Sheepadu
Stories
3
Chapters
371
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654.9 K
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Reading
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She brushed past the teacher standing in front of her and met Wang Yang’s parents head-on, gaze unwavering, not flinching, not dodging. “I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve called you about Wang Yang,” she said, voice tight. “How many times did I tell you to pay more attention to his emotional well-being? To just spend time with him?” She took a breath, shoulders rigid. “I get it. You work hard to support your family. You’re tired. I respect that. But can’t you stop using his…-
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The peacock cried? Ji Yun stood frozen in shock, unable to move a single step. In her mind, the peacock had always been proud, arrogant, wrapped in bristles and barbs, always acting like she couldn't tolerate even a hint of bullying. And now she was crying? Could it be that all that bravado had been a facade? That underneath it all, the peacock was fragile? So fragile she could only let herself break down under the cover of darkness? Is this who the real peacock is? Ji Yun looked at her, heart aching.…
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“How about it? What now?” Yu Shuyan narrowed her eyes at Ji Yun. Without warning, she lifted her hand and pressed her fingertip against Ji Yun’s slightly swollen lips, giving them a firm rub. A beat passed. Then she smirked. “Don’t tell me… you still want to sleep with me?” Ji Yun arched a brow, her gaze gleaming with challenge. “So what if I do, Peacock? Don’t tell me you’re scared.” Scared? Yu Shuyan let out a loud, incredulous laugh. She tossed her hair over one shoulder with…
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“Jiang Shu is a straight-A student, there’s nothing to worry about.” Ji Yun’s eyes lit up, a little too eagerly. “That’s even more reason to go! I’ve never had the honor of being on that side of the table. I was always the one getting roasted—every report card was followed by a round of bamboo shoot pork stir-fry at home.” She grinned. “Let me live vicariously for once. Oh! Do they still have those ‘Outstanding Parent’ speeches? I’ll go up for you. I can wing it. I’ve got…
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Thrown out of the classroom like yesterday’s trash, Ji Yun’s rage reached critical mass. She stormed through the campus like a human-shaped grenade, seconds away from detonation, muttering curses with every step. That damn peacock. She had the nerve to pretend she didn’t know her? Oh, she was done playing nice. The moment she got the chance, she was plucking every last one of her feathers. And if she didn’t, she wasn’t a Ji. Her heels clicked furiously against the pavement as she stomped down…
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Seeing her confusion, Qiao Ziman leaned in conspiratorially. “Let me tell you a little secret—when I get mad, it never lasts long. I just need a minute to cool off in a wardrobe or something, and I’m good. No need to worry.” Chi Yin: “…” Who said I was worried? “Anyway,” Qiao Ziman continued, “I thought it through just now. Even though He Cuizhen—well, my mom—didn’t let me explain before she started hitting me, I guess I was at fault. I mean, I really did score a 49 on the…
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“Hey, Qiao Qiao, what’re you up to?” Ji Yun had one hand on the steering wheel and the other fumbling for her Bluetooth earpiece, which she popped into her ear mid-turn. On the other end, the voice sounded groggy and lifeless—definitely just woke up. “At home,” Qiao Ziman muttered. As the traffic light turned red, Ji Yun took the opportunity to glance at herself in the mirror. Flawless makeup. She grinned, pleased with what she saw. “Come out and play?” Silence. Then came a burst of…
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She pressed her ear to the door, listening for any sign of movement. “Come on, open up! I want to meet you!” Inside, Chi Yin frowned, setting down her pencil with a sigh. So noisy. She pushed back her chair and walked to the door. With a soft creak, it swung open. Qiao Ziman, caught completely off guard, stumbled forward, nearly tumbling straight inside. She froze, blinking up at the girl in front of her. Wow. The first thing she noticed was the dress—snowy white, delicate, its soft fabric…
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"Little Mute, help me!" Chi Yin's heart clenched. She sprang to her feet and rushed toward the front door. Halfway there, she suddenly stopped. Why was she panicking like this? It was completely irrational. Chi Yin forced herself to slow down, counted a few seconds, and only then opened the door. And there she was—Qiao Ziman, eyes red and watery, bursting into the room like a frightened little rabbit. She glanced around quickly, then headed straight into the bedroom. Chi Yin blinked. What…
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It was a warm spring afternoon, the kind where the sun shone just right and the breeze carried the scent of fresh blossoms. Qiao Ziman trudged home from school, her energy drained. “Dad, Mom! Your precious daughter has survived another day of trials and tribulations!” she announced dramatically as she stepped inside. Without a second thought, she yanked off her school uniform, tossing it—along with her backpack—somewhere far out of sight. “Qiao. Zi. Man!” Her mother’s voice erupted from…
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