Chapter 131: Chapter 131

She wasn’t even angry.

"Young lady, here are your two options: First, call your driver to pick you up. Second, give me your home address, and I’ll take you back."

Without hesitation, Gao Yuyue chose the second option.

While waiting for a taxi, Gao Yuyue leaned close to Shen You’an and whispered, "I need to discuss something with you."

Shen You’an glanced at her. "Speak."

"Take me off your blacklist."

Shen You’an pulled out her phone and fiddled with it for a moment.

"Satisfied? Now you can go home peacefully, right?"

"Tomorrow is Xiaojing’s birthday party. You should come too. I’ll pick you up, no arguments."

Before Shen You’an could respond, Gao Yuyue quickly hopped into a taxi, rolled down the window, and waved at her.

"I’ll call you tomorrow. Make sure to answer, or I’ll pester you every single day until you’re fed up with me."

With that, she told the driver to start driving.

Shen You’an watched the taxi disappear into the distance and let out a helpless smile.

On the way back on the bus, Shen You’an’s phone vibrated nonstop, forcing her to finally open it.

It turned out the class rep had added her to a group chat named "Lanya High School Class A."

As the class rep, Wang Chiru was the only one in the class who had Shen You’an’s WeChat contact.

Within this group, the entire Class A was present—and Shen You’an was the last to join.

Ren Chong: Welcome, Class Genius! 🎉

Zhang Zirui: Welcome, Class Genius! 🎉

Song Xiaojing: Welcome, Class Genius! 🎉

Over a dozen messages came in a row, all perfectly synchronized.

These students were clearly Shen You’an’s supporters. As for those who remained silent, who knew what they were thinking?

Gao Yuyue: Welcome, Class Genius! 🎉 [Spinning Emoji]

Everyone knew how proud Gao Yuyue was—she showed face to no one. Especially Shen You’an, whom she had targeted for years. For her to send a message like that in the group stunned everyone.

Had Gao Yuyue been possessed?

Just then, a friend request popped up. It was from Gao Yuyue, accompanied by a note: "You HAVE to add me!!!"

It exuded an intimidating vibe, like a tigress baring its sharp claws.

Shen You’an accepted the request, and Gao Yuyue immediately sent a smiley face.

Soon after, three more friend requests came in, each labeled with the sender’s name.

Shen You’an matched the names to faces in her mind and accepted them.

Meanwhile, Song Xiaojing sent a message in the group: "For my birthday party tomorrow, let me know in the group if you’re coming so I can prepare food! Oh, and the theme is ’Cosmic Galaxy.’ Tomorrow night, the largest Orionid meteor shower will occur. Even though it’s a full moon and the meteors will be dimmer, don’t worry—I’ve already scouted the best viewing spot. You’ll all get to enjoy a romantic meteor shower!"

Hearing about the prime viewing spot for the meteor shower, the group immediately began to RSVP enthusiastically.

Song Xiaojing: @Gu Bichen, Gu, are you coming?

Gu Bichen remained silent as ever.

Song Xiaojing considered tagging Liu Runxi but hesitated.

Liu Runxi never attended these kinds of parties, always staying low-profile and out of sight. Song Xiaojing didn’t feel confident she could convince him, and it might even invite ridicule from classmates.

Song Xiaojing: @Shen You’an, Shen, you have to come, okay?

Gao Yuyue: Don’t worry, Shen You’an will definitely be there.

Shen You’an closed her phone and leaned back, resting her eyes.

When Shen You’an got home, the moon was already high in the sky.

The house was quiet; her uncle hadn’t returned yet.

After taking a shower, Shen You’an started working on practice problems.

The progress bar on her study system ticked to 92%. By the time it hit 93%, it was already past eleven. Her mind was brimming with new knowledge, and she stretched contentedly.

Heading to the bathroom, she heard the door unlock. Zhang Jian trudged in, looking exhausted.

Seeing Shen You’an step out of the bathroom, Zhang Jian smiled wearily. "Still up this late?"

Shen You’an frowned slightly. "Uncle, how’s the project going?"

Zhang Jian walked to the kitchen, took a bottle of water from the fridge, and replied with his back turned, "The inspection phase is over. The contract should be signed in the next couple of days. Don’t worry about your uncle’s work—I can handle it."

"Has Song Qi been giving you any trouble again?"

Zhang Jian paused. He thought about Song Qi approaching him that afternoon and the things he said. His eyes darkened slightly, and his grip on the plastic water bottle tightened unconsciously, creasing it without realizing.

But his voice remained calm. "You’re overthinking it, An’an. What trouble could he possibly cause me?"

"Let’s hope so. It’s late—get some rest, Uncle."