Chapter 52 Yes, I begged her

"Desensitization therapy?" Cheng Zhiwei opened his eyes wide, looking confused.

Lin Zixia looked at her and reached out to smooth down her frizzy light hair. "What I mean is, the more you care about and are sensitive about something, the more you force yourself to be exposed to it. Once you get used to it, you won't be as sensitive as you were at the beginning."

Cheng Zhiwei nodded, "But, what does this have to do with that?"

Lin Zixia picked up the Chinese textbook beside her to block her face. "I'll tell you when I succeed."

How could she say that she was coveting Lu Xiangye's abdominal muscles?

She must have been inexperienced, so she was so frightened.

It will be fine once she sees more.

Cheng Zhiwei wanted to ask more questions, but the bell rang, so he turned around.

This class was a history class. The history teacher was chattering on the podium, and Lin Zixia was supporting his chin with one hand and making notes from time to time with the other.

Lu Xiangye didn't even open the book, he was just blatantly doing his competition paper.

Lin Zixia lowered his voice, "You are too blatant, aren't you?"

Lu Xiangye paused, "Everyone's going to study science in the future. Haven't you seen how boring Old Li's lectures are? He won't care. It's a tacit understanding."

Lin Zixia pursed his lips and said, "That's not necessarily true."

"What?" Lu Xiangye didn't hear clearly and tilted his head closer.

Lin Zixia lowered his head and said, "Nothing, just do your paper."

Lu Xiangye looked at Lin Zixia. Her handwriting on the book was neat and tidy. When there was no space to write on the blank space, she would stick a sticky note on it. Her sticky notes also had cute little duck patterns printed on them.

When taking notes, he made two mistakes in writing. Lin Zixia crossed them out, frowned, stared at them for a long time, and looked conflicted. He finally tore them up, took out a new note, and started writing from the beginning.

Lu Xiangye laughed, "Lin Xiaoxia, do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

Lin Zixia rubbed his sore wrist and said, "You don't understand."

This book and this note must be kept forever. Although rewriting it will waste some time, at least she won't feel awkward every time she looks at it, and she won't always be annoyed by the two words she crossed out that affected the organization and beauty of the book.

Lin Zixia thought that she did seem to have some obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Sometimes she didn't have enough time to take notes in class, so she had to write quickly, but that made her handwriting ugly. She didn't want to look at messy notes every time she read, so when she couldn't write, she simply didn't write at all and would borrow other students' notes after class to make up for it.

Lu Xiangye looked at her for a long time.

Although they had been sitting at the same table for so long that he had long been accustomed to her sense of ritual and insistence which he thought was unnecessary, he still found it somewhat magical to see that she was very particular about every detail.

Lin Zixia has many little quirks in studying.

For example, the same type of sticky notes must be used for the same course, and the color must be consistent even after use.

Each question in the math error book must be solved in two or more ways, and there are only two colors: red and black, while the English error book likes to use a variety of different colors.

Notes for subjects like politics, history, and geography must be kept neatly and clearly. No black marks or underscores are allowed. Key points will be highlighted with different colored highlighters: reasons must be in blue, and significance in yellow...

Lu Xiangye looked at the timeline of modern political system changes she had just written and said slowly, "It's wrong."

"Huh? Where?"

Lu Xiangye pointed casually, and Lin Zixia quickly started checking from the beginning. She looked through it and looked at Lu Xiangye, "No."

Lu Xiangye looked at her with a half-smile, "I was just kidding."

Lin Zixia gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, "Lu, Xiang, Ye."

Lu Xiangye raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled, "What's wrong?"

He looks like he deserves a beating.

Lin Zixia took a deep breath and looked up at the history teacher at the podium. A sly look flashed in her eyes. She raised her hand and said, "Teacher Li, Lu Xiangye said he wants to participate in this interesting history competition."

Let’s settle old and new accounts together.

The history teacher looked over and said, "Oh, Student Lu actually wants to participate. Great! Everyone, please sign up. Is there anyone else?"

Lin Zixia tilted his head, his eyebrows slightly curved, "Student Lu, you must do your best."

Lu Xiangye bent his knuckles slightly and tapped them on the table. He chuckled softly and slowly spoke amidst Lin Zixia's triumphant smile, "Teacher Li, classmate Lin also wants to participate. She was embarrassed, so I had to speak for her."

Lin Zixia's eyes widened.

Lu Xiangye smiled roguely, "Then let's join together, classmate Lin."

Lin Zixia: You are so cruel

After class, Cheng Zhiwei turned to look at Lin Zixia, "Xia Xia, why do you suddenly want to participate in this fun competition?"

In elite classes, the humanities have always been neglected. Many students even do homework for other subjects during class. Before the division of the humanities into sciences, teachers turned a blind eye and were accustomed to this situation. After all, for students studying science, the only thing they needed to do was pass the college entrance examination.

Even the history teacher didn't expect that anyone would volunteer to sign up for this event.

Lin Zixia clenched the pen in her hand, wishing she was pinching Lu Xiangye's neck. "Lu Xiangye begged me to join him, so I went along out of kindness."

Cheng Zhiwei was confused, "Lu...he took the initiative to participate?"

Lin Zixia: “Yeah.”

Wu You, who was talking to Lu Xiangye: "???"

"Sister Xiaoxia, Brother Lu... please?"

Wu You widened his eyes in disbelief, his gaze shifting between the two of them.

Lin Zixia looked at Wu You, who was in shock, and nodded sincerely, "Yes, if you don't believe me, ask him."

Wu You looked at Lu Xiangye.

How could Brother Lu ask for help?

Lu Xiangye leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his dark eyes sweeping across Lin Zixia's fair and smiling face.

Still angry.

He nodded, his voice lazy and decadent, and answered readily, "Yes, I asked her for it."

Wu You’s eyes were as big as copper bells. Is this still the Brother Lu he knew?

Lin Zixia gave him a strange look and said, "You are quite honest."

Lu Xiangye raised his eyes slightly and said jokingly, "Student Lin taught you well."