Chapter 12 Sharp Edge: I want to play with you, will you let me?

"Sweet wine, this is the psychology classroom."

This is Ningjiu's first time on the fifth floor.

Because it was newly renovated, the room still had a faint smell of paint.

The classroom is spacious, and instead of ordinary desks and chairs, dozens of cushioned sofas are irregularly distributed in various corners. Many psychology books are also scattered around, exuding a casual atmosphere.

Ning Jiu and Gao Hexin sank into the soft sofa cushions, their physical exhaustion seemingly left behind in the strangely soft medium along with their movements.

"Last semester, Yaoyao only suggested changing the material of the sofa lining to polystyrene particles, and this semester it has actually been implemented!"

Gao Hexin nestled comfortably in the sofa.

"Waaaaah, Sister Ziwei is so kind~"

Ning Jiu found the name Gao Hexin mentioned somewhat familiar and asked him about it out of curiosity.

"What is the full name of the school counselor?"

“Luo Ziwei was our psychology teacher in the first year of high school~” Gao Hexin got really excited when talking about this. “Sister Ziwei was a really nice person, but she would always make us fill out some weird psychological questionnaires. But I can understand it, this subject does seem to be quite mysterious.”

Ning Jiu suddenly realized.

No wonder Luo Ziwei was so surprised when she heard that she was from Class 8 of the second year of high school in the library office.

Li Mingyuan walked into the psychology classroom and, seeing a seat next to Gao Hexin, quickly pulled Qiao Bolin and Qi Ruiheng to sit there together.

"Let me tell you about Gao Hexin," Li Mingyuan couldn't help but start complaining to Gao Hexin before he even got comfortable sitting down, "Something really ridiculous happened on the way here, Cai Liming suddenly went crazy..."

Halfway through his sentence, he seemed to realize something and spoke to the two boys beside him.

"Please have a seat."

"......"

Besides the seat occupied by Li Mingyuan, there were two empty seats left, one next to Ning Jiu and the other in the corner.

Qiao Bolin and Qi Ruiheng looked at each other, and the latter yawned.

"I've been a bit too tense lately, I'd better go to a corner and rest for a bit."

Ning Jiu was taking a nap when she suddenly heard Li Mingyuan's babbling voice in her ear.

I couldn't make out what they were saying, but it was all very passionate and filled with unbearable indignation.

The soft cushion on the other side was slightly concave, and the intense masculine scent spread out just a few centimeters away.

Slightly opening her left eye, she saw the boy's eyelashes fluttering, his slender fingers resting on the table, unconsciously turning the pages of a book, and her knuckles were faintly visible.

The sofa cushion was a bit small for Qiao Bolin, and his legs could only be slightly apart. Although there was still a certain distance between them, Ning Jiu suddenly felt her calves getting slightly hot.

As he tried to pull his leg back, Joel realized something and moved a little to the other side first.

......

Pack.

"Cough cough."

The school bell rang, and Luo Ziwei's slight cough interrupted Li Mingyuan's increasingly loud complaints.

"Today is the first class of the semester," she said, glancing around the classroom, her voice still as light and charming as it had been that day. "Let's start with something light and easy."

She turned on the projector next to her and played a short clip about psychology.

Gao Hexin lay on the sofa, initially watching intently, but later began to doze off.

With no one left to complain to, Li Mingyuan turned to Qi Ruiheng and continued to vent his frustrations.

Ning Jiu opened her notebook and carefully wrote down every psychological term that appeared in the passage.

Ye Du's Law, the 150 Law, the peanut experiment...

As Ning Jiu was writing, the pen ran out of ink. She shook it with her right hand, but lost her grip and the pen slipped from her hand, falling to the ground with a dull thud.

She tried to pick up the pen as it rolled, but a long, slender, white index finger reached out before her.

The two of them were stunned for a moment as they simultaneously grasped the pen.

Qiao Bolin first withdrew his fingertips, the burning heat of his fingertips brushing against them.

Her school uniform was open and drooping due to her movements, revealing her clear collarbone and smooth, firm muscle lines from her angle.

Ning Jiu picked up the pen and was about to get up when she looked up and saw him covering his palm with the sharp corner of the table.

She pretended not to see it, turned her head in another direction, and deliberately bumped her hand against the back of his hand.

The pain in his palm came at the same time as the soft touch on the top of the girl's head. Qiao Bolin lowered his eyes, not understanding what she wanted to do.

Ning Jiu's bright eyes met his dark pupils for a moment, then a sudden, innocent smile appeared on her lips—

It pushed upwards mercilessly from the top of the head.

"......hiss."

"Berlin, what's wrong?"

Li Mingyuan looked over in response, but Qiao Bolin did not answer immediately.

The eye contact lasted only a second, and the girl's smile transformed from innocent to defiant in that same amount of time.

Her slightly upturned eyes, illuminated by the projector light, gazed at him with unpredictable shifts.

In the interplay of light and shadow, his gaze shifted slightly downwards, catching sight of her beautiful lips opening and closing.

This was his revenge for ignoring her this morning.

Qiao Bolin cleared his throat, withdrew his hand without changing his expression, and, remembering Li Mingyuan's question, lowered his voice slightly than usual.

"You bumped into the corner of the table."

Because the projector was on, all the lights in the classroom were off, so it was easy to bump into or knock over something if you weren't careful.

Li Mingyuan gave him a sympathetic look, then glanced at the girl taking notes beside him, a slight smile appearing on his lips that vanished in an instant.

Is a psychology video really that good?

Li Mingyuan was drawn to Ning Jiu's expression and turned to look at the video that was halfway through playing. He watched for a while, but eventually gave up.

I can't understand the thought process of top students.

The sharp, dull pain in my palm gradually subsided, but other sensations seeped into my bloodstream, violently assaulting my senses.

Qiao Bolin composed himself, trying to ignore the faint fragrance that wafted to his nose.

His chest rose and fell slightly before returning to calm.

The video clip has finished playing, and there's a bonus scene at the end, along with a question Luo Ziwei asks the whole class.

"Which psychology experiment in the video above impressed you the most? Please recall it and write it on the blank sheet of paper provided."

Upon seeing the question, Li Mingyuan couldn't help but exclaim, "Holy crap!"

"Why is Sister Ziwei resorting to underhanded tactics?"

Gao Hexin was awakened by the commotion around him. Still half asleep, he leaned on Ning Jiu's shoulder and asked what was wrong.

Luo Ziwei glanced at the chaotic scene in the classroom, a faint smile flashing in her eyes, before her gaze finally settled on the girl surrounded in the center.

The shadows made her appear smaller, and the dark color of the pen contrasted sharply with the whiteness of her skin. Her slender fingers held the notebook open on the table, and the highlighted points on the pages were faintly visible.

At first, Gao Hexin was the one reading it, but later, seeing that Ning Jiu had notes, almost half the class gathered around her to read them.

The real psychological experiments actually take place after the teaching practice has ended.

After the psychology class ended, Gao Hexin reluctantly stood up from the soft polystyrene sofa.

"Waaaaah, this is great! I'm going to be bombarded with math wallpaper again next class, damn it."

Li Mingyuan: "Other subjects may deceive you, but mathematics will not."

Qi Ruiheng and Gao Hexin were both looking at him.

Li Mingyuan paused for two seconds deliberately, then gave a smug smile.

"Because if you don't know math, you just don't know it."

"......Hold."

After finishing math class, Gao Hexin felt completely drained. As soon as the bell rang, he breathed a sigh of relief. Remembering that the next class was PE, he excitedly dragged Ning Jiuqu to the gymnasium to meet up.

In physical education class, boys and girls were trained separately by different PE teachers. After warming up, the boys went to the basketball court, while the girls went to the gymnastics hall.

After finishing a set of gymnastics, Ning Jiu landed on the last movement and clutched her lower abdomen, frowning slightly.

Chen Poyao stood behind her, supporting her, and asked with some concern.

"Sweet wine, are you alright?"

Ning Jiu felt a sharp, throbbing pain in her abdomen. She knew it was her old ailment acting up again and gently shook her head.

"fine."

After gymnastics practice, it was free time. She picked up her empty water bottle, ready to go back to the classroom to get more water.

The pain in her abdomen burned away her reason. Ning Jiu felt the cold sweat on her forehead seep into her eyes, only to be dried by the wind outside the gymnasium.

She blinked, her vision blurred with tears, and the boy on the basketball court appeared as a blurry silhouette in her field of vision, only to suddenly become clear in a breath.

His arms were strong and muscular, with veins winding into his sleeves, and beads of sweat glistened on his straight nose.

Intercept the ball, hang in the air, dunk.

The entire basketball court erupted in enthusiastic cheers, and you could vaguely hear the name being shouted: Joe Berlin.

Several girls casually passed by and watched from the side.

The abdominal pain worsened, and Ning Jiu tried to make herself feel better by adjusting her breathing, but it didn't work.

I've had stomach pain for a while now, but this time it seems particularly severe.

A sharp, stabbing pain shot through her abdomen. She turned her gaze away and walked toward the classroom, ignoring the gaze that was faintly fixed on her through the gaps in the crowd.

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The most tragic thing in the world is—

When I want to drink water, there is no water in the cup.

I wanted to get some water from the water dispenser, but found that the water in the bucket was just finished.

The classroom was empty. Ning Jiu quickly composed herself, turned her gaze to the spare water bucket beside her, placed her water cup on the desk, and tried to lift the bucket.

Unable to exert any strength in his arms, the bucket was dragged in a wobbly curve. Halfway through carrying the bucket, he turned back, lost control of his strength, and hit his toes.

The sharp pain in her toes, accompanied by cramping pain in her abdomen, stimulated her nerves. Ning Jiu tried again to lift the water bucket onto the water dispenser, but she had only just reached her thighs—

The bucket was suddenly taken away.

As his forearm brushed against my skin, I could feel the bulging veins; the heaviness in my hand was replaced by the warmth of his palm.

The bucket was lifted and replaced.

With a click, the hot water switch was turned on.

Ning Jiu's brain didn't react in time. Her fair fingertips lightly touched her fingertips, and he spoke in her ear his familiar, clear voice.

"Give it to me."

Perhaps because the pain made her mind less clear, Ning Jiu actually listened to him and let go.

Qiao Bolin held her water glass, and as the hot water button turned from red to orange, the gurgling sound of water being poured could be heard between the two of them.

They all remained silent, but the atmosphere grew increasingly strange.

The once quiet space seemed to suddenly be filled with many indescribable things, such as the gurgling of water, Ning Jiu's hissing from the pain, and things that became particularly noticeable in the silence—

His soft breathing.

Was she walking too slowly? Ning Jiu wondered for a moment.

The people who were just on the basketball court are now in the classroom.

Pain dulled her senses, and when she looked up at him in confusion, she met the boy's inquiring gaze.

At the same time, a water glass was handed to her, its rim damp. The girl's already rosy lips looked even more alluring with the water droplets, and her slender neck swayed slightly with each swallow.

Qiao Bolin looked away and began filling his own water glass.

Are you feeling unwell?

"......Um."

The warm water helped relieve the pain considerably.

Ning Jiu's mind cleared up, and her gaze swept lightly over the water glass in Qiao Bolin's hand.

"What a coincidence," she said casually. "You're here to get water too?"

"Um."

The brief conversation came to an abrupt end once again.

The sound of water stopped. Qiao Bolin glanced at the refilled glass and was about to leave when he heard the girl's sincere question.

“Joe Berlin,” she called his name, “don’t you have anything you want to ask me?”

Footsteps paused.

Qiao Bolin turned his head, the smile on his lips fleeting.

"What do you want me to ask you?"

Ning Jiu was speechless at Qiao Bolin's question.

She said softly, "Never mind," picked up her water cup, and walked towards the classroom door, only to find that he had taken a step in her direction.

Their path was completely blocked.

The distance between the two suddenly became narrow and cramped.

A powerful and exuberant aura, unique to the young man, swept over her. He remained calm and his demeanor was still polite and measured. However, this time, Ning Jiu could sense a completely opposite, hidden aggressiveness.

She even had a moment of doubt that her first impression of George Berlin was accurate.

The carefully maintained balance was broken. Perhaps not wanting to be in a passive position, Ning Jiu seized on what he had said earlier in the library as a flaw.

"You said I could be more direct."

So the sentence on the note in English class was something he let her do, not her fault.

Seeing the girl turn around and clear herself of all responsibility, Qiao Bolin raised an eyebrow and said calmly.

"What if I hadn't gotten that note?"

Ning Jiu suddenly looked at him.

Qiao Bailin: "If it wasn't me, but someone else got it, have you thought about the consequences?"

It's a 50/50 chance; either he gets it, or someone else does.

Ning Jiu had certainly considered this possibility.

Therefore, when she handed him the note, she had already replaced both notes with her own writing. When she handed the last student the note, she took out a note with different content written on it.

This approach might be a little troublesome for her, but it's not difficult.

What truly surprised Ningjiu now was—

So this is what you care about?

As if she had finally regained control, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and her beautiful fox-like eyes looked at him with a direct and naked smile.

"So, you just want me to be straightforward with you, is that it?"

This is a deliberate misinterpretation.

It's impossible for Qiao Bolin not to have noticed.

But he didn't say anything.

Silence is spreading, space is shrinking, and the surface peace is being scorched.

Her light-colored eyes shone brightly in the surrounding scenery, so beautiful that they seemed to encompass the entire summer.

Her eyes were slightly red from the pain, and the water droplets left on her lips glistened. Her slender and delicate neck was covered with a thin layer of sweat due to the hot weather, which was eventually submerged in the collar of her round-necked school uniform. Even her tone of voice was exceptionally soft.

Ning Jiu: "Then can I be more direct with you?"

However, the content is the complete opposite: taking an inch and then a mile.

She seemed genuinely unaware that her current state could easily arouse hidden sadistic desires in people.

Qiao Bolin noticed that Ning Jiu's soft gaze seemed almost tangible, slowly sliding down from his eyes and finally stopping at his lower lip.

Subtle little gestures.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Not intending to engage in any further roundabout dealings with her, Qiao Bolin drew back the veil of concealment.

"I want to play with you."

Beneath the curtain were four characters written in bold strokes.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

The sound of hot water from the water dispenser mingled with the chimes of a bell, sweeping across the two of them like a tidal wave.

In a deathly silence.

The girl met his gaze again, tilted her head, and smiled a soft, innocent smile.

"If that's what I meant to say—"

"Will you let me play?"

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