Yan Chiyu's eyes are also extremely beautiful and captivating, but they are not like Cheng Pingxi's; they belong to two different styles.

His eyes were cool and languid, always giving people the impression of being nonchalant.

But Cheng Pingxi is different; he is profound and sincere. Although he is indifferent, he can immediately capture people's attention, like an endless abyss that makes people unable to resist falling into it.

Cheng Pingxi...

"!!"

Wu Yue suddenly remembered where this familiar feeling came from.

The boy in the black hat I met at the Yirenwu figurine store today, his eyes are just like Cheng Pingxi's, the more I look at them, the more similar they seem!

Could it be the same person?

[I specifically compared the replays, and Cheng Pingxi and Wu Shen encountered the same person at the figurine shop.]

[Little Yueyue met a top-tier celebrity without realizing it]

I wish I had asked for an autograph, haha.

[Witch God: How much silver can an autographed photo sell for?]

Oh no! Cheng Pingxi is so handsome, will the Witch God fall for someone else?

[Who did the Witch God ever love?]

...

...

Why are you looking at me like that?

Yan Chiyu turned to look at Wu Yue and asked in a low voice, "What does it mean to shake your head after reading it?"

"Well, I thought you were good enough to become a star. But then I thought that since you love reading so much, you're going to be an academic, so you probably wouldn't be interested in the entertainment industry."

Wu Yue casually agreed, but then suddenly remembered what she had prepared and cleverly changed the subject: "By the way, you gave me Cuihua, so I also prepared a return gift for you."

The girl bent down, pulled out a large gift box from beside her feet, and handed it to Yan Chiyu: "You should like the One Piece figurine."

Yan Chiyu looked at Wu Yue suspiciously. Wu Yue felt a little confused by his stare and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Knowing that I like shrimp paste and that I like One Piece, you really do have ulterior motives towards me. Otherwise, how could you know me so well?"

Despite saying this, Yan Chiyu accepted the return gift with remarkable speed. His long, slender fingers appeared exceptionally pale against the dark blue gift box, with clearly defined bones, so beautiful that one wanted to hold them.

Wu Yue glared at him speechlessly. "I'm not blind. I can tell with just a little observation. As for the figurines, it's just my principle of reciprocity. ...Shh, shut up, I want to focus on the movie."

The boy looked away and placed the gift on the inside.

He leaned back in his chair, a smile playing on his lips. His eyes were languid and shimmering.

Reciprocity?

That's a really good principle.

What should I give next time?

-

The bell rang to signal the end of the first period.

Wu Yue went to the restroom, and when she returned, Yan Chiyu found that her deskmate was pale, as if she had lost too much blood, and her body was stiff.

He glanced subconsciously at Cuihua, who was lying in a seductive position in the drawer. "Why didn't you take Cuihua with you?"

Her gaze focused on the boy's slightly furrowed brows; his nonchalant and languid eyes seemed to offer a silent and subtle comfort, peacefully resting on the girl.

Wu Yue's stiff body gradually returned to normal, and she blinked slowly: "I just went to the restroom, who knew it would..."

“The women’s restroom is a place with extremely heavy yin energy. No matter where you go, Cuihua must carry it with her at all times.” Yan Chiyu glanced at the girl’s pale face. Her clear black and white eyes were filled with a faint glimmer of tears due to fear, making her look innocent and pitiful.

Wu Yue pursed her lips and nodded emphatically.

Yan Chiyu then asked, "What exactly happened?"

With a flick of her slender, jade-like hand, a transparent soundproof barrier enveloped the two of them, shutting out the soft sounds of reading and chatting in the classroom.

The girl's thick eyelashes drooped slightly, like a black butterfly closing its wings and resting among the flowers.