DLSRWAR Chapter 9 Don’t you know my size?

Not long after returning to the classroom, Chen Lanping indeed walked in, leading a young man dressed in a white shirt and black trousers.

With a genuine smile, Chen Lanping introduced, “Let me introduce you to our class’s new transfer student, Ye Hancheng.”

Qin Yumian, who had been reading with her head down, looked up when she heard the name.

Sure enough, it was the same young man who had helped them a few days ago.

As their eyes met, the young man gave her a bright smile, his eyes shining almost too brilliantly.

Out of politeness, Qin Yumian returned a faint smile before lowering her gaze, hiding the deep suspicion in her eyes.

Chen Lanping wanted to assign Ye Hancheng a seat closer to the front, but his height made that impossible, so he had to sit at the back.

Ye Hancheng didn’t care much about where he sat; he had transferred here for his wife, not to study seriously.

He chose a seat near the back door and put down his backpack. His deskmate was another tall male student.

Even though Ye Hancheng was dressed simply, the watch on his wrist clearly wasn’t something you’d find in a small store. Combined with his distinct air of refinement, Deng Yuanze didn’t dare to greet his new deskmate.

But Ye Hancheng, without any sense of aloofness, took the initiative and asked, “Classmate, there’s something I’d like to ask.”

Deng Yuanze straightened up, looking as if he were facing a great challenge, and nodded, “Sure, go ahead.”

Since Ye Hancheng had just arrived, the school hadn’t given him any textbooks, so his desk held only a pen.

With one hand supporting his temple and the other skillfully spinning the pen, his gaze passed over the front rows and landed directly on the girl sitting by the window in the third row. “Qin Yumian from your class… How are her grades?”

Deng Yuanze was momentarily stunned, not expecting that question. Once he gathered his thoughts, he replied, “The sports rep’s grades are decent.”

Their class was known to be one of the weaker ones at No. 2 High School, so even if someone ranked in the top ten within the class, their school-wide ranking was probably outside the top two hundred.

“Last time, the sports rep scored over 400 points.”

Over 400 points?

That’s 200 points more than him…

Ye Hancheng suddenly remembered that his wife had graduated from the prestigious Tsinghua University’s Academy of Fine Arts and had even started her own comic studio with friends while still in school.

To get into Tsinghua University’s Academy of Fine Arts, the cultural score needed to be at least 580 points.

Ye Hancheng: “…”

So his wife wasn’t a poor student like him.

After class, Chen Lanping asked the class monitor to help the new student get his school uniform and study materials.

Naturally, the uniforms weren’t free; they had to be purchased.

The class monitor, a girl with glasses, looked at the new student’s tall figure and hesitated, unsure how to ask him to pay for the uniform.

Thinking that Qin Yumian usually got along well with the boys in the class, she approached her. “Sports rep, Teacher Chen asked me to help the new student get his uniform, but as usual, we need to collect the payment first…”

Hao Jiajia, who was browsing her phone for a sweatshirt worn by her idol on Taobao, looked up at the class monitor. “The sports rep doesn’t even know the new student.”

The class monitor bit her lip, her eyes resembling a startled rabbit’s, both anxious and hopeful as she gazed at Qin Yumian.

Though Qin Yumian wasn’t particularly close with the class monitor, they got along well enough, and she happened to know the new student.

Not wanting to make the class monitor feel awkward, Qin Yumian agreed casually, “I’ll go talk to him.”

The class monitor immediately breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

Just as Ye Hancheng was probing his deskmate for information about his wife, he saw her walking straight toward them.

Ye Hancheng: “??”

Could it be that their conversation had been too loud and his wife overheard?

Qin Yumian stopped beside their desk, her delicate, pretty face adorned with a faint smile. “Hello, we meet again.”

At the sight of his wife’s smile, Ye Hancheng’s mind seemed to slow down considerably.

The pen in his hand nearly slipped, and he fumbled to catch it, clearing his throat before speaking. “You still remember me?”

Qin Yumian nodded. “You made quite an impression.”

It was the first time anyone had ever handed her a bunch of bank cards right after meeting.

Deng Yuanze looked back and forth between his new deskmate and Qin Yumian, suddenly realizing what was going on.

No wonder the new deskmate had been asking about the sports rep—turns out he already knew her.

When he heard his wife say he’d made a strong impression, Ye Hancheng’s eyes lit up, and he pressed further, “How strong? The kind you’ll never forget for the rest of your life?”

Qin Yumian: “…”

It wasn’t that serious. Not even close.

“Something like that,” Qin Yumian replied vaguely before moving on to the main point. “The class monitor is going to help you get your uniform. You need to give her your size and 100 yuan.”

Ye Hancheng looked surprised. “Don’t you know my size?”

Qin Yumian: “?”

How would she know that?

Seeing a hint of confusion in her eyes, Ye Hancheng suddenly realized that this was his wife from seven years ago—she hadn’t measured his size personally yet.

Staring at her tender, pretty face, Ye Hancheng felt a bit embarrassed, his ears inexplicably turning red. In a low voice, he said, “My size is only seventeen right now.”

Worried that she might dislike him for being too small, Ye Hancheng quickly added, “But it’ll grow bigger later!”

In a couple of years, he’d definitely reach international standards!

Qin Yumian looked confused. Seventeen? Was that his age?

“I’m asking for your clothing size.”

Ye Hancheng: “…”

Fuck, it turned out she wasn’t asking about that size?

Not understanding why his ears were so red, Qin Yumian asked, “What size is seventeen?”

Ye Hancheng sat up straight, and said expressionlessly. “Arm size.”

Qin Yumian didn’t think much of it. “Oh. Then just tell me your clothing size.”

“XXL.”

She nodded, indicating that she understood, and then reminded him, “You still need to pay the 100 yuan for the uniform.”

Ye Hancheng pulled out his wallet, took out all the cash he had, and stuffed it into her hand.

Qin Yumian: “…”

“100 yuan is enough.” Qin Yumian pulled out a red banknote, then returned the rest to the boy.

Ye Hancheng looked at his wife’s slightly calloused hands, feeling very distressed. “The rest is my gift for you.”

Qin Yumian: “?”

Who gives cash as a gift?

Qin Yumian shook her head. “Thank you, but I don’t need money.”

Seeing her refusal, Ye Hancheng didn’t insist. “How about I buy you some hand cream?”

A hand cream wasn’t that expensive, but wasn’t the boy being inexplicably a little too nice to her?

“No need, thank you,” Qin Yumian declined again.

Being turned down by his wife once more, Ye Hancheng instinctively felt a bit unhappy. When he wanted to buy something for his wife, the only option she had should be to accept!

“It’s decided then.” Ye Hancheng pretended not to hear her refusal and buried his head on the desk. “I’m going to sleep now, don’t talk to me.”

Qin Yumian: “…”

What a move—covering one’s ears while stealing a bell, deceiving both oneself and others.

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