Zou Xinyao and Jiang Shuyi also thanked Shen Yanchuan. Jiang Shuyi even shouted exaggeratedly: “Thank you, Brother Chuan, for saving my life.”

Zou Xinyao took a sip, remembered something, and then checked the label on the cup. It was iced.

She poked Wen Tang’s back and said, “Tangtang, you can’t drink ice, right?”

Jiang Shuyi, standing next to them, looked back and forth at the two of them: “Why? It’s the middle of summer, why don’t you drink iced drinks instead of hot ones?”

Zou Xinyao turned around and explained to him, “Tangtang had gastroenteritis and just recovered a while ago. The food in the cafeteria she ate was also very light.”

Shen Yanchuan frowned and pursed his lips: “Do you have gastroenteritis?”

Wen Tang uttered an “ah” and smiled soothingly at Zou Xinyao before saying to Shen Yanchuan, “It’s fine now, just eat a lighter diet. It’s okay to drink something a little cool in this weather, and it’s not too cold after you brought it all the way back.”

She noticed that the boy’s eyebrows drooped.

Wen Tang thought for a moment and added, “I can wait a while until it’s not cold anymore before drinking it.”

Shen Yanchuan looked up at her, his expression slightly changed as if to assure her, and said, “I will remember this in the future.”

Wen Tang was confused for a moment, then realized that he should be referring to her gastroenteritis.

She wanted to say that there was no need to be so nervous, even if it was really gastroenteritis, it would be okay.

Besides, she doesn’t have gastroenteritis.

But seeing the boy’s serious expression, she swallowed what she wanted to say.

It has been a long time since her mother passed away. Apart from her grandfather and uncle, no one cares about her life, let alone her eating habits.

No. 5 Middle School is pretty good, and she likes it a little bit here.

The next time her uncle comes back, she can tell him that she met some good classmates.

Wen Tang looked at Shen Yanchuan steadily, her clear eyes twinkling, and she made a rare witty remark: “Then I’ll ask my deskmate to take care of me from now on?”

“It’s my duty.” His peach blossom eyes were raised, and he looked indescribably ruffianly.

The two people in the back seat watched the show in immersive style.

Zou Xinyao covered her mouth and punched Jiang Shuyi’s arm wildly: “See, see, see! It’s true that it’s more exciting to watch other people fall in love.”

Jiang Shuyi pulled her hands away and said through gritted teeth: “No matter how excited you get, try smacking yourself instead of others!!!”

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The biology teacher is a young man who has just graduated. He dislikes the dull classroom atmosphere and likes to teach by interacting with students.

The students in Class 2 also like this teacher very much. They all call him “Brother Hao”. The biology teacher’s real name is Cheng Hao.

After teaching the new lesson for a while, he asked them to take out the test papers from last week and discuss the questions and answers.

Wen Tang had just arrived at school today, so naturally she didn’t have the test papers from last week. She chose to ask her deskmate for help: “Can we look at it together?”

Shen Yanchuan was originally in a daze, spinning a pen in one hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

Hearing her words, he sat up straight: “Let me look for it first.”

Then he started to dig out things from his desk nook. After pulling out a bunch of irrelevant knick-knacks, he finally found a crumpled test paper in a corner.

Shen Yanchuan touched his nose and tried to defend himself: “You can’t blame me. Who would look at it after the exam?”

With difficulty looking at this test paper that had been thrown away by it’s own father, Wen Tang looked around to find a second option. Unfortunately, she only has one deskmate.

Resignedly, she reached out to the paper, flattened it, and held down the raised corner with a cup.

Bright red full marks.

Although the paper was wrinkled, it was not difficult to see that the handwriting on it was vigorous and the answers were neat and clear. Wen Tang likes this kind of calligraphy very much and has practiced in this direction before, but unfortunately her handwriting is still rather delicate.

No wonder he threw the test paper away. He got full marks, no wonder he’s just taking it easy. It seems that Teacher Liu’s comment about him being good at science is factual.

The distance between the two people is kept within the normal range for deskmates, and the test paper was placed in the middle so that both of them could see it.

The posture of peering over requires a slight tilt, and the body will inevitably become stiff if it is maintained for a long time.

Looking at the invisible ‘galaxy’ dividing them, Shen Yanchuan suggested: “Why don’t you sit closer so it’s more convenient to see.”

Wen Tang nodded, then lifted the stool, trying to be as gentle as possible to avoid disturbing the students who were listening to the class. After moving a little to the side and looking at it again. It was indeed much better.

The biology teacher explained the knowledge points in great detail. After each question, he would ask if anyone did not understand, and those who did not understand would raise their hands. The first page was quickly finished, and now it’s time to discuss the other side of the page.

Wen Tang reached out to turn the paper, but Shen Yanchuan also reached out his hand; their fingers inadvertently overlapped.

They both have cold, fair skin, but the girl is more delicate.

With a strange feeling in her heart, Wen Tang pursed her lips and retracted her hand first.

Shen Yanchuan still maintained that posture without moving.

“Turn the page.” Wen Tang reminded him.

Shen Yanchuan seemed to have just come back to his senses. He uttered an “oh” and turned the page. His fingers dropped, slowly rubbing the paper between them.

The biology teacher on the stage was also giving various vivid examples to help students understand the question types. But whether he listened to it or not, only he himself knows.

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The second class in the afternoon is always the easiest to feel sleepy in, especially in the summer. And since it’s a language lesson, it’s more like a lullaby.

The teacher was reading on the stage, and the cicadas were chirping outside.

The sun shines in from the window, making people squint and feel tired unconsciously.

The students below have started to yawn, and some of their heads were nodding and drooping uncontrollably.

The guy next to her was even more direct, already lying there soundly fast asleep.

You know what, his sleeping atmosphere is really contagious.

Wen Tang always had poor sleep quality and began to feel a bit sleepy. She patted her face and tried to stay awake.

But this wasn’t Liu Xin’an’s first rodeo; he was obviously well prepared.

As an excellent veteran teacher who has been working in the education field for decades, he is well-versed in pedagogy.

He had the ability to pay attention to people without appearing like he was.

The text was read in a rhythmic manner. When he saw your head start to nod, he would raise his voice an octave, trying to wake you up with a start.

The bunch of newbies in the class were all so exhausted that their eyes were dull. Perhaps the only one who was not affected was classmate Shen.

He saw him put on his headphones, turn around, and continue to sleep. Liu Xin’an probably couldn’t stand seeing someone sleeping so peacefully, or maybe he wanted to save this lost lamb; this was a child who needed his guidance.

He deliberately walked over to the row where Wen Tang and the others were and started reading. The scene was so pitiful that his voice became hoarse as he read, yet Shen Yanchuan was still asleep; his sleep quality was touching. Deserved a thumbs up.

Liu Xin’an compared their power levels, raised his chin slightly, and said to Wen Tang: “Wake him up.”

Wen Tang: ……

She didn’t say anything, but her eyes revealed it. 

If you can’t wake him up, can I?

Liu Xin’an looked at her with an encouraging face, his eyes responding. 

Young people should be brave enough to try.

Wen Tang was helpless. She decided to just give it a shot. Afterwards, she could say that she had tried her best, and Liu Xin’an wouldn’t be able to say anything.

Last time, Liu Xin’an violently slapped Shen Yanchuan awake, but she wasn’t a teacher after all, so she should be more tactful. She stretched out a finger and poked Shen Yanchuan’s arm.

She thought he wouldn’t wake up.

Before she could pull her hand back, someone’s head turned.

His eyes were slightly narrowed; they were yet to be fully opened, and he looked tired. His voice was low and full of strong accusations: “Are you taking advantage of me, my little deskmate?”

Wow, making people speechless, they have nothing to say.

He should not be selected for the school heartthrob; he should be selected as the representative of the good wives and men of the new era. Just poking him with a finger through his school uniform sleeve tarnished his innocence? The contemporary benchmark of male morality!

Raising her hands, Wen Tang rapidly expressed, “I’m not,” “I didn’t,” and “Don’t talk nonsense.”

Lin Xin’an’s sinister voice descended from above: “Why don’t you lift your head and check?”

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~ Translator’s lil Corner: ~

[She noticed that the boy’s eyebrows drooped. Wen Tang thought for a moment and added, “I can wait a while before drinking it, until it’s not cold anymore.”

Shen Yanchuan looked up at her, his expression slightly changed, as if to assure her: “I will remember this in the future.”]

Ladies and gentlemen, what am I supposed to do if fictional characters keep raising my standards?