A little bickering can be good for the relationship.
During physics class that day, Nanqi, seeing Song Zhao listening attentively in front of her, couldn't resist playing pranks on her. She would tug at Song Zhao's school uniform jacket from behind, and then gently touch her neck with her fingertips, making Song Zhao ticklish. Song Zhao would whisper, "Stop it," but she would lean back in her chair, indulging Nanqi's mischief.
"We're in class, you can touch me after class," Song Zhao whispered, reminding him, "The teacher is watching."
"Alright then, but I just can't resist. Your neck is so soft and tender, the more I touch it, the better it feels..."
Suddenly, the physics teacher threw a piece of chalk at her. Nanqi reacted quickly, ducking and dodging to the side. The chalk flew past her and landed on the ground.
"Student, if you're not going to study, you can leave now. Don't disturb the other students who are trying to concentrate on their lessons."
Nanqi said dismissively, "It didn't affect me."
The physics teacher glared at her, broke the chalk in his hand into two pieces, and threw it at Nanqi repeatedly. One piece missed, but Nanqi caught the other with her hand.
The physics teacher's face contorted with rage. "What were you muttering about down there?!"
"nothing…"
"Get out! You don't need to attend my class anymore."
Nanqi sighed heavily, propped herself up on the desk with both hands, and stood up. She really felt that this chair was superfluous. She hadn't even been in class for ten minutes before she had to say goodbye to it. She had been standing for longer than she had been sitting.
“Teacher,” Song Zhao raised his hand.
When the physics teacher saw that it was Song Zhao, who had good grades, he assumed that she would ask questions in class as usual, so his tone softened, "Class monitor, is there a question?"
Song Zhao stood up and said respectfully, "Teacher, I was talking to Nan Qi just now. If I'm to be punished by standing, I have to go outside."
Upon hearing this, the whole class turned their shocked gazes to Song Zhao. Nan Qi also looked at her in astonishment, asking, "What are you doing? Why are you asking for punishment?"
The physics teacher was taken aback by her honesty and was momentarily stunned. "Um... well, you should go too."
Although he was reluctant to punish Song Zhao, he couldn't openly show favoritism.
The two of them left the classroom and stood at the door of the classroom. The hallway was empty except for the two of them.
“You really are…” Nanqi couldn’t help but laugh, “Sigh, I don’t know how to say it.”
"I did speak, so there's nothing wrong with me being punished by standing in the corner."
"How was your first time being punished by standing?"
"To be honest, this isn't the first time."
"Oh? A good student like you was always being punished by standing before I met you?"
“I’ve been in school for over ten years, how could I have never gone through this before?”
"That's true."
"But this was the best experience."
Nanqi playfully hooked her little finger around Song Zhao's little finger, and Song Zhao smiled knowingly, hooking their fingers even tighter.
As soon as the bell rang, the two returned to the classroom one after the other. As soon as they entered, several class officers swarmed around Song Zhao and dragged her away. Nan Qi was left standing there, stunned for a moment. She probably guessed their intentions, which were nothing more than to talk badly about her to Song Zhao.
She lowered her head, returned to her seat alone, and slumped onto her desk, watching the chattering voices of the people in front of her. She could already imagine how offensive their words must have been. The physics teacher, sitting on the podium, must have heard everything more clearly than she had, yet he did nothing, tacitly condoning it all.
"Squad leader, don't get close to that person. She'll get you into trouble sooner or later."
"That's right. She made you stand in the corner as punishment this time. Next time, she might make your grades drop, and then she'll drag you into any fights."
"You must not let her influence you. She has Director Zhang to help her, unlike us."
"Have you forgotten that she also hit you? You can't forget the pain once the wound has healed."
"I also heard that she often extorts money from younger students!"
"I've heard about that too. It seems she's been in contact with some thugs..."
"..."
Song Zhao listened to them finish speaking one by one without interrupting or leaving, but Nan Qi became increasingly restless. She stood up, opened her eyes at Song Zhao who was two or three meters away from her, and pointed towards the door, signaling Song Zhao to come out with her. Song Zhao and she exchanged glances, but Song Zhao remained unmoved, still standing in the same spot.
Nanqi was furious. She glanced at Song Zhao sideways and strode out. As soon as she reached the top of the stairs, she turned around and looked back. Sure enough, Song Zhao did not chase after her.
What?! In idol dramas, the female lead runs away and the male lead chases after her, right? And I didn't even run, I walked away! She didn't even chase after me!
Fine, I'll just sit here and wait for her. When she comes out and sees my lonely figure, she'll definitely feel guilty and hug and comfort me.
Nanqi imagined it all, feeling a little smug. She sat on the steps, quietly counting sheep. When she counted the 100th sheep, the school bell rang, and there was no one behind her.
Fine, you're something else. You got her and now you're acting like this? Don't expect me to talk to you again!
She went back dejectedly, her face contorted in a grimace. Until school was over, she kept a cold face towards Song Zhao, covering her ears and pouting no matter what he said, refusing to listen to anything.
As the bell rang for the last class, Song Zhao jumped up, quickly snatched Nan Qi's schoolbag, put her bag in front of her and her own bag behind her, and then said with a smile, "Let's go."
Nanqi pouted and said in a spoiled tone, "Give me back my backpack, I don't need you to carry it!"
Song Zhao ignored her, picked up her bag and ran downstairs, so Nan Qi had no choice but to run down after her.
"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me? Give it back! Give it back!!"
"It's okay, I don't think it's heavy. I just missed a physics class today, I'll make it up to you later."
"I'm not going."
Song Zhao stopped and smiled, "So you're not going even if I begged you? Or do you think I didn't explain it well?"
"You'll still beg me?"
"Mmm." Song Zhao gave a matter-of-fact look, grabbed Nan Qi's hand and shook it, saying, "Little turtle, please, do me the honor of going, please. If you don't agree, I'll retreat into my shell and disappear." Song Zhao pulled her backpack up a bit, covering half her face. "Okay?"
Seeing that Song Zhao was comforting her, Nanqi felt much better and chuckled, "My sister just broke up with her boyfriend, so I need to go home early this week to be with her."
"Oh, that's great! She's finally gotten rid of that scumbag." Song Zhao said happily.
“I think so too, but she was in a bad mood and didn’t dare to show it in front of my mom, so she could only vent in front of me.”
"Alright then, let's go straight home. Hey, why don't you take me home first today?" Song Zhao said with a smile.
"Okay, you can give my bag back now."
"No need, it's no trouble for me to ride in your car. Take me home first, then I'll give it to you." With that, Song Zhao ran towards the bike shed.
Tch~, you just wanted to stop ignoring me, that's why you didn't come out and chase after me. Now you know how powerful I am.
Nanqi rode her bicycle to take Song Zhao to the entrance of the residential area. Song Zhao got off the back of the bicycle and said, "Wait for me, I'll get something for you."
Are you going to give me a gift? If I like the gift, I'll forgive you, hehe.
A short while later, Song Zhao pulled out a stylish little backpack with a teddy bear hanging from the zipper.
"What an adorable bag! Is it a gift for me?"
"Yes, it also contains skincare products."
"I don't use skincare products, I don't even use face wash."
"I know, it's for Yueyue, she should like it."
"You're even thinking about my sister?"
Song Zhao smiled radiantly and said, "Isn't that what I should do?"
Nanqi was in a much better mood and asked, "Why didn't you come out when I asked you to?"
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