, occasionally letting out a cold chuckle.
This Liang Sheng… what scheme was she cooking up now?
Hmm. Su Ze raised an eyebrow, suddenly spotting the inconsistency.
This Liang Sheng was different from the last one. Her personality, grades, how she treated people, her character, hobbies, habits—everything was off. What was going on?
