Chapter 55 Zhou Xiaoming Returns

Yu Qing returned to the classroom.

He glanced at Yuanxiu's seat and found him sitting there looking lost and dejected, as if he had experienced a major life-altering event.

As soon as Yu Qing sat down, Lu Chi asked curiously, "Where did you guys go out to do?"

"We talked about some things," Yu Qing replied simply.

"Oh." Lu Chi nodded thoughtfully and did not ask any further questions.

Yu Qing was about to put the snacks Lin Yueyue gave her into her schoolbag, but then she thought for a moment and stuffed all the snacks into Lu Chi's hand instead: "Here, have some."

"Aren't you going to eat?" Lu Chi looked at him in confusion.

"I don't really like eating snacks."

"But...but this was given to you by Lin Yueyue."

“You said it yourself, she gave it to me, so now I have the right to decide what to do with it. It’s none of her business who I give it to,” Yu Qing said with a smile.

"Alright then." Lu Chi accepted the bag of snacks and glanced in Lin Yueyue's direction.

Just then, Lin Yueyue saw Yu Qing handing snacks to Lu Chi, but she only glared at Yu Qing and didn't say anything.

Yu Qing pretended not to see it and went about her business with a clear conscience.

He's right. He's never liked snacks since he was a child, and he used to spend most of the pocket money his mom gave him on internet fees.

His philosophy on consumption was that he could forgo snacks, but he couldn't be offline. Over time, he grew past the age of enjoying snacks, and as he got older, he liked them even less.

Rather than letting it mold at home, it's better to do a favor.

If Lu Chi were to kill him in the future, at least he could spare him a few stabs for the sake of this bag of snacks.

...

"What? Yueyue, you're coming to stay at my house? That's great! Yueyue, I love you to death!"

When Wang Meili heard Lin Yueyue say she wanted to stay at her house, she excitedly hugged Lin Yueyue tightly.

"It's just a short stay," Lin Yueyue quickly explained.

"It's okay, you can stay as long as you want. Let me tell you, my mom's pickled fish is even better than that of a chef in a five-star hotel. I guarantee that once you've tasted it, you'll crave that flavor for the next twenty years," Wang Meili assured him, patting her chest.

"I can eat anything, I'm not picky."

"That won't do. When you come to my home, you must be treated with the highest level of hospitality."

At this point, Wang Meili immediately spoke up for Lin Yueyue: "But your dad is really something. He knew you didn't like that woman, but he still forced her into your house. To be honest, I didn't have a good first impression of that woman. She didn't look like a good person."

"How did you figure that out?" Lin Yueyue asked curiously.

"I have my reasons for saying this. Although her eyes are very beautiful, her face is not good. There is a kind of flirtatious look in her eyes, which makes her look indecent. I guess she has a lot of gynecological diseases."

"Beautiful, you can even read faces?"

"Let me put it this way. From a scientific point of view, a person's facial features will change as the facial muscles move repeatedly. For example, a person who often smiles will look sunny and cheerful over time, while a person who often frowns will often have a sour face. So facial features are not entirely deceptive; there is some scientific basis to them."

"Wow, Meili, you're amazing! Can you take a look at me?"

"sure."

Just as the two were talking.

The classroom suddenly fell silent.

The two looked curiously toward the classroom door.

His face was filled with surprise.

Zhou Xiaoming walked into the classroom.

After a few days apart, Zhou Xiaoming had completely changed.

His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, with a few strands hanging down his forehead, looking dull and lifeless, as if it hadn't been washed in a long time. His eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles even deeper than Yu Qing's, and his eye sockets were sunken.

Everyone knows that Zhou Xiaoming took leave this time because of a family emergency, but no one knows exactly what happened.

As soon as he walked into the classroom, all the students' eyes were immediately focused on him.

Yu Qing couldn't help but take a few more glances.

A question arose in my mind.

This guy probably took a day off to go online.

After all, he looks no different from a seasoned internet cafe pro who lives in an internet cafe year-round.

Zhou Xiaoming lowered his head and remained silent.

He moved numbly to his seat, and just as he was about to put down his backpack, his deskmate Li Wenjing frowned and moved to the side, seemingly disgusted by the smell on Zhou Xiaoming: "Zhou Xiaoming, you haven't showered for days. Can't you pay attention to your personal hygiene?"

As Li Wenjing spoke, she covered her nose with her hand.

Zhou Xiaoming suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes glaring at her: "None of your business."

Li Wenjing was immediately startled.

He stared at Zhou Xiaoming in disbelief.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, his face flushed red: "Zhou Xiaoming, what's wrong with you? I was just trying to give you a friendly reminder, why are you yelling at me?"

Zhou Xiaoming was already irritable and restless. Upon hearing this, he instantly lost control of his emotions, abruptly raised his head, and shouted, "Stop pretending! If you can't stand it, get out. Who cares if you remind me? Don't think that just because you're a woman, I won't dare to curse you."

"You're always looking in the mirror, and the two pounds of powder on your face makes me sick. You really think you're a fairy? Let me tell you, you're just a fat pig. Only people from Longjiang know how good your natural features are."

Li Wenjing was so angry that she cried.

Everyone around Zhou Xiaoming looked at him in surprise.

Zhou Xiaoming's unusual behavior today was completely foreign to them.

Why did you suddenly stand up?

Li Wenjing looked at him with disgust and fanned the air with her hand.

Zhou Xiaoming snapped out of his daze and saw that his classmates were looking at him with puzzled expressions. He immediately realized that he had just fallen into a hallucination again and slowly sat down.

He smacked his head twice, frantically pulled a bottle of medicine from his bag, poured out a handful, and swallowed it.

After finishing his meal, he lay down on the table and fell asleep.

"Neuropathy."

Li Wenjing muttered something to herself.

Then he took out a small mirror from his desk and examined himself carefully in the mirror, as if admiring a perfect work of art.

She felt that although she was a little chubby, she had a good foundation and looked good with just a little light makeup. She thought she might even be able to marry into a wealthy family in the future.