Chapter 91: The Delicate and Willful Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character (9)

“I was a bit mad at you just now.” Qiao Yiyi looked at Song Jing and smiled after speaking, “But now I’m not mad anymore, I forgive you.”

“But don’t ignore me with a bad attitude in the future.”

“I will still get mad.”

Qiao Yiyi stared seriously at Song Jing as she said these words.

Song Jing was silent, looking at the school uniform on her head, “Bring it back to me this afternoon.”

She didn’t need to wash it by hand.

“Why do you care when I return it?” Qiao Yiyi said, then walked down the stairs, braving the drizzle.

“…” Song Jing looked at the rain in the air, his brows tightly furrowed.

He stood still for quite a while, seeing that the rain hadn’t gotten heavier, hoping she could get home safely.

Zhang Shuying couldn’t hold back and stepped forward to greet Song Jing, “Song Jing?”

Song Jing pretended not to hear.

He didn’t have a good impression of Zhang Shuying because he heard her say bad things about Qiao Yiyi, calling her a flirt who only knew how to seduce people.

Song Jing had been so warm to Qiao Yiyi just now, then turned his face cold again. This made Zhang Shuying angry. She snapped sharply, “Are you dating that flirt?”

Privately, everyone voted on the most beautiful girl in their grade, with Zhang Shuying and Qiao Yiyi getting the most votes.

But honestly, Qiao Yiyi had more support, though Zhang Shuying refused to admit it.

She believed she was not only the class flower but the school flower as well.

Song Jing didn’t plan to respond to Zhang Shuying. Hearing her badmouth Qiao Yiyi again, he said expressionlessly, “What does it have to do with you?”

Zhang Shuying, seeing that he didn’t deny it, became furious, “She even asked for Shi Jiachen’s contact last time. Maybe she’s with Shi Jiachen too.”

Two-timing!

Hearing this, Song Jing’s expression turned colder, “Mind your own business.”

Before she could respond, he walked away directly, not wanting to waste words on Zhang Shuying.

Zhang Shuying was so angry her head almost exploded.

*

Qiao Yiyi didn’t bring Song Jing’s jacket back that afternoon. Besides bringing him meals, she also bought him a small mousse cake.

She smiled sweetly again, like coaxing a child, “Don’t keep a stern face at me, I’ll feel really sad.” Then she pouted, “And I’ll still get mad!”

What was this?

Soft and hard tactics combined?

Song Jing looked at the cake, then silently at her, handing over the organized notes.

“Got it?” She took the notes and left a small bottle of yogurt.

Did she really think he was a child?

Song Jing really didn’t like snacks, but recently Qiao Yiyi had been giving him short-shelf-life foods. If he didn’t eat them, they’d go bad, and she kept urging him to finish them.

He used to be hungry often, but now he was always full.

And Qiao Yiyi seemed very happy every day from feeding him. To this day, he didn’t know why she was so happy.

The cake was quite tasty.

But Song Jing ate it without much appetite because from the afternoon on, Qiao Yiyi and Hao Qin had been secretly folding colored paper, whispering and discussing nonstop.

Qiao Yiyi didn’t know why she was so excited, pulling Hao Qin along as she kept talking.

This situation lasted for several days.

During that time, Qiao Yiyi and Hao Qin folded a few crooked and twisted Christmas trees. They even bought some apples and tried stuffing them inside, wrapping them to look a bit nicer.

The first Christmas tree was given to the class monitor, the second to the study committee member, the third to their group leader, and the fourth to Song Jing’s deskmate, Li Xuefeng.

Everyone was simply after the red apples inside. The early failed attempts looked too ugly. Hao Qin felt it was a waste of effort and insisted they had to stay on display for two days before being taken down.

The class monitor, being greedy, secretly tore one apart to eat the apple, then got chased around the classroom several times by Hao Qin, wielding a broom.

Christmas was indeed approaching. The operation by Qiao Yiyi and Hao Qin sparked a trend. During breaks, everyone would take out colored paper and focus on folding.

Some daring students even folded paper during class.

The subject teachers noticed and scolded them harshly.

Li Xuefeng did not throw away the Christmas tree Qiao Yiyi and Hao Qin gave him. Instead, he slowly took it apart and came over to ask Qiao Yiyi: “How is this put together? Can you teach me? I want to see if I can make it look better.”

“You want to reuse it to give it to someone?” Qiao Yiyi saw through his intention immediately.

“Hehehe—” Li Xuefeng was caught and directly admitted it.

Hao Qin said: “Damn, you sports students, are you all this insincere?”

“What do you mean by ‘we sports students’? That’s prejudice.” Li Xuefeng defended himself.

Hao Qin looked at Qiao Yiyi: “Yiyi, what do you think? Aren’t there a lot of bad guys among sports students?”

Qiao Yiyi: “I think so.”

“That’s not right—”

…

Li Xuefeng was teasing Qiao Yiyi and Hao Qin, while Song Jing didn’t look up once, holding his pen and working on problems.

They argued for two lessons, but Song Jing never turned the page of his book.

The apple Li Xuefeng took out from the Christmas tree was on the desk, so bright red that Song Jing could see it out of the corner of his eye, and he felt a sour jealousy in his heart.

Song Jing kept reflecting on whether he had spoiled Qiao Yiyi.

Now, whenever he felt unhappy because she gave something to others but not to him, he would get upset.

Although he hadn’t received a Christmas tree, she did bring him lunch today with double-skinned milk and an orange.

Song Jing still tried to control his temper somewhat and be gentler to Qiao Yiyi.

The argument ended when Li Xuefeng had to go to training. When he left, he sneaked a glance at Hao Qin, stuffed the red apple into his pocket, and started eating it right after going out.

Obviously, he was afraid of being chased with the broom but was too greedy, so he was a bit smarter than the class monitor, secretly eating it.

After Li Xuefeng left, Qiao Yiyi and Hao Qin quieted down as well.

These days, Song Jing had organized some classic chemistry problem types for Qiao Yiyi, especially targeting her weak spots. He really couldn’t stand her wasting time every day on this.

The final exam was coming soon, and she needed to prepare well.

Actually, Qiao Yiyi only folded paper during breaks. Song Jing mainly disliked that she had neglected him. He couldn’t control this feeling, not only failing to suppress it but it was getting worse.

Hao Qin got up to go to the bathroom. Song Jing gently tapped Qiao Yiyi’s shoulder with the pen’s cap end.

She immediately turned back, smiling brightly, holding the folded paper in her hand.

Song Jing’s face was cold as he handed over a notebook.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“Take a look.” He kept a bit of mystery.

“Thank you~~” Qiao Yiyi’s voice was soft and sweet. After taking it, she opened it and then put the colored paper aside, lowering her head to carefully read it.

The little notebook was densely filled with categorized knowledge points and connections within problem types, plus Song Jing’s own explanations.

After reading for a while, Qiao Yiyi looked sideways at Song Jing, her eyes full of admiration. She even gave him a thumbs-up.

“You’re amazing,” she praised, and at the same time gave him a piece of chocolate she just bought at the supermarket.

Song Jing’s mood instantly brightened, and he asked her: “Are you free tomorrow? If not, I’ll go to the bookstore and buy exercises for you.”

Tomorrow was a holiday. They had agreed to go to the bookstore together last time.

Qiao Yiyi said: “I’m free. Didn’t I say I’ll treat you to barbecue? You treat me to milk tea.”

That was how it went last time.

“Morning or afternoon?”

Qiao Yiyi leaned closer, using her hand to cover her lips, lowering her voice: “Morning. If we get up early, we can have breakfast together?”

Song Jing showed a faint smile: “Okay.”

Hao Qin came back quickly, her face flushed. As soon as she sat down, she grabbed Qiao Yiyi’s hand and snuggled close.

“What’s going on?” Qiao Yiyi asked, feeling an alarm in her heart because of Hao Qin’s shy face.

“Oh.” Hao Qin just kept hugging her, rubbing against her, saying nothing.

Song Jing hadn’t noticed Hao Qin at first. He was still lost in the joy of going out for breakfast with Qiao Yiyi tomorrow.

Qiao Yiyi and Hao Qin whispered again. Qiao Yiyi seemed even more excited. Soon, Song Jing heard the name Lin Hao.

“I want to fold a bigger one tonight, to give Lin Hao,” Hao Qin told Qiao Yiyi, holding the folded paper with a big smile. Then she leaned to Qiao Yiyi’s ear and said, “I asked around. That Shi Jiachen likes you. If you give him a Christmas tree and confess, it will definitely work.”

“Then we’ll go together? You’ll come with me.”

“Ring ring ring—”

They were just talking when the head teacher walked in, and Qiao Yiyi’s voice was drowned out by the class bell.

“Snap—” Song Jing broke another pen. His heart sank slowly, his mood dropping to the bottom, aching sourly.

He guessed right. She worked so hard just to fold Christmas trees to confess to Shi Jiachen.

After school.

Qiao Yiyi remembered she still had a membership card for a private restaurant and excitedly told Song Jing she wanted to invite him to go eat together tomorrow: “Their mango juice is really good. I have to take you to try it.”

“I might not be free tomorrow,” Song Jing said, lowering his eyes. “I’ll find another time to help you buy them.”

His emotions were unstable now, afraid she would notice.

It would affect their relationship.

“Where are you going?” Qiao Yiyi asked.

Song Jing hesitated, unable to speak, still thinking of an excuse.

Qiao Yiyi saw right through him, knowing he deliberately didn’t want to go with her. Her fist clenched tightly, instantly turning into a little pufferfish, her voice rising: “Song Jing, if I don’t see you tomorrow, I’ll cut off your meals!”

After saying that, she paced around twice, raising her head to accuse him: “You’re too much! Is it because the chocolate I gave you just now was too bitter?”

So he also became less sweet.

Song Jing: “……”

“Meet at the bookstore entrance at eight tomorrow morning.” The little pufferfish gave the order and left with a cold back.