Seat adjustment
Morning self-study at Nangang No.1 Middle School starts at seven o'clock, but Xu Ying always arrives at school twenty minutes early.
She gently pushed open the back door of Class 7, Grade 11. The classroom was empty except for Wang Yu, the student on duty, who was wiping the blackboard. The morning light shone obliquely through the glass window, and dust particles floated slowly in the beams of light.
Xu Ying lowered her head and walked quickly to her seat—the last row, a quiet, inconspicuous corner by the window, a place suitable for a transfer student like her.
The seat next to her was empty, with a half-empty can of Coke left on the table by Zong Heng last Friday. A fine layer of water droplets condensed on the outside of the aluminum can, shimmering faintly in the morning light. Xu Ying put down her schoolbag, took out a pack of tissues from her pocket, pulled one out, and habitually wiped her side of the table.
Halfway through wiping, she paused, her gaze falling on the table on Zong Heng's side—a few messy doodles, a flattened cigarette pack, and a can of cola. She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pushed the cola can towards him to prevent it from rolling away.
"Xu Ying, you've come at the perfect time."
The homeroom teacher, Ms. Li, suddenly came from the doorway. Xu Ying's hand trembled, and the Coke can fell to the table with a "clatter," the brown liquid instantly soaking Zong Heng's math book.
Teacher Li strode up to the podium, a list in her hand, her gaze sweeping across the classroom behind her glasses: "Today we're rearranging the seating, based on the scores from the last monthly exam."
The classroom erupted in chaos.
"Huh? Another transfer?" Zhao Lei, the sports committee member, wailed. "Has Old Li gone mad? It's only been two months since school started!"
"Quiet!" Teacher Li tapped the blackboard. "This time, boys and girls will sit together according to their grades to supervise each other's discipline. Didn't we talk about that at the beginning of the semester?"
Xu Ying kept her head down and didn't speak, her fingers unconsciously tightening around her backpack strap. She ranked third in the grade and first in her class in the last monthly exam, which meant... she was very likely to be moved to the front row.
She disliked the front row. It was too conspicuous; the teacher's gaze was always fixed there, and the whispers of her classmates could be heard from behind. In her previous school, she had been ostracized because of her excellent grades, which was why she deliberately did poorly on her test after transferring schools…
"Xu Ying and Zong Heng, in the middle of the first row."
Teacher Li's voice was like a thunderbolt.
Xu Ying suddenly looked up, her fingertips trembling slightly.
Zong Heng leaned back lazily in his chair, his school uniform jacket open, revealing a black T-shirt underneath. He twirled a pen in his hand and looked at Teacher Li with a half-smile: "Old Li, are you sure you want us to sit together again?"
Teacher Li glared at him: "Zong Heng, you're second in the grade, you have no right to be picky."
Xu Ying was stunned.
Second in the grade?
She had always thought Zong Heng was the kind of school bully who didn't study and was good for nothing, but he actually... got second place in the grade?
Xu Ying stood stiffly beside her new seat, clutching her schoolbag.
The first row, directly facing the podium, was the most conspicuous spot in the class. Her new deskmate, Zong Heng, strolled over leisurely, carrying his schoolbag in one hand, looking utterly displeased.
"Make way." He stood in the aisle, looking down at her.
Xu Ying pursed her lips and stepped aside to let him in.
Zong Heng plopped down, his long legs stretching directly under her chair, his knees almost touching the hem of her school uniform skirt. Xu Ying immediately moved to the side, her back ramrod straight.
"Let's start morning reading now!" Teacher Li clapped her hands. "You'll need to adjust to your new seats for a week, and no one is allowed to change them without permission."
Scattered reading voices filled the classroom. Xu Ying opened her Chinese textbook, forcing herself to concentrate, but all she could see in her peripheral vision was Zong Heng—he hadn't even taken out a book; he was looking down at his phone, his black, tousled hair hanging down, obscuring half of his eyebrows and eyes.
Suddenly, he turned to look at her: "Hey."
Xu Ying's fingers tightened around the book pages.
“Did you deliberately let us pass the last big question on your last monthly exam?” Zong Heng narrowed his eyes.
She was taken aback: "...What?"
"You got all the steps right on that derivative problem, but you got the result wrong." He scoffed, "Pretending to make a mistake?"
Xu Ying's ears burned. She had indeed deliberately written the wrong answer because she didn't want to attract attention by getting first place in the grade. But how could Zong Heng have seen through it?
"What's it to you?" she said in a low voice, holding her textbook up to cover her face.
Zong Heng stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly reached out and pressed her book down: "Good student, stop pretending."
His fingertips touched the back of her hand, the temperature burning hot.
Xu Ying abruptly pulled her hand back.
As soon as the bell rang and Ms. Li stepped out of the classroom, Xu Ying heard a commotion behind her.
"Brother Heng, are you really going to sit in the first row?" Zhao Lei leaned over, looking smug.
Zong Heng kicked him: "Get lost."
Xu Ying was tidying up her books with her head down when she suddenly realized her pencil case was missing. She crouched down to look for it, and found it under Zong Heng's chair—the zipper was open, and the pens inside were scattered all over the floor.
She looked up and met Zong Heng's eyes, which seemed to be smiling but weren't.
"Looking for this?" He waved a pink highlighter in his hand.
Xu Ying reached out to take it, but he suddenly raised his arm: "Beg me."
The classroom fell silent instantly, and everyone stared at them.
Xu Ying's face flushed red. She bit her lip, then suddenly turned around, took out another pen from her bag, and began writing directly in her notebook.
Zong Heng raised an eyebrow: "Oh, a spare pen?"
Xu Ying ignored him.
Zong Heng stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly threw the pen back onto her desk: "Boring."
He got up and walked out, but bumped into Lin Yan, who was carrying a stack of homework books, at the door.
"Zong Heng!" Lin Yan frowned. "Teacher Li wants you to go to her office."
Zong Heng waved his hand without turning his head: "No time."
Lin Yan stomped her foot in anger and turned to Xu Ying: "Xu Ying, can't you control your deskmate?"
Xu Ying: "...?"
She couldn't control him at all.
Miss Zhang's English class has always been a nightmare for Class 7 of Grade 11.
She strode into the classroom in her high heels, slamming her lesson plan onto the podium. Her sharp eyes, behind her glasses, swept over the entire class: "On last week's monthly exam, the class averaged four wrong answers in the reading comprehension section!"
Xu Ying lowered her head, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the test paper—she got all the questions right, but at this moment she wished she had gotten a few wrong. Ever since she was moved to the first row, she always felt like there was a pair of eyes staring at the back of her neck, making that patch of skin burn.
"Xu Ying." Miss Zhang suddenly called on her, "Answer the third question."
The classroom fell silent instantly. Xu Ying's chair creaked as she stood up. She glanced down at her test paper: "Choose C, because the second paragraph mentions..."
"Speak louder!" Miss Zhang tapped the blackboard with a red pen. "The students in the back can't hear you."
Xu Ying took a deep breath and was about to raise her voice when a muffled "thump" suddenly came from beside her—Zong Heng slammed his textbook heavily on the table.
The entire class fell silent. Chalk dust hovered in the sunlight. Miss Zhang's glasses slipped down to the tip of her nose: "Zong Heng!"
"Teacher," Zong Heng raised his hand in a provocative manner, yet his tone was surprisingly sincere, "I have hearing problems." He kicked the leg of the chair in front of him, "Could Xu Ying sit closer to speak?"
Xu Ying froze on the spot. She saw Miss Zhang's lips twitch, and she also saw the suppressed laughter of the girls in the front row when they turned their heads.
"Nonsense!" Miss Zhang slammed her hand on the table and stood up. "How close do you want to sit? On your lap?"
The whole class burst into laughter. Xu Ying's nails dug into her palms, but then she heard Zong Heng drawl, "That works too—"
"Zong Heng!" Miss Zhang's scream and the sound of Xu Ying's chair scraping the floor rang out at the same time. She stood up abruptly, and her textbook fell to the ground with a "clatter".
"You two!" Miss Zhang's chest heaved with anger. "Go stand in the hallway!"
The corridor tiles exuded the coolness of early autumn. Xu Ying stood straight against the wall, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Zong Heng strolling out with his hands in his pockets, his school uniform collar askew, revealing a fresh abrasion on his collarbone.
"Deliberate?" she suddenly asked, her voice sharper than expected.
Zong Heng raised an eyebrow: "What?"
"You can clearly hear it." Xu Ying stared at the reflection on the fire hydrant. "Your hearing was the best in the class during last week's physical exam."
Sunlight streamed through the stained glass at the end of the corridor, casting dappled patterns of color on Zong Heng's face. He suddenly leaned closer, his breath carrying the scent of menthol cigarettes, and whispered in her ear, "So, do you know how good my eyesight is?"
Xu Ying's back slammed against the wall.
"5.2." Zong Heng's thumb brushed against her burning earlobe, "Enough to clearly see that you drew seventeen little dimples on your scratch paper from the very first question."
Her breath caught in her throat. There were indeed swirling scribbles she'd unconsciously drawn in the corner of the draft paper—a habit she had when she was nervous.
Miss Zhang's voice, explaining a fill-in-the-blank exercise, drifted from the classroom, while the air in the hallway felt thick and sticky, like solidified honey. Zong Heng suddenly reached out and plucked a small piece of white fur from her ponytail: "The cat's fur from yesterday?"
Xu Ying's pupils contracted sharply. She had indeed fed the stray cats at the school gate after school yesterday, but at that time she clearly...
"5:30, under the banyan tree on the east side of the school gate." Zong Heng flicked the fluffy cat into the air. "You feed a calico cat, I feed a black cat." He flashed his canine teeth. "Good student, we're quite destined, aren't we?"
After being punished by standing for twenty minutes, Xu Ying returned to her seat and found a note tucked inside her English book.
The dimples you drew look just like your smile.
The handwriting was so bold it looked like it would tear the paper. She immediately crumpled the note into a ball, but when she unfolded it, she found another line of small writing on the back: "If you throw this away, I'll tell the whole class you peeked at my competition notes."
Xu Ying was trembling with anger. She grabbed a pen and wrote below: "[That's what you put in my bag!]" She pushed it too hard, and the eraser rolled to Zong Heng's side.
He picked it up but didn't return it. Instead, he scratched two dents on the side of the eraser and pushed the note back: "[A token of love?]"
Xu Ying nearly snapped her pen in her hand. She drew a huge X on the note and added: 【You're incredibly boring】
Zong Heng chuckled after reading it, then suddenly raised his hand: "Teacher!"
Xu Ying's blood froze instantly.
"Xu Ying is passing me notes to distract me from my studies." He waved the note, looking righteous and awe-inspiring.
As Miss Zhang strode over, Xu Ying was already prepared to die, but then she saw Zong Heng suddenly stuff the note into his mouth, chew it twice, and swallow it: "Just kidding, I'm hungry."
The whole class burst into laughter. Miss Zhang's face turned ashen: "Zong Heng! You're staying after school!"
After the school bell rang, Xu Ying deliberately dawdled while packing her schoolbag.
Zong Heng was punished by copying the text, and his long legs blocked her way in the aisle.
"Make way." She said coldly.
Zong Heng twirled his pen: "Weren't you going to thank me?"
What should I thank you for?
"The teacher didn't see the note." He suddenly used the end of his pen to lift her chin. "But it says..."
Xu Ying slapped his hand away: "You started it first—"
"First what?" Zong Heng pressed closer. "First you noticed I wiped the table for me every day? First you noticed my photo tucked in page 50 of your English book?"
Xu Ying felt as if she had been struck by lightning. It was a class photo from last week's basketball game; she had just... casually tucked it there as a bookmark.
The setting sun blurred their shadows together. Suddenly, Zong Heng snatched the notebook from her arms and scribbled "Zong Heng" on the top page: "My things are all marked." He traced the fingerprints she had left on the notebook with his fingertips. "Now, you are too."
The last period in the afternoon was a self-study class, and the classroom was so quiet that only the sound of turning pages and the scratching of pens on paper could be heard.
Xu Ying kept her head down, concentrating on solving a challenging math problem. Sunlight streamed in obliquely from the window, casting a faint glow on her draft paper. She was engrossed in her work until her pen suddenly stopped—the ink had dried up.
She let out a soft "ah" and subconsciously reached for the spare pen in the side pocket of her backpack, but her fingertips touched an unfamiliar hard-cover notebook.
"?"
Xu Ying pulled it out with a puzzled look. It was a black notebook with slightly curled edges, indicating it had been frequently flipped through. On the cover were two characters written in a flamboyant style: Zong Heng.
Her heart skipped a beat.
—How did his notebook end up with her?
She thought back carefully and realized that it might have been accidentally stuffed in when he pulled her backpack strap that morning. Xu Ying pursed her lips, hesitating whether to put it back in his drawer, but her gaze involuntarily fell on the cover of the notebook.
Besides the name, there was also a line of smaller print:
"Math competition class, Tuesdays and Thursdays at 6 pm."
Xu Ying was stunned.
Zong Heng... is he in a math competition class?
In her memory, he had always been the "problem student" who slept in the last row and skipped classes frequently, but in the last monthly exam, he surprisingly ranked second in the grade. And now, this notebook seems to have given her the answer.
She hesitated for a moment, then gently turned the first page with her fingertips.
Surprisingly, the handwriting in the notebook was not as messy as on the cover. Instead, it was neat and clear, with detailed steps to solve the problems. In fact, the reasoning behind some key steps was marked in red.
Xu Ying slightly widened her eyes.
—This is completely unlike the notes that a "good-for-nothing" school bully would write.
She flipped through a few more pages and discovered that Zong Heng's problem-solving methods were quite unique, some even simpler than what the teacher had taught. In the margin of one particularly difficult problem, he had casually drawn a small, mocking smiley face, next to which he wrote: "Did the person who set this problem lose their mind?"
Xu Ying almost burst out laughing, then quickly covered her mouth and glanced around guiltily. Luckily, no one noticed her.
She continued flipping through the pages, then suddenly stopped on a certain page—
The question on this page was the last major derivative problem from the last monthly exam. And Zong Heng's solution was exactly the same as hers.
The only difference was that he got the answer right, while she... deliberately wrote it wrong.
Xu Ying's fingertips trembled slightly.
—Did he figure it out?
She deliberately miscalculated because she didn't want to attract attention by getting first place in the grade, but Zong Heng's notes proved that he was fully capable of getting a perfect score. So why did he also only get second place in the grade?
She was lost in thought when she suddenly noticed a folded draft paper tucked into the last page of her notebook.
As if guided by some unseen force, she gently unfolded it—
A figure is drawn on the paper, sitting by the window, writing with her head down, her ponytail hanging down her shoulder, sunlight falling on the ends of her hair.
The drawing was very hasty, but Xu Ying recognized it at a glance...
That was herself.
Her face flushed instantly.
"Smack!"
The back door of the classroom was suddenly pushed open, and Xu Ying was so startled that her hand trembled and her notebook fell to the ground with a "thud".
She frantically tried to pick it up, but it was too late—
Zong Heng walked in carrying his school uniform jacket, his forehead slightly damp with sweat, as if he had just finished playing ball. His gaze fell on the notebook in her hand, he raised an eyebrow, and strode over.
"You were peeking at my things?"
Xu Ying immediately closed the notebook, her ears burning: "...You put it in my bag yourself!"
Zong Heng didn't speak, but looked down at her. His shadow was lengthened by the setting sun, completely enveloping her, and his breath still carried the warmth of his workout.
Xu Ying didn't dare to look up, gripping the edge of the notebook tightly, her heart pounding as if it were about to burst out of her chest.
—Did he see that painting?
Why did he draw her?
—Is he...?
Zong Heng suddenly bent down, took the notebook from her hand, flipped through it casually, and then stopped at the draft paper.
Xu Ying held her breath.
He stared at the drawing on the paper for two seconds, then suddenly chuckled, "Not bad, right?"
Xu Ying: "..."
She jumped up, her chair slamming against the desk behind her with a thud: "I...I'm going to hand in my homework!"
Zong Heng grabbed her shoulder and pressed her back into her seat: "What's the rush?"
His palms were very hot; even through the thin fabric of her school uniform, the temperature almost burned her skin. Xu Ying froze, afraid to move, feeling as if her face was burning hot.
Zong Heng leaned close to her ear and said in a low voice, "Xu Ying, your ears are red."
Xu Ying pushed him away, grabbed her schoolbag, and rushed out.
Zong Heng's loud laughter came from behind.
Xu Ying ran all the way to the corner of the corridor before stopping, leaning against the wall and panting heavily.
Her heart was still racing, her mind filled with that painting—when did Zong Heng paint her? Why did he paint her? And that notebook… He wasn’t the “carefree” school bully he seemed to be at all.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but as soon as she closed her eyes, all she could see were Zong Heng's smiling black eyes as he leaned in, and his words, "Your ears are red."
"...So annoying!" she muttered under her breath, pressing the back of her cold hand against her cheek to cool it down.
"Who are you cursing?"
Xu Ying trembled in fright and turned around abruptly—
Zong Heng had followed her unnoticed and was leaning lazily against the wall, tossing a black notebook in his hand. Seeing her turn around, he snatched the notebook and waved it at her: "Why are you running? Feeling guilty?"
Xu Ying turned her face away: "...Who's feeling guilty?"
Zong Heng took two steps closer and suddenly shoved the notebook into her arms: "Here, this is for you."
Xu Ying was stunned: "...Huh?"
"Anyway, you've already seen it." He put his hands in his pockets, speaking casually. "Next time you want to see it, just say so. No need to sneak around."
Xu Ying blushed: "Who wants to see this!"
She angrily shoved the notebook back, but Zong Heng suddenly grabbed her wrist.
His palms were hot, and his fingertips had thin calluses that made her skin tingle. Xu Ying instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but he gripped it tighter, looking down into her eyes:
"Xu Ying".
"W-What are you doing?"
Zong Heng curled his lips into a smile: "Do you know that your eyelashes tremble when you lie?"
Xu Ying: "..."
She flung his hand away and turned to leave.
Zong Heng's laughter came from behind her, mingling with the evening breeze and gently brushing against the tip of her ear.
During the class meeting on Friday afternoon, Ms. Li adjusted her glasses and looked around the classroom.
"The new seating has been in trial for a week now. Anyone want to move back?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a whole bunch of hands shot up in the classroom, like bamboo shoots emerging after the rain, vying to reach out.
"Old Li! I want to switch back!"
"This spot is way too far forward, I'm stuffed with chalk dust!"
"That's right, that's right..."
Teacher Li sighed helplessly and began marking up the list. Xu Ying kept her head down, her fingers unconsciously tracing the edge of her textbook, while she secretly glanced at the person beside her.
Zong Heng leaned back lazily in his chair, his long legs casually stretched out, almost touching the chair of the student in front of him. He twirled a black pen in his hand, the cap fluttering between his fingers like a nimble butterfly. Noticing her gaze, he suddenly turned his head, raising an eyebrow: "What are you looking at me for?"
Xu Ying immediately looked away, her ear tips slightly warm.
"Xu Ying, Zong Heng, where are you two?" Teacher Li looked up at them. "Do you want to switch back?"
The classroom fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were drawn to it.
Xu Ying opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Zong Heng beside her lazily said, "No trade."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.
"ah?"
"Heng-ge, are you crazy? The first row is so uncomfortable!"
"Exactly, it's even inconvenient to sleep..."
Zong Heng chuckled, his fingers twitching, and the pen came to rest steadily in his palm. He turned to look at Xu Ying, a slight smile playing on his lips: "The first row is fine; you can see the blackboard clearly."
His gaze was direct and intense, as if he was deliberately speaking to her.
Xu Ying's heart skipped a beat, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the pen.
Teacher Li was a little surprised, but still nodded: "Okay, then you two can continue sitting here."
The school bell rang, and the classroom instantly became noisy.
Xu Ying slowly packed her schoolbag. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Zong Heng already standing up with his school uniform jacket. He put one hand in his pocket and looked down at her: "Aren't you leaving?"
"You go first." She lowered her head and spoke very softly.
Zong Heng stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly bent down and leaned closer: "Xu Ying, are you shy or something?"
His breath brushed past my ear, carrying a faint minty scent.
Xu Ying leaned back abruptly, almost falling off the chair. Zong Heng quickly grabbed her wrist and chuckled, "Be careful."
His palm was hot, like a branding iron, burning her fingertips.
"Let go!" She struggled, but couldn't break free.
Instead of loosening his grip, Zong Heng gently pulled her closer to him, saying, "You still haven't answered me."
"What should be answered?"
"Why didn't you change seats?" He squinted. "Don't tell me you also like the first row."
Xu Ying pursed her lips, her heart pounding. She certainly didn't like the first row—it was too close to the teacher, and even daydreaming required careful attention. But…
"I'm used to it," she finally managed to say.
Zong Heng stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly let go of her hand and straightened up: "Fine."
He turned to leave, but stopped at the door and looked back at her: "See you tomorrow, classmate."
His tone was somewhat teasing, with a slight upward inflection at the end, like a feather gently brushing against the heart.
Xu Ying stood there, stunned, until his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor before she slowly exhaled.
—Why is this person always like this… so inexplicable.
After the weekend, a lazy atmosphere filled the classroom on Monday morning.
Xu Ying arrived at school twenty minutes early as usual, but when she opened the back door, she was stunned—there was a carton of milk on her seat, and a mint next to it.
The milk was the brand she usually drank, and the sugar was the kind Zongheng had given her last time.
She picked up the candy hesitantly, examined it from all angles, but found no writing or markings.
"Oh, so early?"
A familiar voice suddenly came from behind her. Xu Ying's hand trembled, and she almost dropped the candy. She hurriedly stuffed the candy into her pencil case and turned to look at the person who had come.
Zong Heng carried his schoolbag in one hand, his school uniform jacket casually draped over his shoulder, his black hair slightly disheveled, as if he had just woken up. He walked to her side, his gaze sweeping over the milk on the table, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Drank it?"
Xu Ying's ears burned: "...You put it there?"
"Otherwise what?" Zong Heng pulled out a chair and sat down, stretching out his long legs and bumping into her chair again. "I bought it on the way."
He spoke of it casually, as if he had simply picked up a leaf and given it to her.
Xu Ying held the milk carton, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Thank you."
Zong Heng turned his head to look at her, then suddenly reached into her pencil case and pulled out a mint: "Aren't you going to eat this?"
"I……"
Before she could finish speaking, Zong Heng had already unwrapped the candy and stuffed it into his mouth.
"It's quite sweet," he mumbled, pressing the candy against his tongue and swirling it around in his mouth.
Xu Ying stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Zong Heng suddenly leaned closer, his breath carrying the cool scent of mint: "I'll bring you strawberry flavor next time."
His voice was low and teasing, as if he were playing with a cat with its fur standing on end.
Xu Ying suddenly stood up, the chair scraping loudly on the floor.
"I'll go get some water!" She grabbed her water cup and rushed out of the classroom without looking back.
A low laugh came from behind him.
A week later, Xu Ying gradually got used to her new seat—or rather, got used to Zong Heng's presence next to her.
He remained unruly, sleeping in class and fighting after class, but strangely enough, he never scribbled in her textbooks again, nor did he hide her pen.
On the contrary, he would quietly close the window a little wider when she was taking notes, so the wind wouldn't mess up her hair; he would toss her his school uniform jacket to shield her from the rain when she forgot her umbrella; and he would even go to the convenience store to buy her hot milk without a word when she had a stomachache...
These subtle movements were so small that they were almost imperceptible, but Xu Ying noticed them all.
On Friday, Xu Ying was absent from PE class due to her period and sat alone in the classroom doing her homework.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and Zong Heng walked in carrying a bag.
"Why are you back?" she asked in surprise.
Zong Heng didn't answer, but simply placed the bag on her desk: "Take it."
The bag contained brown sugar, hand warmers, and a cup of hot milk tea.
Xu Ying was stunned: "You..."
"Don't overthink it," Zong Heng turned his face away, his ears slightly red. "It's just on the way."
Xu Ying looked down at her milk tea; water droplets still clung to the cup, indicating it was freshly bought. She suddenly remembered the mint from last week, and how he'd said, "I'll bring you strawberry next time"...
"Zong Heng," she whispered his name.
"what?"
"Where's the strawberry-flavored candy?"
Zong Heng was taken aback, then chuckled, took a pink candy out of his pocket, and tossed it onto her desk: "I'll just let you drool."
Xu Ying picked up the candy, unwrapped it, and put it in her mouth. The sweet strawberry flavor melted on her tongue, spreading sweetness all the way to her heart.
She looked up at Zong Heng and suddenly smiled: "Thank you."
Zong Heng stared at her smile for two seconds, then suddenly reached out and ruffled her hair: "Are you silly?"
His movements were very gentle, as if he were touching some fragile treasure.
Outside the window, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Xu Ying suddenly felt that this kind of seat... didn't seem so bad.
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