Chapter 29 Why bother with shame when pursuing a girl you like...?

The girls in the back row who were still secretly looking for angles to take pictures exchanged glances upon hearing this. They looked at Shang Chen, then at Wen Ling, and then put away their phones. Before the teacher came in, they sneaked out again.

Their affection didn't last long before it came to an end.

Hearing him speak so blatantly, Wen Ling blinked and murmured softly, "You...how..."

What's wrong with me?

Wen Ling shook her head, wondering why he had suddenly become so high-profile. Not just today, but every day thereafter, as long as Shang Chen didn't have class, he would come to accompany her to class.

They would eat together at noon and in the evening. Shang Chen would even practice with Wen Ling in the badminton club whenever he had time. His patience was just like when he corrected her stuttering.

Within a few days, most people at school knew that Shang Chen was pursuing Wen Ling. Lin Xiang and his friends, who didn't like stirring things up, even went to ask Wen He what it felt like to have your "cabbage" stolen, and what it felt like to shake hands and make peace with your mortal enemy.

Wen He scoffed and pretended to swing his fist at them: "I'll show you what it feels like to take a punch, the same kind that Shang Chen gets beaten up in, want to try it?"

The group laughed and joked as they ran off.

Wen Ling also clearly felt that there were many more gazes falling on her when she walked around the school. There were countless different gazes, some curious, some inquiring, and some full of doubt. In the past, she walked with her chest hunched over and lacked confidence. Now, she would slowly raise her head and straighten her chest, ignoring those unpleasant looks.

Although there will still be some discomfort.

…

Wen He felt that his sister had been acting a little strange lately.

She couldn't quite put her finger on what was strange, because something just felt off when they were video chatting. Several times, while they were talking, her face would suddenly turn very red.

At first, he was terrified: "Sis, is your face allergic? Why is it so red? Should we go to the hospital to get it checked out?"

Wen He was too nervous to hear Shang Chen, who had just walked past the camera showing off his abs, chuckle softly. Wen Ling, however, heard it and her face turned even redder.

Wen He became even more nervous and stood up: "Sister, you should go to the hospital to get checked out."

When he turned around, Shang Chen was already dressed, looking like a dignified and upright gentleman. Wen He was still muttering about why he was taking a shower in broad daylight when his phone was snatched away.

Looking at the person in the camera whose face was flushed red, Shang Chen couldn't help but smile. Knowing full well what was wrong, he asked, "What happened? Why is your face suddenly so red?"

Wen Ling was so embarrassed that she wanted to cover his mouth through the screen.

But she couldn't. She could only cover her face and whisper, "Your...phone, give it to him!"

Shang Chen smiled happily: "Okay, I know, I have no right to care."

She sighed again, "I wonder when we'll finally have a proper title, don't you think, brother-in-law?"

"Huh." Wen He thought Shang Chen was even more flirtatious than him when he opened his tail feathers, and his expression was complicated. "Pah, have some shame."

After much persuasion, Wen Ling finally convinced Wen He to believe that she was alright.

Several times afterward, Wen Ling's face remained the same, although not as exaggeratedly red as before, it was still rosy. Wen He was worried: "No, sis, I really have to take you to the hospital to get it checked out."

Wen Ling could only change the subject, adding a hint and a bit of revenge. She complained in a very slow voice, "I think you're right. Shang Chen really is a strong man. I will definitely not be with someone like him in the future."

Almost instantly, Wen He sensed that something was wrong.

He immediately turned around and saw Shang Chen, who was only halfway dressed. Connecting all the dots, Wen He understood everything in a few seconds, and then exclaimed, "Shang Chen, you're shameless!"

Shang Chen calmly shared his experience with him: "When pursuing a girl you like, why bother with saving face?"

Wen He: "..."

He recently had another fight with Bai Weiwei, and they've been giving each other the cold shoulder for several days. He hasn't been willing to swallow his pride and go to her, and Shang Chen is mocking him for it. Damn it.

…

Perhaps because there had been no news of Wen Ling and Shang Chen being together, a boy from another major waited outside the classroom after class that day, just to give Wen Ling a love letter.

Wen Ling apologized and said she hadn't accepted the love letter.

The boy looked at her, somewhat hesitant: "Can I... talk to you alone for a bit?"

He was a little nervous, so nervous that he stuttered a bit.

Wen Ling's words of refusal were already on the tip of her tongue. Perhaps seeing a reflection of her past self in him, she curved her lips into a smile: "Okay, sure, take your time, no need to rush."

Shang Chen: "?"

Shang Chen grabbed her wrist: "Are you really going?"

From the very beginning, Shang Chen wanted to get rid of this man, but he patiently let Wen Ling handle it herself.

So they actually want to talk to him alone, instead of leaving him here?

That won't do.

Wen Ling hesitated for a moment: "Can he listen in too?"

Shang Chen's expression finally improved a little. The boy said expressionlessly, "I want to tell you how I feel about you, but it's not appropriate to have outsiders around."

"..."

Shang Chen's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. Before he could speak, the boy shoved the love letter into Wen Ling's hands: "Today is not a good day. I will come again."

Then they ran away in a flash.

Shang Chen was furious when he saw the love letter, and he pinched it between his two fingers: "Does he think he's some kind of Big Bad Wolf? He'll come back again. I'll see if he has the guts."

The love letter was about to fall into the trash can the moment the words left her lips.

Wen Ling frowned at him: "Shang Chen, this is a love letter to me. I should be the one to handle it."

"You still want to see?" His anger seemed to flare up even more.

Wen Ling walked over, picked it up again, and shook her head: "No, it's just that it's impolite for you to throw it away like that. I'll give it back to him when he comes."

Shang Chen, at a loss, puffed out his cheeks, took a deep breath and then exhaled before finally pinching her cheek with a gentle pinch: "Wen Ling, are you just taking advantage of the fact that I'm not officially recognized, so you can bully me like this?"

Wen Ling looked completely innocent, even bewildered: "I didn't."

"I'm very angry now. Tell me, what should I do?"

"..." Wen Ling obediently took his hand, and seeing that he hadn't reacted yet, she tugged at him a little embarrassedly, "Let's go eat, or we'll miss the line."

Shang Chen held her hand tightly. He didn't dare to interlock his fingers with hers rashly. He was already satisfied as long as he could feel the warmth of her palm. But he still couldn't stand the love letter and reached out to take it away: "I'll return it for you next time."

The next day, Wen Ling went to class, and Shang Chen didn't go in to accompany her.

She stood guard outside the classroom door, fiddling with the corny pink love letter in her hand, waiting for the boy to walk right into her trap.

A few minutes before the end of get out of class, hurried footsteps came from the corridor. Shang Chen looked up and, sure enough, saw the person he was waiting for.

However, as soon as the boy saw it was him, he turned around and left.

"Brother, let's talk this out peacefully."

The boy clenched and unclenched his fist, then turned it back, saying with a touch of pride, "Fine, we're just competing fairly."

Shang Chen paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "Yes, fair competition."

Not far away, standing on the flower bed not far from the classroom.

Wen Ling will see him when she comes out.

Shang Chen pointed to himself: "Brother, what do you think I look like?"

The boy glanced at him, puzzled, and reluctantly commented, "Handsome."

Shang Chen smiled and asked, "You know what my family's financial situation is, right?"

The boy was getting impatient: "I know you're handsome, have good grades, and your family is rich. I can't compare to you in any way, but I also have something valuable that you don't. So, don't try to use these external factors to scare me away. Anyway, when it comes to pursuing Wen Ling, we'll compete fairly."

“Okay, of course it’s fair.” Shang Chen looked innocent, but his words were extremely cruel. “You think I’m such a good catch, but Wen Ling doesn’t even like me. What makes you think she would like you?”

The boy paused briefly, then looked back at him without hesitation, his eyes resolute: "Perhaps she'll like my personality. Maybe we're kindred spirits, our values ​​align, and we'll get along very well."

"..."

I resonate with you, you bastard.

Shang Chen applauded him, cheered him on, and gave him a thumbs up: "Awesome, brother, you can do it."

The boy secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glad that his aura hadn't crumbled, when he saw Shang Chen suddenly change his expression, grabbing him by the back of his neck and dragging him to a secluded corner: "Come on, buddy, let's have a match. I think you're just a toad trying to eat swan meat, daydreaming."

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Wen Ling emerged with the crowd and spotted them immediately: "Shang Chen?"

Shang Chen turned around: "Wait here for a while, I need to take care of some personal matters."

Seeing their aggressive demeanor, Wen Ling became a little anxious: "Don't... don't scare me."

"No fighting, no physical violence," Shang Chen coaxed her from across the steps. "Don't worry, go back to the classroom and sit for a while, I'll be right there."

The boy, not to be outdone, also tried to assert his presence: "Wen Ling, we're just doing what men should do. Don't worry, only barbaric and brainless people resort to violence to solve problems."

Wen Ling forced a smile, her lips stiffening slightly: "...Okay, okay."

Shang Chen frowned and tugged at his clothes, silencing him temporarily.