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Zhuang Zi’ang walked into the classroom and saw Lin Mu Shi eating pan-fried buns. Xie Wen’yong was fawning over her, helping her insert a straw into her hot milk.
As expected, the school beauty never lacked suitors.
The pan-fried buns she didn’t buy; someone would be eager to buy for her.
Lin Mu Shi saw Zhuang Zi’ang, and her expression became a little unnatural. She said, “Zhuang Zi’ang, I told him I didn’t want it, but Xie Wen’yong insisted on buying it for me.”
Zhuang Zi’ang smiled faintly. “Why are you telling me this?”
Lin Mu Shi was taken aback.
Yes, why did she feel the need to distance herself from Xie Wen’yong the moment she saw Zhuang Zi’ang?
Even though they were pan-fried buns from the same shop, she felt like the ones Zhuang Zi’ang bought before tasted better.
Lin Mu Shi had a dedicated driver to pick her up and drop her off at school every day.
A moment ago, she passed by the bus stop outside the school gate and saw Zhuang Zi’ang from the car window; he was holding two cups of soy milk.
Lin Mu Shi, the school beauty, thought one of the cups was definitely for her.
Unexpectedly, Zhuang Zi’ang now only had one cup of soy milk left, and he was drinking it himself.
Was it for that girl with the peach blossom hairpin?
Zhuang Zi’ang, how could you do this?
You gave away the soy milk that belonged to me to someone else.
Zhuang Zi’ang had no idea that within a few seconds, Lin Mu Shi had such a rich inner monologue.
He sat down heavily and pulled out a magazine from Li Huang Xuan’s desk to read.
This kid, Li Huang Xuan was often late for morning readings, and being made to stand outside the classroom by Teacher Zhang was a common occurrence.
“Lin Mu Shi, drink your milk; it’s still hot.” Xie Wen’yong was still diligently fawning over the school beauty.
“Xie Wen’yong, don’t buy me breakfast anymore. I’m afraid Zhuang Zi’ang will misunderstand,” Lin Mu Shi frowned slightly.
Xie Wen’yong, upon hearing this, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Snow fluttered, the north wind howled, the world was bleak…
In Lin Mu Shi’s heart, although Zhuang Zi’ang hadn’t yet reached the standard of a perfect boyfriend, he was still the best boy in the class.
Xie Wen’yong was like a jumping clown; he wasn’t even worthy of carrying Zhuang Zi’ang’s shoes.
Especially after seeing Su Yudie yesterday, it further ignited the competitive spirit of the school beauty Lin Mu Shi.
She believed that as long as she showed a little tenderness, Zhuang Zi’ang would obediently return to her side.
Boys are all the same; they’re easily manipulated.
In class today, Zhuang Zi’ang returned to being a good student.
When Wu Qiufang came to teach math, he even proactively apologized and admitted his wrongdoing.
Reading novels in class was his fault; it was only right that he received some punishment.
Zhang Zhiyuan had informed Wu Qiufang beforehand, explaining that Zhuang Zi’ang had been ill and his emotions were somewhat agitated, leading to unusual behavior, and asked for her understanding.
That matter was considered settled.
At noon, after school, Zhuang Zi’ang and Li Huang Xuan went to the cafeteria to eat.
Actually, he had hesitated several times, wanting to text Su Yudie and ask her to have lunch together.
But then he thought that he had just seen her in the morning, and bothering her constantly would seem clingy, so he gave up.
The cafeteria was bustling with noise and chatter.
Zhuang Zi’ang and Li Huang Xuan found a corner near the automatic beverage vending machine.
“Son, why do you seem a little absent-minded?” Li Huang Xuan chewed on his braised pork.
“No, I’m eating very attentively.”
Although Zhuang Zi’ang was also eating, his eyes kept searching the crowd, as if looking for someone.
He even held his chopsticks backward without realizing it.
Boys understand boys the best.
Zhuang Zi’ang’s little thoughts were obvious to Li Huang Xuan without any guesswork.
He asked mysteriously, “Tell me again, how did you meet that girl?”
So, Zhuang Zi’ang began to recount the story, starting from their chance encounter under the ginkgo tree with Su Yudie, all the way to when he sent her off on the 19 bus after finishing their time at the library.
“You mean you ran into Teacher Zhang while holding hands and then ran half a street?” Li Huang Xuan’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Yeah, running into the homeroom teacher while climbing a wall—no one could be more unfortunate than me,” Zhuang Zi’ang said with a bitter smile.
“But that’s not the point! You held hands with that girl! Do you know that holding hands can lead to pregnancy?” Li Huang Xuan exclaimed dramatically.
“Are you kidding? Do you think being a dad is like playing house with three-year-olds?” Zhuang Zi’ang replied irritably, stabbing a piece of braised pork onto Li Huang Xuan’s plate.
Li Huang Xuan, a perpetually single guy, shamelessly pestered Zhuang Zi’ang, asking him to describe what it felt like to hold a girl’s hand.
Soft? Smooth? Did his heart race?
Zhuang Zi’ang ignored him and buried himself in his food.
Suddenly, his downward gaze caught sight of a pair of snow-white canvas shoes.
Two sections of legs, like snow lotuses, looked as if they were drawn by a cartoonist.
“Excuse me, can I sit here?”
A voice like that of an oriole, melodious and pleasant.
Zhuang Zi’ang looked up abruptly, meeting Su Yudie’s gaze.
Li Huang Xuan quickly said, “Please, please sit.”
Su Yudie put down her food tray, adjusted her skirt, and sat down beside Zhuang Zi’ang.
A faint, sweet fragrance of a young girl wafted directly into his nostrils.
“Hello, my name is Su Yudie. I’m a friend of Zhuang Zi’ang’s,” Su Yudie introduced herself to Li Huang Xuan.
“I… I’m Li Huang Xuan. I’m Zhuang Zi’ang’s dad—no, I’m his good friend.”
Li Huang Xuan had never spoken to such a beautiful girl before, and he stammered.
Zhuang Zi’ang silently criticized him, “Useless, even can’t speak properly when seeing a beautiful girl.”
“I’ll treat you both to drinks. What would you like?” Su Yudie looked at the automatic vending machine beside them.
“Really? I’ll have a Fanta,” Li Huang Xuan quickly said.
“I’ll have a Coca-Cola,” Zhuang Zi’ang said.
His doctor used to tell him to drink fewer carbonated beverages, but now the restrictions were lifted, and he could drink whatever he wanted.
Coca-Cola is also called “the happy water of fat guys,” and right now, he just wanted to find happiness in everything.
After they bought the drinks, Su Yudie asked Li Huang Xuan, “Is Zhuang Zi’ang usually a very boring person?”
Li Huang Xuan nodded affirmatively. “He’s a ruthless exam-taking machine; he’s not good at anything else. Especially video games—he made me cry.”
“Video games?” Su Yudie’s eyes showed confusion.
“Like *Honor of Kings*, don’t you play?” Li Huang Xuan asked.
“Her phone probably only has Snake and Tetris,” Zhuang Zi’ang chuckled.
“You big dummy, Zhuang Zi’ang, don’t make fun of my phone!” Su Yudie pouted, her expression adorable.
“Xiao Yudie, I’m sorry,” Zhuang Zi’ang quickly apologized, seeing that she looked like she was about to hit him.
“Xiao Yudie?” Li Huang Xuan was dumbfounded. “You’ve only known each other for a few days, and you’re already calling each other such sweet names?” “I am the butterfly,” Su Yudie pointed at herself.
At that moment, Li Huang Xuan felt a little superfluous.
Neither of them even played *Honor of Kings*—they were truly kindred spirits.
Wait, that line sounds familiar…
“You’re sure you don’t play?”
After lunch, the three of them left the cafeteria; it wasn’t even 12:30 yet.
Zhuang Zi’ang planned to go back to his rented room for a nap, so he asked Su Yudi, “I’m going back to sleep. Do you want to come?”
“Ah?” Su Yudie’s expression was shy. “Don’t you think that’s a little too direct?”
Li Huang Xuan also looked embarrassed. “Should I just leave then?”
“I am the butterfly,” Su Yudie pointed at herself.
At that moment, Li Huang Xuan felt a little superfluous.
Neither of them even played *Honor of Kings*—they were truly kindred spirits.
Wait, that line sounds familiar…
“You’re sure you don’t play?”
After lunch, the three of them left the cafeteria; it wasn’t even 12:30 yet.
Zhuang Zi’ang planned to go back to his rented room for a nap, so he asked Su Yudie, “I’m going back to sleep. Do you want to come?”
“Ah?” Su Yudie’s expression was shy. “Don’t you think that’s a little too direct?”
Li Huangxuan also looked embarrassed. “Should I just leave then?”