Chu Tao pondered for a long time and finally acknowledged that the reason Jiang She emphasized he was single was perhaps because he didn’t want him spreading Su Jingtong’s words around.

Chu Tao scoffed inwardly.

He wasn’t the type to meddle in other people’s business, and he certainly wasn’t interested in gossiping about others.

Chu Tao lazily leaned against the wall, tilting his head slightly. His neck tensed, and his Adam’s apple subtly protruded. Small bumps had appeared on his pale skin from the cold.

He casually cast a glance, resting his arm behind him, leaning on his butterfly shoulder blades, bumping them gently against the wall, lifting his body up before slowly letting himself fall back.

That indifferent look made Jiang She feel somewhat displeased.

“How’s the uniform?”

Chu Tao tilted his head slightly and replied calmly, “I’ll get it to you as soon as possible.”

Though he spoke confidently, he was actually feeling uneasy inside.

Jiang She’s uniform was locked in the laundry, with cola still stuck on it, and the owner had disappeared without a trace. Chu Tao still hadn’t figured out what to do.

Jiang She didn’t suspect anything and his gaze wandered from Chu Tao’s face all the way down to the small white shoes on his feet.

The pants of the winter uniform were tapered at the ankles. Chu Tao had just squatted down and pulled up his pants, and now he hadn’t had time to adjust them.

His left ankle was exposed.

It was fair and delicate, with well-defined bones, as if one could hold it with just one hand.

Jiang She slowly looked away and said lightly, “Good.”

Chu Tao sighed in relief.

In the second class, Chu Tao was called back to the classroom by Teacher Yang.

He deliberately glanced at the last row of the classroom, but Pang Cai still hadn’t come back.

Chu Tao vaguely felt a little regretful.

He wasn’t afraid of Pang Cai; he just felt that he had acted impulsively, letting Pang Cai see blood.

If this guy made a scene, the school would probably call his parents, which would cause trouble for Song Mian and Chu Jiangmin.

But now, he couldn’t worry about that anymore.

While the math teacher wasn’t paying attention, Fang Sheng stood up, leaned on the desk, and got close to Chu Tao’s back. With his elbow propped up on the desk, he said, “Bro, not bad, you’re pretty good.”

This was his way of showing friendliness.

After watching the earlier scene, Fang Sheng didn’t plan to continue opposing Chu Tao.

It was obvious that Jiang She admired Chu Tao, and if they were to become friends in the future, he’d first have to clear up any misunderstandings.

If Chu Tao were sensible, he would reply to Fang Sheng, and that way, their previous tension would silently pass.

But if Chu Tao didn’t give him face, it wouldn’t be embarrassing for Fang Sheng; he was simply complimenting him based on the facts.

Chu Tao casually took notes with one hand, briefly replying to Fang Sheng with two words: “Not bad.”

Fang Sheng, seizing the opportunity, asked, “Your brother is Chu Xingning, right?”

Chu Tao’s pen paused for a moment.

He looked up at the blackboard, silently ran through the formula in his mind, and then continued writing the solution process.

After finishing one step, he replied disinterestedly, “Yes.”

Fang Sheng immediately switched to gossip mode: “Do you look like your brother?”

He had never seen Chu Xingning up close, but he had heard people say that Chu Xingning was extraordinarily beautiful, so much so that he was considered the dream of every alpha in the school.

Chu Tao took a deep breath and patiently said, “My brother is better-looking than me.”

He didn’t want to engage with Fang Sheng, but he was very perceptive and understood that Fang Sheng was trying to be friendly.

Until Jiang She’s uniform was retrieved from the laundry, Chu Tao wasn’t planning to have any more conflicts with them.

Fang Sheng suddenly said, “Actually, I think you’re pretty good-looking too.”

He was speaking the truth.

Chu Tao was indeed good-looking.

He was very delicate, with bright and determined eyes, soft black hair neatly falling in front of his forehead, and the curve from his ear to his jawline was smooth and elegant.

The classroom was crowded, with a lot of carbon dioxide in the air, and the temperature was much higher than outside.

He slightly rolled up his sleeve, revealing a small section of his fair, slender arm.

He didn’t fidget or play with his pen while writing, and his notes were written quickly, yet the notebook remained neat, without a single smudge or messy correction.

Fang Sheng’s words were simply a compliment, and since Chu Tao was an alpha, it was as normal for him to compliment his looks as it would be to compliment someone’s gaming skills.

Chu Tao rarely received such compliments, and upon hearing them, he simply said, “Thanks.”

Jiang She lifted his eyelids and kicked Fang Sheng’s leg.

Fang Sheng jumped and, confused, asked, “What’s that for?”

Jiang She furrowed his brows and said impatiently, “What does whether he’s good-looking have to do with you?”

Fang Sheng: “……” [An old man, subway, mobile phone] jpg.

Chu Tao sighed lightly.

In this class, expecting everyone to be quiet and listen to the lesson was impossible.

The math teacher had clearly given up trying to maintain order and was just focused on teaching without caring about discipline.

Finally, when the class ended, Chu Tao only grasped a partial understanding.

After all, he had missed the first half of the lesson, so it was still a bit difficult for him.

After the class, the math teacher handed out the homework.

It was an entire test paper, which, for students who had just learned a new topic, would usually take one or two hours to finish.

If this had been in Chu Tao’s previous class, they would have already started complaining.

But the students in Class Three didn’t.

Chu Tao was a little surprised. He hadn’t expected that even the underperforming students had high tolerance and didn’t see the homework as a burden.

But the next moment, he saw Jiang She and Fang Sheng folding their test papers into paper airplanes.

Fang Sheng: “I’ll count to three, no one is allowed to throw first.”

Jiang She sneered, “Big deal.”

“One, two, three!”

A paper airplane, about the width of a palm, flew forward with a whoosh, passing by Chu Tao’s ears with a soft flapping sound.

Fang Sheng excitedly banged on the desk, calling, “Chu Tao, Chu Tao, quickly knock down Jiang She’s airplane!”

Chu Tao was writing his name on the paper, and when Fang Sheng called out, he was so startled that the pen nearly pierced through the paper.

He said impatiently, “You do it yourself.”

Fang Sheng: “Aah, Jiang She’s plane is flying farther than mine!”

Chu Tao: “……”

As expected, Jiang She’s paper airplane nearly reached the teacher’s desk, while Fang Sheng’s plane fluttered and dropped in the first row of the classroom.

Jiang She grinned, “Dad’s will always fly farther than yours.”

Chu Tao closed his eyes.

What the hell are these wolfish words.

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