Chapter 7: Philanthropy and the Shura Field

The weather gradually turned cooler. On the second day, the air was covered with a layer of mist and dew rose into the air, making it a bit chilly.

Zhu Yanshi was woken up by the cold. He sat on the bed in a daze, his head feeling dizzy.

When he got out of bed to change his clothes, he put on a sweater, a cheap white windbreaker as his outer layer, and a pair of black sweatpants.

The original body's clothes were not good quality, they were all low-quality products purchased online, priced no more than a hundred, and many were priced at thirty or forty.

Every day when Zhu Yanshi stood in front of the wardrobe, he had to pick out a flower from the shit, and his bottom line kept getting lower and lower.

At least dress like a human being...

Because he was weak, no matter how thickly he wore, his hands and feet could not keep warm. When Zhu Yanshi picked up his backpack and went out, his steps were unsteady and he was half leaning on Yuan Qing.

The boy squinted his eyes and stuffed his hands into his pockets. When he came down from the dormitory building, he was blown by the wind outside and sneezed loudly.

Yuan Qing reached out to touch Zhu Yanshi's forehead and frowned.

"Do you have a fever?"

His eyes dropped down and suddenly caught sight of a scratch on Zhu Yan's neck.

"How did it get here?"

The fingers gently touched the boy's neck, which felt a little itchy.

Zhu Yanshi sniffed, raised his hand to scratch, felt a slight sting, and curled his lips.

"I was bitten by a mad dog... I'll go to the infirmary after class to get some medicine."

There was a nasal tone in the voice.

As Zhu Yanshi walked out of the dormitory building, he kept his neck hunched, but he could see people standing under the trees on both sides of the door from a distance.

They walked towards this side together and raised the breakfast in their hands in front of Yuan Qing.

"What a coincidence." Song Zhiyu said.

"Good morning." Fu Qi'an also said.

The voices came together, the two turned their heads, looked at each other, and then their eyes fell on Zhu Yanshi.

Zhu Yanshi had a standard professional fake smile on his face. He took his hands out of his pockets, ignored the fiery gazes in front of him, and took the breakfast from their hands.

“Thank you, thank you…”

She picked out the food Yuan Qing liked and handed it to him, then raised the corners of her mouth and sniffed her slightly red nose.

"What are you eating?"

He handed the breakfast forward in a servile manner.

Song Zhiyu took a step back in disgust, then cleverly stood next to Yuan Qing, as if avoiding some virus. He lowered his head and asked in a very gentle voice.

"I brought this from Qingyunzhai. Do you want to try it and see if it tastes good?"

The voice fell and someone else interrupted.

“Delicious, delicious…”

Zhu Yanshi was eating a green rice dumpling, and his soft cheeks puffed up. He noticed that the man next to him had a murderous look, so he made a zipper-tightening gesture.

Shut up.

When he looked up, he saw Fu Qi'an staring at him with cold eyes and raised his chin, his meaning was very clear.

Go sideways.

Zhu Yanshi took a step back with his breakfast in hand and said, "Let me tie my shoelaces."

He bent down and perfunctorily tapped his shoes, which had no laces at all.

He looked up and saw the eyes of the people in front of him were fixed on his puffy cheeks.

“…”

Zhu Yanshi's mouth twitched.

"Oops, I forgot I didn't wear shoes with laces, hahahahahaha..."

When Yuan Qing turned around, Fu Qi'an naturally stood on his other side.

Smelling the fragrance emanating from the man, the drooping corners of her mouth slowly straightened.

"You can try the soy milk I brought you. It's freshly made and very sweet."

Turning around, Zhu Yanshi lowered his head and cooperatively handed the soy milk to Yuan Qing, then took a step back.

His mind was dizzy and his thoughts were all kinds of weird. He almost laughed out loud. He felt like a eunuch.

Just as the corners of his mouth were raised, another gust of wind blew, and Zhu Yanshi sneezed again. His head was like a paste.

The distance from the dormitory to the classroom is not long, and Zhu Yanshi would happen to interject a word or two when the atmosphere was awkward, allowing them to start talking again.

When he has nothing else to do, he just keeps his head down and eats.

Yuan Qing simply ate a few green rice dumplings and had no desire to eat any more. Zhu Yanshi, on the other hand, was very rude and finished all the breakfast that the two of them brought.

There was a sharp contrast between the two people's eating habits, and there was a hint of disgust in Song Zhiyu and Fu Qi'an's eyes.

The main reason was that Yuan Qing was too good-looking and ate very politely, while Zhu Yanshi next to him looked rude and barbaric with the way he chewed his food in big mouthfuls.

Not presentable.

People are afraid of being compared.

The more we compare, the more obvious Yuan Qing's goodness becomes.

Song Zhiyu actually felt relieved in his heart, and lamented that it was a good thing that he didn't let that ugly guy Zhu Yanshi succeed that day.

He also became more considerate and gentle towards Yuan Qing.

When a few people arrived at the classroom, all the students who were originally sitting sparsely turned their eyes to them.

The classroom gradually became quiet.

There are only a few influential people in the school: seniors Song Zhiyu and Fu Qi'an, and sophomore Yuan Qing.

These students never imagined that they would meet these three people in the classroom at the same time.

What broke the awkwardness was Zhu Yanshi, who stood next to the three flowers, as if wearing a wig.

The boy frowned, suddenly waved his hand, and ran away like the wind, ran out of the classroom, hugged the trash can and vomited.

The heart-wrenching sound of vomiting could be clearly heard in the classroom.

Fu Qian'an frowned and took several steps back in disgust, feeling more and more that the fragrance on Yuan Qing's body was a gift.

Zhu Yanshi felt like he was going to vomit his stomach.

My nose is blocked and my cold seems to be getting worse.

The breakfast we just had tasted very good. We could feel the freshness of the ingredients when we took the first bite. Although he was not feeling well, Zhu Yanshi still ate a lot.

Now, after completely vomiting out the delicious food he had just eaten, he stood up and took a break for a while, then irritably pushed the loose hair on his forehead back.

Things before my eyes gradually became clear.

Suddenly, he heard approaching footsteps from behind. He turned around and saw Yuan Qing approaching with a frown, holding his thermos in his hand.

"Rinse your mouth."

Zhu Yanshi waved his hands. His eyes were red, and there was a layer of mist in front of his eyes. His nose was red, and against his exceptionally fair skin, he looked more like a bullied little white rabbit.

"Don't infect you..."

His voice was a little hoarse.

"Class is about to start, hurry in."

Zhu Yanshi pushed Yuan Qing's shoulders and walked forward. He did not forget the heavy responsibility on his shoulders, but he did not dare to let the financiers wait.

After sending the person to his seat, he stood in the aisle next to him and could sense the disgust on Song Zhiyu's face.

A pair of black and white eyes stared at him, and a hand wearing an exquisite watch blocked the empty seat next to him.

The eyes say——

If you dare to sit next to me, you're dead.

Zhu Yanshi raised his foot and turned in another direction, walked over and sat down next to Fu Qian'an, completely ignoring the expression on the other's face, as if he didn't see it, he didn't know.

As he lay on the table, his voice drifted over in a hoarse voice.

"Please bear with me for a moment..."

"Since I'm sitting next to Young Master Song, he'll be thinking about me again..."

He added another sentence, then turned his head to the side, leaving only the full back of his head visible to the three people next to him.

"I'll take a nap."

Fu Qian'an's obsessive-compulsive disorder was shouting, but his good upbringing made him resist the urge to kick the person next to him.

He could only put on a cold face and move closer to Yuan Qing.

You can't sit in an ugly posture, you have to keep your back straight the whole time and have a smile on your face that says "I'm fine, I'm good."

The classroom quickly filled up. In the past, there wouldn't be so many people attending this course, but someone had posted the news that all the campus idols had gathered on the campus website early on.

Everyone who saw the news quickly dressed up and rushed over. When the old professor walked in, he was shocked by the scene.

Is he so popular now?

The consequence of the lively classroom was that the old professor had a rare sense of responsibility and became more and more passionate as he spoke.

Even in the second half, his eyes swept over the students who were whispering to each other, and his gaze fell quietly on the teenager in the second row who was blatantly sleeping on the table.

If we want to have good discipline, we must make good use of the method of killing the chicken to scare the monkey.

He threw the chalk in his hand forward accurately and hit the boy on the head.

"You, stand up and answer the question I just asked."

The sound drifted away.

Zhu Yanshi was hit on the head by a piece of chalk in his sleep, and then an old man with a long beard appeared, chanting scriptures continuously.

"You stand up and answer the questions... You stand up and answer the questions... You stand up and answer the questions..."

He opened his eyes drowsily. The classroom was very quiet and all eyes were on him.

He blinked and saw the white-bearded professor standing on the podium raise his chin.

"Just you."

Zhu Yanshi's elbow moved to the side and hit Fu Qian'an's stiff arm.

The other person's nonchalant expression froze, and the young man next to him spoke shamelessly.

"I'm calling you."

Fu Qi'an narrowed his eyes, tightened his fingers on the table, and veins bulged on the back of his hands.

Only at this moment did I finally understand what it meant to be frustrated.

If it were in the past, if such a dirty person touched him, he would definitely kick the person away.

If it wasn't for leaving an elegant impression in front of Yuan Qing, why would he endure for so long?

"Don't call anyone else! Just the guy lying on the table in the jacket!"

The professor clearly pointed out Zhu Yanshi's external characteristics.

When everyone stood up unsteadily, the professor repeated what he had just said with a dark face.

"Answer my question just now."

Zhu Yanshi felt unwell and his eyes subconsciously fell on Fu Qian'an's face. The other party actually pointed to a question in the book out of compassion.

Zhu Yanshi read out the following answer.

The classroom was silent for a moment, and the professor's fingers on the podium flexed.

Laughter continued to be heard behind him, and Zhu Yanshi felt something was wrong, and then the professor's roar floated over.

"That was already covered in the previous lesson!"

"Go to the back of the classroom and stand there!"

Zhu Yanshi: "..."

Fu Gou harmed me!

Zhu Yanshi's speechless expression was very interesting, and Fu Qian'an slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

The frustration in my heart dissipated completely.

When Zhu Yanshi stood at the back of the classroom with a book in his hand, he said two words calmly.

"childish."

Fu Qian'an's back stiffened for a moment, and the smile on his lips slowly faded.

What's wrong with him?

He was actually playing while teasing Zhu Yan?

Even find it interesting?

Fu Qi'an clenched his gloved fingers and narrowed his eyes.

Turning around, she met Song Zhiyu's playful expression.

The man lowered his voice, moved closer to Yuan Qing, and said shameless words that sounded a bit mean.

"Fu Qi'an seems to like Zhu Yanshi very much."

"So much attention to him..."

The voice is low and lazy.

Yuan Qing paused while writing notes, turned his head and looked at Fu Qian'an with a slightly cold look.

Fu Qi'an's gaze fell on the table, and his voice remained flat.

"Yuan Qing's friends are my friends."

"Then you are quite philanthropic."

Song Zhiyu smiled sarcastically.

Fu Qi'an took off the glasses on his nose and tilted his head.

"Of course I can't compare to Mr. Song. I don't understand what it feels like to go with a former suitor."

"Being able to live in peace with someone pursuing me shouldn't be considered annoying, right?"

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