064 | (Sixty-three) Haven't spoken in a long time

Su Xingmao suffered from insomnia and was unusually late for school on Friday.

—As the class monitor and discipline committee member, he openly violated the rules.

To maintain fairness and impartiality, the homeroom teacher also ordered Su Xing to stand as punishment during early morning self-study, making him stand on the podium as a warning to others.

The constellation Mao nodded silently in acceptance.

In the entire classroom, he was the only one standing and reading.

For someone like Xie Qingyan, who had long disliked him, this was definitely a cause for laughter. Let's see what right Su Xingmao has to care about others after this.

But Xie Qingyan's happiness quickly faded.

Although he was being punished, Su Xingmao showed no sign of distress. He stood straight, lowered his eyelids, and appeared indifferent, as if he were supervising the reading of the crowd on a stage.

Some nosy classmate secretly took a picture of this and posted it on the confession wall.

Headline in bold: [Shocking! Even the top student in Class 8 was punished by being forced to stand as punishment?!]

【L.】: Oh dear, he actually got punished.

[Little Bear Biscuit]: I thought teachers would always favor those with good grades, but it turns out they treat everyone equally.

【Strawberry Daifuku】: Even being punished by standing has its own unique charm.

[Pistachio made me unhappy]: Did he give a speech under the national flag this week? He even stood so straight as a punishment, I admire him.

【ooo】：Who is the homeroom teacher of Class 8? Well done! I hate these disciplinary committee members the most, they're like plague gods, I avoid them like the plague.

【Meow Meow Long Live】 replied to 【ooo】: Support, righteous act.

[Iced Cola]: There's reason to suspect that the person upstairs is jealous of handsome guys again.

【Meow Meow Long Live】 replied to 【Iced Cola】: ? Please, please look at your eyes.

The weather is becoming increasingly unpleasant; it was sunny last night, but today a light autumn rain is falling.

During the afternoon break, Xie Qingyan escaped from the classroom with an umbrella.

She ran in the drizzle. The newly blossoming osmanthus flowers at school couldn't withstand the fierce wind and lay listlessly on the withered grass, scattered all over the ground. The tiny flowers, covered with water droplets, looked like drowning yellow-white ants, gleaming silver and soft and slippery.

Xie Qingyan picked up a flower with his hand, still covered in mud, and smelled it. The fragrance of the flower, mixed with a hint of earth, filled his nostrils.

My irritability lessened a little.

With a lollipop in her mouth, Xie Qingyan arrived at the deserted badminton room. Having learned from her previous experience, Xie Qingyan no longer hid in the art room. After searching several times, she found another little haven.

Right now, she's chewing a lollipop with gusto, passionately arguing with netizens on her alternate account under the confession wall.

When people are emotionally charged, they type extremely fast; their fingernails tap on the screen, making a clicking sound, before they've even finished typing this sentence—

"Besides his good grades, what other advantages does he have? I know there are countless men who are more handsome than him."

My hand felt light, a shadow fell in front of me, and my phone was easily snatched away.

An unexpected person appeared in front of Xie Qingyan.

His tall body blocked out the light in front of him.

Her vision went dark, and she almost froze.

His indifferent gaze swept over Xie Qingyan's unsent message on the phone, paused for a second, then swept down again, lowering his eyelashes to look at her stunned face.

"You can just tell me who these people are."

"Xiu...Xiu Xingmao?!"

Being caught talking badly by the person in question is an extremely embarrassing thing. Xie Qingyan's hands and feet were frozen by his gaze, and he stiffly took a step back like a wooden statue.

"I haven't heard you speak for 175 hours." Su Xingmao rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms, which were as firm as those of a figure in a painting. He adjusted his sleeves slowly and deliberately, raised his eyebrows, and glanced at him casually: "I thought you had forgotten what my name was."

His head exploded with a loud bang, and the expression on his face froze, stiff as a wooden mask, rigidly covering his face.

"How did you know I was here? What are you doing here?" Xie Qingyan glared angrily and stood on tiptoe to snatch the phone from his hand.

"Give me back my phone!"

Given the height difference, Su Xingmao easily avoided her movement by raising one hand high.

So close.

Xie Qingyan was then able to clearly see that Su Xingmao did not seem as composed as she had imagined. There was a faint bluish-black tinge under his eyes, like a circle of drifting duckweed.