As soon as she got out, she became the center of attention. She preferred to believe their looks were admiring, though they clearly were not.
Some people behind her laughed uncontrollably. A boy tried to approach and say “Hi” but was immediately dragged away. Many voices called out “Beautiful girl!” behind her.
Yu Luo felt somewhat panicked. She couldn’t stand being the center of attention.
These guys are really annoying, harassing her during class, surrounding her during breaks, driving Xia Yuluo almost crazy. But this isn’t even the most unlucky thing in her life; the most unlucky thing happened after the history class.
The history class was about the modern history of the Marco Polo Bridge Incident. The teacher intended to find a student to stand up and talk about the Japanese invasion conspiracy. He scanned the room with his eyes, “Oh, Xia Yuluo, you come and tell everyone about it.”
Xia Yuluo was a patriotic and passionate youth. She stood up and harshly criticized the Japanese, speaking with fervor that even moved the teacher, who said, “Xia Yuluo, while we must not forget national humiliation, you should also take care of your health and not make yourself sick.”
Actually, she didn’t hate them that much; she just had a belly full of anger today and was taking the opportunity to vent.
“You’re in trouble,” her deskmate suddenly sneered at her after she sat down.
As soon as the bell rang, Xia Yuluo prepared to face another round of attacks. Strangely, no one paid attention to her. Only a tall, long-haired girl walked up to her, rolled a book into a tube, and tapped her desk, “Xia Yuluo, do you really hate Japanese people?”
Xia Yuluo looked up fearlessly, “Yes, don’t you like Japanese people?”
The girl slammed the book on the desk, “I am Japanese, and you dared to criticize me in front of everyone!”
Yuluo looked down at the book’s cover, which was marked with a fluorescent pen: Kobayashi Eiko.
“I didn’t mean to criticize you, I was talking about the Japanese from the past,” Yuluo explained.
“The Japanese from the past are my grandfather!” Kobayashi Eiko glared with her almond-shaped eyes.
“Was your grandfather part of the invading Japanese army?”
“Whether he invaded or not is none of your business!”
