32 Xie Yunhuai's Side Story (1)

Hey Xie, give me back my candy.

In front of the dim, cold desk, Xie Yunhuai slowly opened his eyes with a furrowed brow.

Before he could fully wake up, the school bell, which was almost etched into his soul, rang out like a death knell.

At the same time, as Xie Yunhuai looked up ahead, the homeroom teacher, who had entered the classroom with the same posture and even the same steps in countless cycles, also stood on the podium with a stern face.

Almost instinctively, Xie Yunhuai turned his head to the left, avoiding eye contact with those dense, eerie eyes.

But because of this turn of her head, she saw a boy sitting in his seat with a frown, leaning casually against the edge of the desk behind him.

Xie Yunhuai paused for a brief moment.

This new deskmate seems a bit different from the previous ones.

What exactly is different...? Maybe it's that it looks more intimidating?

When he frowns, the arrogance and coldness hidden in his eyes are completely undisguised.

However, the thought only flashed through Xie Yunhuai's mind for a moment before the other party noticed. He quickly looked away and listened calmly as the homeroom teacher above him angrily recited the words he had heard a thousand times.

"The college entrance exam is only five days away, and look at you all in this half-dead state. How are you going to beat everyone else?!"

The sound of the blackboard eraser slamming onto the podium was particularly jarring.

Xie Yunhuai quietly held his breath: Another person is about to die.

He hated the persistent, strong smell of blood that lingered in his nostrils, so holding his breath when he saw corpses and blood had become a habit.

And just as he suspected, someone died, and it was one of those newly arrived students in the classroom.

However, the person sitting next to him remained relatively calm and did not become one of the students who died at the very beginning of the game.

As the thick stench of blood quickly replaced the screams of panic and filled the classroom, Xie Yunhuai looked at the densely packed words on the page and blinked slowly.

I don't seem to remember what was taught in that class.

Even though I've heard and done the same things hundreds or thousands of times in reincarnation, for some reason, as the number of reincarnations increases, the knowledge and memories in my mind seem to become increasingly thin.

Perhaps, I'm going to die during the break between the first and second classes again?

Xie Yunhuai was all too aware of the various ways he would die in each reincarnation.

The earliest time he died was when he entered reincarnation for the first time after his tragic death. Like his new classmates, he panicked and shouted in the classroom, trying to tell everyone the "truth" and the "abnormality," but he died before he could even speak.

Later, the most common way he died was because of homework. His increasingly worse memory made him more and more confused when facing homework. It was as if he no longer recognized the questions. So all that awaited him was repeated rages and death driven by instinct.

Thinking about this, Xie Yunhuai even secretly thought to himself: Maybe when I turn into a monster, the first person I'll bite is this not-so-troublesome classmate next to me.

Should I apologize to him in my heart beforehand?

No, he looks very strong. He might not be able to bite me and might even kill me.

Thinking of this, Xie Yunhuai couldn't help but get a little distracted, his thoughts wandering: When I turn into a monster later, should I let another classmate bite me first?

Although he has become a monster, he will retain his memories, so if possible, Xie Yunhuai still wants to die with some dignity.

Although he had already rehearsed many scenes of his own death in his mind, Xie Yunhuai still held his pen and wrote diligently when get out of class actually ended.

He still wanted to live, even if it was only for one more class period, one more minute, or even just one more question...

But he was very accurate in predicting his own abilities.

He encountered another problem he couldn't understand.

I clearly remember hearing and doing this problem a thousand times!

He had clearly been trying his best to eliminate all distractions and the smell of blood, and to concentrate on listening to the lesson!

Why do I still encounter questions that I don't understand or are almost completely unfamiliar with so quickly?

Is my brain getting dumber and dumber after each death?

Or will he eventually become as ignorant and unaware as his classmates, one day forgetting that he has fallen into the cycle of reincarnation, forgetting who he is, and only being pushed down and killed like a chess piece in the cycle of reincarnation time and time again?

How could I accept that?

How could he, as the only one with memories, willingly be dragged into this endless cycle, with no chance to leave the school again?

Like words trapped in a textbook, their permutations and combinations are predetermined, and they can never escape them...

Xie Yunhuai stared intently at the increasingly unfamiliar question, the words of which were becoming bizarre and fantastical. The bloodshot veins in his eyes grew thicker and thicker, and the anger that had accumulated in his heart through countless reincarnations began to swell silently. He had clearly guessed how he would die, but when he actually faced it, even though he had experienced it hundreds or thousands of times, he was still swept up by fate and emotions, unaware that his own transformation was taking place.

My heart was filled with anger, resentment, fear, and even despair.

What is the answer to this question?

Why do I always encounter questions I can't answer?

Why me of all people?!

...

"Knock knock..."

The short, light tapping sound abruptly interrupted Xie Yunhuai's increasingly obsessive emotions.

Xie Yunhuai, sensing something, suddenly turned his head to look at the other person.

Unexpectedly, I was met with a pair of extremely beautiful, clear, light green eyes.

"Here, hurry up and copy this, there are only two minutes left before class starts." The owner of the green eyes moved the densely written notes to Xie Yunhuai's side.

But Xie Yunhuai stared into his eyes and it took him a while to realize that he understood what he was saying.

Blinking blankly, Xie Yunhuai realized that he had probably been pulled back from the brink of death by him.

"...Thank you." He smiled gratefully at his new deskmate.

But secretly, I breathed a sigh of relief.

It's great, it seems like I can live a little longer in this cycle of reincarnation.

The other person's notes were very complete. After Xie Yunhuai copied the answer to that question, he noticed that the handwriting in the notebook was actually quite beautiful.

The brushstrokes are sharp and the characters are written casually, yet they do not appear messy.

His writing exudes a crisp and unrestrained spirit, easily bringing to mind the phrase: "His handwriting reflects his personality."

After Xie Yunhuai finished copying, he returned the notebook.

Then, during the long time the teacher was inside, while seemingly staring intently at their test paper, they were actually pondering the personality of their helpful deskmate.

I wonder how long he will live in this cycle of reincarnation.

Those eyes are so beautiful, like the first cluster of light green buds sprouting from the treetops in spring.

Such beautiful eyes, wouldn't it be wonderful if we could gouge them out and preserve them permanently using special methods?

But it's a real shame that the owner of these eyes doesn't seem willing to lose them...

If the topic could be changed to making beautiful eyes, I might even get a perfect score.

Before I knew it, a lot of random thoughts came to mind, but they were all interrupted by the teacher's order to hand in the test paper.

Xie Yunhuai could have gotten up and handed in the exam paper himself, but for some inexplicable reason, he looked at Qin Fu'an and whispered before the other person got up, "Teacher Zhang has a fierce temper, so I'll hand it in for you this time."

After he finished speaking, he felt his heart beat faster because he felt guilty.

This was the first time he had secretly spread rumors about his teacher.

But he still managed to calmly reach for his new deskmate's test paper and walk toward the podium, maintaining a composed demeanor.

Before handing in his paper, Xie Yunhuai glanced at it casually and saw three bold characters: Qin Fu'an.

This name seems to be the complete opposite of the other person's personality.

Many students didn't hand in their papers in this class; they were all new students.

As Xie Yunhuai listened intently to his new classmates' excuses, he thought to himself that his deskmate seemed different from the other new students.

He was able to hand in his paper, and not only hand it in, he also completed the exam for himself.

It seems my new deskmate is quite impressive...

The thought had barely crossed Xie Yunhuai's mind when a hand suddenly appeared before his lowered eyes. Long, slender fingers held a light note between them and quietly placed it on his desk.

Xie Yunhuai: "...?"

He turned his head abruptly, startled, somewhat unable to believe that the other person would secretly pass a note while the teacher was angry!

Aren't you afraid of getting caught?

This is behavior that is not allowed according to the class rules...

Xie Yunhuai was a little nervous, but he found that his deskmate not only did not feel uneasy about violating the class rules, but also boldly pushed the note forward again under his gaze.

He pushed it...?

Xie Yunhuai could even feel a slight itch as the edge of the paper was gently pushed closer to his wrist.

Xie Yunhuai: "..."

Due to the intense tension and sudden fright, his heart was pounding out of control. His nerves were on edge, constantly watching to see if the teacher in front of him would suddenly notice his little movements. But his body, extremely honest, secretly lifted up and then quietly pressed down on the note.

Xie Yunhuai assumed that his new deskmate must have some important question to ask in order to risk passing notes in class.

Before even reading the contents of the note, he had already mentally prepared himself to answer every question.

But when Xie Yunhuai actually saw the contents of the note, he froze for a second in disbelief, then closed his eyes and opened them again while doubting himself...

Yes, the contents of the note remain unchanged.

I didn't see it wrong, nor was it a hallucination caused by excessive tension.

A line of flamboyant words was written in familiar handwriting on the paper: What's your name?

Xie Yunhuai stared at the paper and the words for a full three or four seconds before slowly taking another deep breath.

If he didn't do that, he was afraid that he might impulsively throw the paper back at Qin Fu'an's overly outstanding face.

The tension in his heart turned into a silent, inexplicable anger. Xie Yunhuai turned to look at Qin Fu'an, only to meet the other's innocent, urging gaze.

For a fleeting moment, Xie Yunhuai's initial impression of Qin Fu'an was completely overturned.

What do you mean by "not to be trifled with," "smart," or "extraordinary"...?

This guy is actually a bastard who's incredibly audacious just because he has pretty eyes!

Xie Yunhuai crumpled the paper on the table into a ball, pursed his lips, and silently warned himself not to have any more interaction with his new deskmate.

He was grateful to the other person for giving him a little more time to live, but he had a gut feeling that the other person's personality and behavior were beyond his control.

Such an arrogant and dangerous person is destined to attract a lot of attention, and when that happens, crisis and death will follow. It's best to stay away from him to avoid becoming an unlucky victim.

However, in the following period of time, Xie Yunhuai found that his thoughts had no effect on Qin Fu'an at all.

The other student was still writing notes, but he tossed them to the new student, who then found a way to delay the class.

The other person kept turning his head to stare at him from time to time. Xie Yunhuai wanted to ignore it, but Qin Fu'an's gaze was as aggressive as he was.

It was just a glance, but it made Xie Yunhuai extremely uncomfortable. He felt that every part of his body that the other person's gaze swept over became hot and awkward.

There was no other way. In order not to reveal anything unusual, Xie Yunhuai could only bury his head even lower. This way, he could both conceal his expression and pretend to be very busy and listening to the lecture attentively.

But Xie Yunhuai found that the more he tried to avoid it, the more intrusive the other person's gaze seemed to become...

He gripped the pen tightly, turned his head and glared angrily at the other person, trying to warn him not to go too far.

But... Qin Fu'an's eyes are really beautiful.

Every time he saw them, he couldn't help but want to gouge out those eyes and keep them as a keepsake.

Xie Yunhuai tried his best to suppress the strange thoughts in his mind, ignored Qin Fu'an, and sat back down in his seat, lost in thought.

You can't help but daydream, because the teacher has already explained the same topic many times, thanks to the new students' attempts to obstruct the lesson.

As expected, the teacher's difficult question arrived after class, but what surprised Xie Yunhuai was Qin Fu'an's reaction.

"What would you do in this situation?" he asked himself, feigning curiosity.

Xie Yunhuai didn't want to talk to Qin Fu'an, nor did he want to see Qin Fu'an's arrogant and unrestrained behavior, but under the gaze of those eyes, he pursed his lips and told the truth.

"If we can't get out, we die." At that moment, Xie Yunhuai was even somewhat looking forward to Qin Fu'an's reaction.

Will he be frightened? Will he share my fear of death?

Will he... die with me during this break?

But all these chaotic thoughts came to an end with Qin Fu'an's powerful kick.

That's right, Qin Fu'an kicked the teacher who was blocking the classroom door out in front of everyone...

Xie Yunhuai stared blankly at the teacher who was lying on the ground screaming angrily, and his classmates were also staring blankly at the teacher.

This was the first time they had ever seen their teacher so disheveled, and Qin Fu'an so arrogant.

Before Xie Yunhuai could even react, Qin Fu'an grabbed his wrist and dragged him outside.

Although he was almost pulled off balance, Xie Yunhuai was secretly surprised and delighted as he stepped over Teacher Zhang's plump and soft body.

What an amazing experience! I never knew teachers could be trampled on by their students.

And the feel of stepping on it is so unique.

But Xie Yunhuai couldn't think of anything else right away.

The omnipresent, howling wind outside the classroom almost blew his already dazed mind into a complete blank.

Running in such a biting cold wind, Xie Yunhuai could hardly ignore the warmth on his wrist.

The other person gripped it tightly; although it was a normal body temperature, it appeared scorching hot in the cold winter.

Therefore, after stopping, Xie Yunhuai couldn't wait to break free from the hand that had been restraining him.

Xie Yunhuai dislikes Qin Fu'an.

Xie Yunhuai hated the killing and dismembered flesh everywhere. He suppressed the urge to vomit, his stomach churning with hunger and nausea. Xie Yunhuai couldn't even remember how he got back to the classroom and sat down.

After his distress subsided, he realized that the desk next to him was empty.

Qin Fu'an did not return.

Xie Yunhuai found it difficult to describe his emotions and thoughts during that waiting period, because he realized that he did not want to hear the news of Qin Fu'an's death.

Qin Fu'an shouldn't have died so young.

To avoid getting distracted, Xie Yunhuai simply lowered his head and continued writing the exam paper.

The school bell rang, and Teacher Zhang, who looked strange and flat, appeared at the door. Xie Yunhuai's sense of unease about Qin Fu'an's death intensified. Just as he was speculating about the cause of Qin Fu'an's death, that familiar figure slowly walked into the classroom to the sound of the school bell.

Xie Yunhuai himself didn't realize that the moment Qin Fu'an appeared, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was also a little smug: See, I told you this person wouldn't die so easily, right?

After Qin Fu'an sat down again, Xie Yunhuai quickly moved the scroll full of writing in front of Qin Fu'an.

Meeting the thoughtful gaze of the other person, Xie Yunhuai clenched his pen in frustration, but tried his best to appear indifferent and calm. His mind had never been so clever when he was making excuses for his behavior.

"I don't owe you anything anymore."

Xie Yunhuai was satisfied with his words. He was only repaying Qin Fu'an's previous favor, which was reasonable. Once they were even, he and Qin Fu'an would have no further connection.

But that bastard Qin Fu'an! Not only did he not appreciate it, he also leaned close to his ear and deliberately accused him of cheating!

Xie Yunhuai had never been this angry, not even when he died, yet Qin Fu'an could easily stir up all his emotions time and time again.

Qin Fu'an is mentally ill.

If they don't appreciate it, fine. It's Qin Fu'an who died, not Xie Yunhuai.

Filled with anger, Xie Yunhuai pulled back his test paper, lowered his head, and ignored the other person.

What he himself didn't realize was that, besides anger, he also felt a strange sense of grievance.

This feeling of grievance quietly spread over time, only to be interrupted by Qin Fu'an.

Because Teacher Zhang... is really strange.

Xie Yunhuai tried to control himself from smiling, but Zhang Laoshi, who was flat and whose anger and resentment were like a two-dimensional drawing, was really strange and funny.

Xie Yunhuai was a little embarrassed and annoyed at himself for being so easily appeased, even though he was genuinely angry...

"Here you go." As Qin Fu'an's smiling voice rang out, it seemed as if a strange object was stuffed into his pocket.

It's sugar.

Holding the candy, Xie Yunhuai stared blankly at Qin Fu'an. Qin Fu'an's mouth opened and closed as if he was saying something, but Xie Yunhuai felt as if he hadn't heard a word.

It turns out she went to buy herself candy.

Is Qin Fu'an really mentally ill?

Just to buy a single piece of candy...

Xie Yunhuai listened to Qin Fu'an's rambling.

I heard Qin Fu'an say that he is a picky eater, and I also heard Qin Fu'an say that picky eaters are difficult to raise and will suffer from malnutrition.

For some reason, seeing Qin Fu'an's carefree smile, Xie Yunhuai's initial grievances suddenly amplified many times over. He had no intention of thinking about the consequences of Qin Fu'an handing in a blank paper, and he remained silent with his head down throughout the process of Qin Fu'an becoming Teacher Qin.

Xie Yunhuai's mind was filled with Qin Fu'an's two sentences and the piece of candy he was holding in his hand.

I'm not a picky eater.

I'm not difficult to raise.

I am not malnourished.

You were the one who was supposed to buy me candy.

You chose to take the risk yourself.

I didn't ask you to raise it...

On the podium, Qin Fu'an, now Teacher Qin, seemed unapproachable. The flamboyant and unrestrained Qin Fu'an was a completely different creature from the empty and numb monsters below the stage.

Despite Qin Fu'an's warm and dazzling presence, Xie Yunhuai suddenly felt a surge of malice and resentment towards him.

Let this Teacher Qin die.

Die in this classroom.

To die right before one's eyes.

Let those green eyes be stained with blood, and let all the light on his body be extinguished.

The candy in his hand had long been crushed to pieces. Xie Yunhuai glanced down at it, and then, without hesitation, threw it into the trash can along with the invalid test paper the moment the bell rang.

If Qin Fu'an could be like this trash, quietly letting him crush and discard it, that would be a more wonderful thing than living.

This was the first time Xie Yunhuai had ever longed for someone's death.

But Qin Fu'an ignored his malice and leaned in through the window, extending his hand in front of him.

"Xiao Xie, give me back my candy."

In just one sentence, eight words, Qin Fu'an shattered all of Xie Yunhuai's malice into pieces.

Qin Fu'an asked him to return the candy.

But he threw the candy away...

Under Qin Fu'an's relentless pressure, Xie Yunhuai's only thought was to buy Qin Fu'an candy right now.

But more than anything, he felt a rapidly swelling sense of shame, anger, and embarrassment, a feeling he himself was unaware of, with reddened eyes.

Xie Yunhuai was ready to go buy candy; he didn't want to owe Qin Fu'an anything.

However, the hand that had been extended to ask him to return the candy was then flipped and raised, and gently patted the top of his own head.

He was stopped by Qin Fu'an at the classroom door.

Once again, his wrist was gripped and pulled back, and Xie Yunhuai was unable to break free from his hold.

Qin Fu'an said that if he didn't want to eat it, he could have what was left.

Qin Fu'an said that deskmates should be closer than ordinary classmates.

Qin Fu'an was like an impenetrable city wall and an unfathomable sea. Faced with him, Xie Yunhuai could only feel powerless and make compromises time and time again.

So Xie Yunhuai, who had just lost the candy, was not only not scolded, but was also given a small piece of rich and sweet chocolate.

Afterwards, they enjoyed a sumptuous lunch that Qin Fu'an brought back to the classroom.

But Qin Fu'an went out without even eating because of his new classmate.

Xie Yunhuai felt somewhat irritated.

Is Qin Fu'an really that helpful? Anyone can easily get his help. Is this what he means by classmates helping each other?

If all his classmates died, he wouldn't have this idea of ​​helping each other anymore, right?

As it turns out, Qin Fu'an really was a strange and excessive person.

Xie Yunhuai was dragged by him to the entrance of the cafeteria.

Xie Yunhuai's fear of the cafeteria was greater than his fear of death, but Qin Fu'an seemed oblivious to his resistance and dragged him down to eat.

Then, Xie Yunhuai heard the noisy discussion from the people next door.

"The big shot is really special to his deskmate. He was indeed harassing him in the morning."

"...If being harassed means I can get a decent meal, then I can too."

"Ha, love-struck."

Xie Yunhuai, who heard every word clearly, was speechless.

[Author's Note]

Sweet treats for each other~ These two are the perfect match! A perfect, top-tier, heavenly couple!

I promised to add an extra chapter, so there will be a short chapter around 1 p.m.~ It won't take up tomorrow's 6,000-word quota.

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Thank you to the little angel who threw the landmine:

Yan Xie has one biological father;

Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution:

It's 50 bottles of little bugs;

Russian-style snow hat, 10 bottles of Rainless Waterproof Mask;

Five bottles of Starfall and Rabbit;

Didi Didi, 3 bottles;

I have two bottles of crane-shaped liquor;

Decline, Seventeen, Concubine, Kiwifruit, Sleeping Party Participant, Lonely Boat in Clear Rain (1 bottle);

Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!