Chapter 90: The Delicate and Willful Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character (8)

Even though Qiao Yiyi was upset, she still brought Song Jing food.

After all, feeding him was something she had to do—just like how he used to send her money every month without fail.

The college entrance exam was coming. Studying was so hard. How could he not eat well?

As for Song Jing, even though he was jealous, he still had to organize the study notes, still had to pay attention to people, and he could not act too cold. He had to accept the food.

Otherwise, if little puffer Qiao got upset, her baby face would instantly fall.

Qiao Yiyi would not just be unhappy—she would also tell Song Jing to control his expression and say to him, “I don’t like you being so cold to me. You need to change yourself.”

Song Jing: “…..”

“You need to change. Do you hear me?” She handed him the bag. “Today I brought you cola chicken wings. Hurry and change your attitude.”

Song Jing looked at her anxious expression. It was as if, if he did not agree in the next second, she would stomp her foot and puff up on the spot.

Pufferfish are just like that.

When they’re upset, they puff up. Qiao Yiyi’s face was soft and chubby—it really looked the part.

“Okay,” Song Jing gave in, only saying, “I’ll try my best.”

Actually, he didn’t know how to change.

As soon as Qiao Yiyi heard that, she immediately broke into a bright smile and handed over another bag. “I washed your jacket for you. Here you go.” Her eyes widened as she added with emphasis, “I thought using the washing machine wasn’t clean enough, so I washed it by hand—twice!”

Song Jing looked at her delicate and fair hands, frowned slightly, and blurted out, “Just give it to me next time.”

He felt that she was born to be pampered and did not need to do such things.

“There’s a next time?” Qiao Yiyi laughed even more happily.

Song Jing remained silent. He did not meet her eyes. He pursed his lips and changed the subject, “I’ve finished organizing the chemistry key points. You still need to do more targeted practice. I’ll give you a few sets of exercises later.”

“Don’t you have to go buy them too?” Qiao Yiyi interrupted him, “Are you free this weekend during the break? Let’s go buy them together. You can help me choose.”

“Okay.”

Qiao Yiyi spoke with a hint of anticipation and longing, “I’ll treat you to barbecue!”

There was still quite a bit of money left on her card. She could afford several good meals.

She found eating alone boring and liked the lively feeling of someone eating with her.

Song Jing recalled the last time they had barbecue. She only had a few bites herself. Her face was full of smiles the whole time as she kept feeding him.

After going home, he had dreams for several days in a row.

All the dreams were about her face.

Before his face turned red, Song Jing turned his back to her and walked ahead.

Qiao Yiyi did not suspect anything. She continued to chatter behind him. She was a talkative person. Her voice was crisp, soft, and sweet. She could share every little thing about herself without holding back.

As Song Jing listened, his brows gradually relaxed. He unconsciously slowed his pace, enjoying the time spent with her.

Inside the classroom.

When the two entered, the classroom was still empty.

Qiao Yiyi turned on the lights, opened the window, and then took out her Chinese textbook and began reciting.

Her strengths were English and biology. She could consistently score high in those subjects. She studied biology purely out of interest. As for English, it was for preparing to study abroad.

Before, she only studied casually, but she was fairly smart. After putting in effort, she found her grades steadily improving and her knowledge framework becoming more complete.

In the large classroom, Qiao Yiyi’s voice reading aloud was clear and distinct. Every word could be heard. Song Jing did not want to interrupt her. He silently got up and gently placed the organized notebook on her desk.

“Thanks, you’ve worked hard—” she still made time to say this, her voice soft and sticky.

Song Jing felt a sugary sweetness in his heart. He softened his tone, “It’s nothing. Keep reciting. I’ll do some exercises.”

Her reading continued.

Song Jing opened his exercise book, but his eyes were actually on the jacket in the bag.

She had washed it with her own hands.

He touched it gently. The stuffy feeling that had lingered in his heart lately suddenly vanished again.

Qiao Yiyi’s feelings toward him should be different.

If he got angry, he would seem too immature. Besides, it was their third year of high school. He could not affect her mood. She still had to study.

As class time approached, Hao Qin walked into the classroom right on time, eyes squinting, still dazed.

“Did you stay up late last night?” Qiao Yiyi asked.

“Yeah.” As soon as she heard this, Hao Qin became spirited. “Last night, I found a super good anime. Oh my god, let me tell you—”

“Don’t say it.” Qiao Yiyi tilted her textbook toward her, blocking her face, “Watch as much as you want after the college entrance exam. Focus on morning reading now.”

“Aiya, I’m still not fully awake.” Hao Qin pushed her book away.

“Still, don’t talk.”

“I’m going to talk.”

“Don’t talk.”

……

The scene of the two playfully bickering appeared every one or two days.

At first, Song Jing did not quite understand their behavior. Later on, he would silently observe, mainly because he liked watching Qiao Yiyi puff up angrily like a pufferfish.

It was kind of cute.

But occasionally, when Hao Qin bullied her too much, he would feel annoyed. So whenever Hao Qin came to him with questions or to borrow test papers, he would ignore her.

As they messed around, Hao Qin suddenly leaned closer to Qiao Yiyi and asked, “Christmas Eve is coming. Are we still folding Christmas trees?”

Qiao Yiyi asked, “What Christmas trees?”

“You asked me to buy a lot of colored paper online. You said you wanted to fold Christmas trees to give to someone.” Hao Qin winked at her.

Hao Qin had originally been planning to give one to Lin Hao. Later, Qiao Yiyi told her not to bother with those two from Class Three, and she forgot about it. But when she got home and saw the colored paper again, she remembered.

When Hao Qin said this, Song Jing’s hand paused. His deep eyes behind the glasses darkened.

His hearing was too good. Last time, he had also heard Qiao Yiyi and Hao Qin talking about giving the Christmas tree to Shi Jiachen. They even said it would be best to plan a confession and have a romantic anniversary.

Qiao Yiyi had completely forgotten about this. She casually said, “Forget it.”

Before Song Jing could feel relieved, she changed her mind and said, “You should still bring the colored paper to school.”

“Didn’t you say you weren’t going to bother with that Shi Jiachen anymore?” Hao Qin instinctively assumed she wanted to fold it for Shi Jiachen.

Since Song Jing was still behind them, Qiao Yiyi quickly tugged her clothes, signaling her to stop talking.

Hao Qin thought she was just shy and afraid others would find out early, so she quickly covered her mouth.

The two whispering together looked even more like love-struck girls.

“Ring ring ring—”

Snap—

The second class bell rang. Song Jing snapped the pen in his hand. His eyes showed a layer of coldness.

During the break, Qiao Yiyi still wanted to ask Song Jing a question. When she turned around, she saw he had been lying on his desk and had not lifted his head. He rarely did this, so she thought he had not rested well last night and did not bother him.

Until school ended, Qiao Yiyi got up to go home and saw Song Jing still lying on the desk. She softly asked, “Are you not feeling well?”

Why had he kept his head down all morning during breaks?

Song Jing did not reply.

“Song Jing?”

Song Jing shook his head slightly, but he still did not lift his head.

“I’m going home,” she said again.

Song Jing said, “Okay.”

Qiao Yiyi looked at him, his head still down, giving off a don’t-bother-me vibe again. She felt annoyed for no reason. She clenched her small fists and said angrily, “Your attitude is not proper again!”

Song Jing: “……”

By the time he lifted his head, she had already walked out the door.

Judging by the back view, her mood probably wasn’t that good.

Song Jing furrowed his brows tightly and broke the pen he was holding again.

“It seems like it’s raining outside.” Students outside kept talking and stood in the corridor, reaching their hands out the window.

Someone responded, “It’s just a drizzle, no big deal.”

Song Jing looked out the window. There was no obvious sign of rain in the sky, but there were tiny water droplets on the glass.

He thought of Qiao Yiyi not bringing an umbrella, and he didn’t have one either.

Though the rain was light, the weather had turned cold recently. Getting wet could cause a cold, and judging by the time, she was still on her period, so she definitely couldn’t get wet.

Without much thought, Song Jing grabbed the meal she gave him today and the jacket she lent him, then headed downstairs.

At the bottom of the teaching building.

Qiao Yiyi had just reached the stair entrance when a cold wind hit her.

She shivered from the cold.

The ground outside was damp, and a drizzle was falling.

Most students going downstairs didn’t have umbrellas. They tested with their hands, used books to shield, walked out directly, or ran back to their dorms.

Qiao Yiyi felt some discomfort in her lower abdomen; catching a cold was sure if she got chilled.

That was why she hesitated.

Seeing no one left in the teaching building, Qiao Yiyi reached out again to feel the rain outside. She couldn’t just wait like this. Her school uniform jacket didn’t have a hood, but she didn’t care and stepped down the stairs.

“Qiao Yiyi!”

After she stepped down and was about to jog home, a voice came from behind.

She immediately recognized it as Song Jing’s, her face brightened with a smile, and she turned to look at him.

“Come up!” Song Jing looked anxious.

“I’m going home.” She said while slowly walking back.

“Come up first.”

…

Zhang Shuying followed Song Jing downstairs. She wanted to stop him and ask why he didn’t give her contact info last time, which embarrassed her so much.

She had bet with her best friend, confident she could win over Song Jing, saying that a dull guy like him was actually easy to flirt with.

When the other person didn’t believe her, Zhang Shuying impulsively went to find Song Jing, but he didn’t give her any face, not even a proper glance.

Zhang Shuying failed to get his contact info and was laughed at behind her back. She could not swallow this grudge.

So what if Song Jing studied well? He dressed old-fashioned and wasn’t handsome. The only reason she liked him was because he was the top in the city — that was his only shining point.

What was he so proud of?

At the stair entrance, Zhang Shuying heard Song Jing call out a name.

Qiao Yiyi?

Wasn’t she the well-known flirt?

She spoke with a clipped voice, always dramatic and spoiled. Zhang Shuying hated her the most because she noticed Qiao Yiyi had better luck with guys than she did.

Then Zhang Shuying saw a scene that made her want to bite her teeth to bits.

Song Jing actually took his school uniform jacket and helped that flirt put it over her head.

Moreover, Qiao Yiyi was looking at Song Jing with a bright smile.

Great, this flirt was also seducing the guy that she liked!