Who bullied you and made you cry?

Li Pengfei has been very busy lately, working on the registration and recruitment for the autumn sports meet.

He seemed to have launched a full-scale mobilization campaign, carrying mostly empty registration forms and tirelessly walking around the classroom for three consecutive days. It wasn't that he was unpopular, but rather that the characteristic of the top classes was always "intelligent but physically weak." His persistence in doing something so obvious was truly commendable.

Lin Shiren had just entered the classroom and put down his schoolbag when Li Pengfei came running over, all excited.

"Team leader, I see you're usually in good physical condition, how about you sign up for a project?"

Lin Shiren didn't know where he got the idea of ​​his physical fitness, but he still politely replied, "What kinds of activities are there?"

This immediately opened up Li Pengfei's mouth. Without saying a word, he spread the registration form on her table and bent down to introduce each item to her: "See what you are good at: long-distance running, sprinting, relay races, high jump, long jump, shot put, and javelin."

Lin Shiren blinked, his face apologetic: "I'm sorry, I don't seem to be good at any of these things..."

“It’s not as difficult as you think,” Li Pengfei interrupted her, and began to paint a rosy picture: “It’s not like we have to get in the top three. We just need to participate and not have any events left undone. Think about it, if we back out before we even start, the other classes will laugh at us behind our backs.”

Lin Shiren: "..."

Has he forgotten that she used to be in a regular class?

When Zhou Lin came in, he saw that the aisle where he was standing was unusually lively. Lin Shiren was craning his neck to talk to Li Pengfei, with a troubled expression on his face. Song Ci did not stay in his reserved seat, but ran to his seat and, not wanting to miss the fun, encouraged him: "You are so light, you are perfect for signing up for the high jump."

Li Pengfei continued to add to the story, his face beaming with determination: "Yes, yes, I have high hopes for you. I'll go to the top liberal arts class and find two students with excellent writing skills to write a special article praising you."

The two of them were singing and dancing back and forth, just like a scene from a Deyun Club performance, making Lin Shiren feel very awkward.

Yesterday's lecture on "Lao Tzu" literature was a waste of time; the cotton-tongue trolls only dare to act like heroes online.

Zhou Lin sighed, walked over, and tapped his desk: "Excuse me."

He exuded a cold, detached aura, which immediately disrupted the atmosphere. Li Pengfei shifted his body to the side, and Lin Shiren looked up at the same time. The moment he saw him, his eyes lit up with surprise.

Song Ci stood up in dissatisfaction: "Why did they have to come at the very moment when we were about to succeed?"

He was still holding a grudge about the seat change.

After thinking for a while, Li Pengfei turned his attention to Zhou Lin: "Now is the moment of life and death for Class One. Zhou Lin, you are the living symbol and pillar of our class..."

Zhou Lin's eyes flashed like knives as he glared at him, saying, "I won't take revenge."

Li Pengfei: "..."

After the words "I" echoed three times in her mind, Lin Shiren covered her face with her hands, feeling that Zhou Lin had deliberately said it to her.

The bell for morning self-study finally rang, and the classroom returned to silence.

The class was already full, and whispers of reciting equations filled the air. Lin Shiren was marking up her review paper, deep in thought, when a piece of scratch paper suddenly covered her test paper with a "snap," and she stared at it dumbfounded.

Their eyes met in the air.

Zhou Lin's eyes held a hint of inquiry, while Lin Shiren's nonchalant calm was feigned. She looked away first and casually asked, "What is this?"

"Didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to ask me questions in person? I've prepared paper and pen, and now I'm just waiting for the questions." The boy's voice was deep, with a morning huskiness that was quite pleasant to the ear.

When asked about last night, Lin Shiren's cheeks flushed slightly. Of course, she remembered what she had said, but reality and the internet are different. She didn't have a button to switch between online and offline modes, so she stammered, "I... I don't need to for now."

Her long hair was casually tied into a low ponytail, with stray hairs falling naturally beside her ears.

Zhou Lin pressed on: "You were using 'I' quite smoothly last night, so why didn't you refuse when Li Pengfei contacted you today?"

"Huh?" Lin Shiren's voice was becoming increasingly confused.

Does he live by the sea? Why is he being so nosy?

Is it appropriate for a girl to constantly use the word "I" or "myself"?

Her furrowed brows froze, as if she were trying to remind him with a reproachful look, but Zhou Lin seemed oblivious, saying in a fabricated tone, "I understand, you want to participate in the sports meet events."

Can you please shut up?

The melodious sound of bells drifted from afar. Lin Shiren forced a cold smile and told him some good news.

"Class is starting."

During the next few breaks, she tried to avoid communicating with Zhou Lin to prevent him from finding any more fault with her.

Zhou Lin actually hates it when people give him the cold shoulder. If he encounters such a person, he can guarantee that he will freeze the other person to death first. However, when Lin Shiren looked at him with a chilling gaze, he only felt annoyed.

Even top students aren't quite skilled at smoothing things over.

He waited for Lin Shiren to close her pen, then placed a notebook on her desk: "After the results of the last monthly exam came out, I studied your wrong answers. These are the areas where you didn't grasp the concepts well enough in math, physics, and chemistry. Go back and review your notes. If you don't understand anything, just ask me."

Lin Shiren was a little surprised that her deskmate would go to such lengths. Her eyes softened: "Notes that were specially written for me?"

"Hmm." Zhou Lin grabbed the cup and took a sip of water, trying to cover up his embarrassment, his ears turning slightly red.

"you……"

Lin Shiren stared at his movements for a while, but couldn't find a suitable way to continue.

"When I was in a regular class, the teachers always said that the atmosphere in the top classes was better. At that time, I didn't understand. I didn't realize that students in the top classes could help each other to this extent." From study groups to top student notes, everything makes sense now. It's quite touching.

Zhou Lin almost choked on his water, coughing uncontrollably.

This girl's thought process is truly astonishing. At first, she thought he was a scumbag who tricked girls into sleeping with her, and now he's become the Virgin Mary holding Jesus in St. Peter's Square. What kind of label will she put on him next?

Lin Shih-jen helped him pull out tissues, his concern now tinged with genuine genuineness: "Are you alright?"

The cough finally stopped. He rubbed his forehead with his hand, shaking his head with a smile: "Lin Shiren, keep it up."

Following Zhou Lin's problem-solving approach, Lin Shiren had done several practice tests during evening self-study sessions in the past few days and made significant progress. She roughly checked the answers, marked one of the questions with a red pen, and gently nudged him with her elbow.

Zhou Lin looked over with a relaxed expression, pointing his finger at the question mark: "The answer to this question is wrong, you got it right."

Lin Shiren's almond-shaped eyes widened, and her voice was soft and gentle: "You only glanced at it..."

He nodded confidently: "Have you thought of two other solutions to this problem?"

She shook her head and obediently handed over the pen with both hands.

Zhou Lin wrote down the other two methods in detail on the scratch paper, and only after her eyes gradually cleared did he ask casually, "Did you understand?"

"Understood."

Their commotion gradually drifted to every corner of the classroom. Xu Yiqiao, who had been focused on her work, suddenly looked over. Perhaps it was the magnetic pull between girls, but Lin Shiren sensed this observation out of the corner of her eye. She subtly shifted her arm, keeping a distance from Zhou Lin.

I hope Xu Yiqiao won't overthink it. Zhou Lin is a resource shared by the whole school. She just had the advantage of timing and location, that's all.

Before he knew it, get out of class was over. Some girls were chatting and some were making noise. Lin Shiren came out of the restroom and ran into a few girls.

Every school has some fangirls, and Huiwen is no exception. They spend a lot of time and money editing videos and doing marketing to support their idols. When the academic workload is not high, the school does not interfere with this behavior, but for senior high school students, the school is very strict. Therefore, they can only gather together to share the latest information about their idols.

As Lin Shih-jen passed by, Pang Tzu-yi called out to her.

"So arrogant now, huh? After moving to the honors class, you don't even greet your old classmates anymore?" She had been humiliated by Lin Shiren over the cafeteria loan incident and had been wanting to get revenge for it.

Lin Shiren glanced at her indifferently, without slowing down.

The girls next to her recognized her too, and they laughed loudly, joining in the teasing: "Ziyi, no one can hear you at all!"

There was no wind in the corridor, but a damp wind seemed to be blowing around my heart.

Lin Shih-jen has always wondered where his tolerance level truly lies.

Growing up amidst constant arguments, Xin Xiaomei and Lin Zhiyuan kept pushing her tolerance to new heights. Because of her reticence, teachers thought she was aloof, and classmates found her difficult to get along with. She had never had any close friends. It was precisely because of this that when Pang Ziyi showed her such warmth and kindness, she wholeheartedly wanted to be her friend.

But not all sincerity can be reciprocated. She treated the other person as a friend, but he only saw her as an ATM and a gofer.

Lin Shiren stopped in his tracks, concealing his timidity, and gave a polite smile: "I heard you talking. May I ask if you need something from me?"

Besides chatting about idol worship, the girls also talked a lot of gossip, including about Lin Shiren. The fact that she and Zhou Lin sat in the back of the bus that day still got out.

Pang Ziyi rolled her eyes and looked her up and down: "What are you pretending for? So what if you're Zhou Lin's deskmate? Why are you acting like you're the top student in the grade?"

Her tone was no different from that of a street thug, which Lin Shiren suddenly found ridiculous: "First of all, what do you mean by 'pretending'? What am I pretending for? You have neither arguments nor evidence; you're being too sensitive. Secondly, I am an independent individual. Why do you attach other people's attributes to me? After all these years of schooling, haven't you learned to respect yourself? Finally, I want to remind you not to focus too much on me; focus on yourself."

Her voice is soft and gentle, so even when she gets angry, it doesn't have much of a destructive power.

Pang Ziyi had only intended to vent her anger and let it go, but she didn't expect Lin Shiren to embarrass her in front of everyone. She was so angry that her face turned ashen, and she grabbed Pang Ziyi's wrist tightly: "You're so amazing. Was your innocent little lamb act all an act? If you hadn't bought me snacks every day to please me, do you think I would have been friends with you?"

The force of the blow to her wrist almost made Lin Shiren fall. She fixed her gaze on Pang Ziyi's face and said, word by word, "If that's how you put it, then let's settle the score. You still owe me three hundred and thirty yuan. I have all the WeChat records. Do you want to go to the teacher to resolve this, or go to your parents?"

"..."

When Lin Shih-jen returned to the classroom, the bell had already rung for the third time.

Zhou Lin lifted his eyelids slightly: "Why so late?"

Lin Shiren opened his mouth.

She didn't know how to explain that she had just had an argument with someone and then secretly cried. Even though she had won the argument, her eyes still felt very sore, and she held back her tears.

Before she could speak, Zhou Lin suddenly leaned closer, staring into her eyes, a subtle ripple in his gaze.

"You cried?"

Who bullied you?

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Author's Note: My darlings, I'll be working on the clips on Sunday, so the update will be delayed until 11 PM.

50 red envelopes! Happy reading!