"Mu Sicheng!" A loud and angry female voice awakened him from the memory he had been avoiding for a long time, "Why did you steal things again!"

The seventeen-year-old Mu Sicheng lazily raised his head from his desk, his face full of dissatisfaction and provocation for being woken up from his sleep: "Yuan Qingqing, what does it have to do with you if I steal something?"

"We are not familiar with each other, right?"

"What do you mean by familiar or not? I'm the class monitor!" Yuan Qingqing slammed the table angrily, "I told you to stop playing pranks. Give me the stolen things and I'll return them to the owner!"

"I won't give it back." Mu Sicheng leaned on the table and stretched his back. "Who can prove that I took it? Can you show me the evidence?"

"I saw it." Yuan Qingqing suddenly calmed down, "I saw you rummaging through Ma Cailiang's schoolbag at noon. I saw you take his dormitory key with my own eyes."

"I know you did this because you hate what Ma Cailiang did before, but you shouldn't punish him in this way."

"Stealing is wrong, Mr. Mu Sicheng."

"It's already half past ten. The lights in the boys' dormitory will be turned off in half an hour. Ma Cailiang has been making a fuss in his dormitory for half an hour." Yuan Qingqing stretched out her hand in front of Mu Sicheng with a serious expression, "Give me his key."

Mu Sicheng drooped his eyelids, put his hands in his pockets, raised his eyes and looked at the squad leader.

He transferred to this school two months ago. The reason for transferring was, of course, stealing things.

After being punished for a few minor offenses, he transferred to another school. His parents had always been ashamed of his habit, and would transfer him to another school whenever something went wrong, the farther away from where they were, the better. Transferring schools was a common thing for Yu Mu Sicheng.

As for stealing things... Mu Sicheng has this habit, just like some children like to play pranks, he likes to steal things.

The more challenging the thing was, and the more likely it would make someone frown after stealing it, the more he liked to hide it. After appreciating the other person's expression, he would slowly throw it away and watch the other person cry while holding the thing he had recovered.

Mu Sicheng's parents couldn't stand his habit in the early days and beat him many times, but he still couldn't change it. This face-conscious couple even secretly took him to a mental hospital once.

What did the psychiatrist say?

[…Because of the long-term neglect of the child by his parents, the child did not receive enough attention during his growth period, and he became rebellious when he reached adolescence. Stealing things is actually just a way for the child to attract attention. You should spend more time with him.]

What the doctor said was actually quite right. In the early days, his parents were working outside and left him to be taken care of by his grandfather. After these two people finished their work, it seemed that everyone around them had started to look for children. His parents suddenly remembered that they still had a son like him, so they took Mu Sicheng back and raised him themselves.

Mu Sicheng didn't dislike this psychiatrist, and he had two frank conversations with him - [I just dislike these people who don't cherish what they have, and only look for it after they lose it, so I want to play a prank on them. ]

[I understand.] The psychiatrist was very friendly. [Can you try another way to communicate with them?]

Mu Sicheng had originally planned to listen to the psychiatrist and find someone to talk to. He knew that he was abnormal, but his parents did not see any results after a month of treatment, so they unilaterally stopped the treatment process.

His parents argued with the helpless doctor in the treatment room: "Did I spend so much money just for him to chat with you?"

"Can chatting cure his bad habit of being a thief? Can chatting make him control his hands?! Don't you have some mind control drugs and electrotherapy here? It's not like we can't afford it, just give it to him!"

"Do you know how embarrassing it would be for us if word got out that he stole something?"

Mu Sicheng was waiting outside the treatment room playing video games in boredom, with his eyelids drooping as he watched his parents hysterically asking the doctor to refund the money. Suddenly, he didn't want to receive treatment anymore.

It's good that he made these two people so upset by stealing things.

Many people cannot understand why Mu Sicheng steals things, because his family background is not bad, and can even be said to be quite good. His parents have worked so hard for so long, and even if they have nothing else, the money is enough for him.

But the money doesn't come for free. Mu Sicheng also needs to do a lot of things, such as getting good test scores, having special skills, and going out with them. He must not embarrass himself in front of those people, and he must be a thousand times better than those people's children.

[Those people] are the ones his parents have worked so hard for and finally made it into the upper class circle. Unlike his parents who came from ordinary backgrounds, most of these people came from very good backgrounds, which made his parents, who also came from ordinary backgrounds, feel very aggrieved and think they could not compare with them in everything, but they also wanted to be better than these people in everything.

"If I were born like this..." This is what his father often said when he was drunk.

"If only I had a family like that..." This was what his mother often said when she cried.

His parents didn't like their origins, and in that respect he was very much like them - he didn't like it either.

Mu Sicheng is his parents' weapon, because he is very good, at least better than many children in this circle. This is enough to make his parents proud and praise him for his efforts - Mu Sicheng is the only thing that can make them better than those people in the circle.

He has good grades, good athletic ability, is smart in everything he does, has a pretty face, and everyone says he's handsome when he goes out. He can also do some extreme sports, so many kids in that circle admire him and think he's cool and handsome.

But this admiration and praise only lasted until Mu Sicheng was caught stealing for the first time and the whole school was informed.

When he got home that day, his parents sat in the living room as if the sky had fallen. His mother cried so hard that her makeup was all smudged. His father slapped him in the face. They questioned him fiercely:

"Why would you do such a thing!"

"Do you know how much you have embarrassed me?"

They scolded him, taught him, transferred him to another school, and hoped that he could come to his senses and become the original [Mu Sicheng] who made them proud, instead of the current [Mu Sicheng] with a bad reputation.

But time and again, the parents finally gave up on him and transferred him to Class 7 of a high school in an 18th-tier city - which is the current high school.

"I'll give you living expenses every month." His father waved his hand wearily and angrily, "Don't come back."

After Mu Sicheng transferred to this school, he became a popular school idol for a while, but popularity means that while some people like him, there will also be people spying on him. Soon, the things surrounding him were discovered, and his reputation fell to the bottom again.

But he himself doesn't care much. Mu Sicheng is used to it. He would be more annoyed if someone liked him.

It's not like he hasn't been liked by a group of people before, but it was just like that. I don't know why these high school students are so obsessed with pursuing some celebrity or popular school hunk.

—— High school sophomore Maki Shicheng thought so contemptuously.

Although everyone tacitly rejected him, Mu Sicheng looked a bit bad, was tall and good at sports, so no one dared to bully him. They just kept a distance from him. When someone in the class lost something, they would secretly glance at Mu Sicheng and whisper a few words to him, but they didn't even dare to do it in front of him.

This may be related to the things that Mu Sicheng stole. He is not the kind of thief who is after money. Instead, he is a bit of a "strange thief" or even a "knight-errant".

——The wig of the teacher who likes to lift up the skirts of girls in the class, who scolds the poor students and makes them have to work as receptionists in the future, and the dormitory key of the boy who bullies his roommates.

The last one is Ma Cailiang.

Even though these people knew that it was Mu Sicheng who stole the things, they did not dare to do anything to him after knowing his family background. They were angry but could not say anything. Therefore, there were still many people who liked Mu Sicheng and thought that he had a unique personality. However, these people did not dare to make friends with Mu Sicheng because Mu Sicheng looked difficult to get along with.

In the entire class, the only one who dared to challenge Mu Sicheng was the class monitor Yuan Qingqing.

Yuan Qingqing is the monitor of Class 7. She has a high ponytail, a round face and round eyes, which makes her head look a little big. She looks very well-behaved, but is actually a very serious and competitive girl. She actively participates in various competitions, big and small, both in and outside the class. She is also happy to participate in various class committee elections. She is a student that teachers like very much.

But her reputation among students is a bit subtle - Yuan Qingqing has a nickname called "Little Official Fan".

Because she really likes to be in charge.

For example, after she knew that Mu Sicheng stole something, she kept staring at Mu Sicheng. Mu Sicheng was annoyed by the stares. He had never met someone who was so patient to deal with him.

Even his own parents don’t have that much patience!

It's like it's already eleven o'clock now, and he hasn't returned to Yuan Qingqing's dormitory in order to hide - he knew that she saw him taking the key at noon today, and he also knew that she would definitely come to pursue the matter, so he deliberately didn't go back. This person would definitely block him on his way back to the dormitory!

Mu Sicheng planned to wait in the classroom until the lights were turned off before returning to the boys' dormitory. At the time, he was thinking that Yuan Qingqing, such a law-abiding person, would definitely not be active after the lights were turned off.

But in order to find him, Yuan Qingqing waited until the lights in the girls' dormitory were turned off and finally found him in the classroom.

Mu Sicheng was really convinced. He put his hands together and pretended to surrender: "Squad leader, can I call you squad leader? Please let me go this time. I will definitely not do it again next time."

"I don't know where I lost my key. Please let me go back to look for it tonight and bring it to you tomorrow."

Yuan Qingqing's eyes wavered and she began to hesitate.

Mu Sicheng sighed inwardly - he had gained experience from fighting with Yuan Qingqing.

This person is soft-hearted and does not respond to harsh words.

Finally, Yuan Qingqing gave in: "Return the key tomorrow."

"I will definitely return it!" Mu Sicheng responded in a fake tone, "Then can I go back to sleep now?"

Yuan Qingqing paused, then stepped aside. She pursed her lips tightly and emphasized again: "You must return it!"

The next day, Mu Sicheng was carrying the buns he got from the cafeteria and walking past the classroom office as the bell for morning reading rang. He glanced and saw Yuan Qingqing, Ma Cailiang, Ma Cailiang's parents, and his head teacher who were confronting each other in the office.

The first thing that came out was Ma Cailiang's shrill, puberty-period duck voice: "Mu Sicheng must have stolen it! Who else but him would be so dishonest and love to steal things!"

Ma Cailiang's parents angrily echoed: "Why is there such a student in the class?! He even stole things. Last night, our child was locked outside the door for more than half an hour because he didn't have the dormitory key!"

"Being locked up for more than half an hour is not a big deal, right?" Yuan Qingqing said forcefully, "Student Ma Cailiang locked his roommate outside for a whole night, causing him to catch a cold. He is still in the hospital now. Isn't the nature of this matter more serious?"

"Student Ma Cailiang has already been punished for this incident. Please be careful when you speak and do not slander your classmates. There is no evidence to prove that Student Mu Sicheng took your things!"

Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this outside the door, and then stopped. He was sure that Yuan Qingqing saw him take the key.

Now you are...lying to protect him?

Ma Cailiang and his parents' arrogance weakened in front of Yuan Qingqing.

The head teacher took the opportunity to smooth things over: "Student Ma, try looking for it yourself. It may not have been taken by someone else. What if you forgot and dropped it somewhere?"

Ma Cailiang was unwilling to give up, but looking at Yuan Qingqing, who was looking at him with her akimbo and eyebrows raised, he shrank his neck in fear: "...Then I'll look for it again."

——In addition to being the class monitor, Yuan Qingqing is also the class representative of the homeroom teacher, concurrently serves as the vice president of the Student Union, and is also the class discipline committee member. It can be said that she is in charge of half of Class 7. If he offends Yuan Qingqing, who is so rigid, nosy and stubborn, he will not end up well.

Mu Sicheng hid aside and watched with interest as Ma Cailiang scolded his parents while worrying about what to do with the key.

All the boys here live in double dormitories, and keys are not given to outsiders. They can only be issued after the school has allocated them. Ma Cailiang lost his key, and it might take half a month for a new key to be issued after he reported it. Ma Cailiang could only use his roommate's key, but unfortunately, because of his previous behavior, Ma Cailiang and his roommate had a very bad relationship, so it would be strange if the other party could open the door for him.

Mu Sicheng tossed the key in his hand. After admiring Ma Cailiang's crazy look enough, he casually wrapped the buns in the bag and threw them into the trash can.

At the same time, in the teacher's office.

"Qingqing, are you here to hand in your discipline check for this week?" The head teacher was very nice to Yuan Qingqing. He took the discipline check booklet from Yuan Qingqing and smiled kindly, "How did the students in our class perform this week?"

——Discipline inspection is a very boring inspection activity in this school. It is linked to the students' Su Tuo scores and is calculated every Monday. If the students have not committed any disciplinary violations that week, no points will be deducted. However, there are so many disciplinary violations. Talking in class, being late, and not handing in homework are all counted. Generally speaking, it is a very troublesome statistical work, which is done by the discipline committee of each class.

Generally speaking, the discipline committee members of other classes will be casual about it. If the behavior is not too excessive, they will turn a blind eye and will not deduct points. They will give full marks to all the students in the class for the rubbing book, because generally, if the school leaders do not patrol and find any illegal behavior, they will not care about the rubbing book.

But if it is discovered, it will be a very troublesome thing, especially for the class teacher. If a student's disciplinary behavior is seen by the school leaders, and there is no corresponding deduction in the inspection of the rubbings, the class teacher's year-end salary will become a bit dangerous.

Therefore, the head teacher of each class will repeatedly emphasize that discipline inspection must be done seriously, but there are still very few discipline committee members who do this work seriously.

But Yuan Qingqing is the kind of disciplinary committee member who will do disciplinary inspections seriously, and because of this, the head teacher likes her very much.

"Let me see..." The head teacher took the rubbing and put on his reading glasses to take a look. "Ma Cailiang was detained outside the dormitory on Wednesday last week, so he was deducted a red flower for a week. There is no problem with this..."

Mu Sicheng was biting a bun outside the door and rolled his eyes when he heard the word "little red flower".

There is something particularly stupid in the rubbings, which is the "little red flower". Each student's name is arranged in sequence on the left, and next to it are the seven days of the week, crisscrossed horizontally and vertically. Each day's performance is a small grid. When a student's performance is satisfactory today, a little red flower stamp will be stamped on the small grid, indicating that the student's performance today is satisfactory.

The discipline committee members of other classes would just stamp the papers blindly, give little red flowers all over the paper, and that was it. Only Yuan Qingqing would record every student’s performance every day, and at the end of each week, she would stamp the papers carefully one by one.

Mu Sicheng had been secretly complaining that he thought the school authorities were very smart to come up with this idea, and that Yuan Qingqing, who seriously implemented this idea, was also very smart.

They are high school students, not kindergarten students, and they are still getting red flowers. I am speechless.

"...Hey, here, here...there's something wrong with Mu Sicheng's red flower." The head teacher's puzzled voice came from inside, "Except for yesterday, how come you have covered all of them."

"He was given a serious demerit, so he can't be given a small red flower."

"But the demerit was caused by Mu Sicheng last month." Yuan Qingqing's voice was very stubborn. "Mu Sicheng was not punished this month. According to the rules, he can be given a red flower, teacher."

Mu Sicheng paused as he was about to leave.

"...But rules are rules..." The head teacher nodded helplessly, trying to persuade Yuan Qingqing, "But he caused such a big incident. The school leaders will hold him accountable if they see that he has been receiving red flowers all the time."

"They think that if the news of the serious demerit given to students like Sutuo got out, it would bring bad reputation to the school."

"Please delete it when you get back, Qingqing."

"But..." Yuan Qingqing retorted hastily, "Student Mu Sicheng hasn't done anything unlawful this month, so why can't he get a red flower?"

"Really?" The head teacher calmly raised his teacup, adjusted his reading glasses and looked at Yuan Qingqing. "The incident of Ma losing his key yesterday must have something to do with him, right?"

Yuan Qingqing was silent.

The head teacher took a sip of tea and said in a very experienced manner, "Whatever little thoughts you have, the teacher knows and understands. But Mu Sicheng is not someone you can trust for the rest of your life. Qingqing, do you understand what the teacher means? There is no need to cover up for him because of some little thoughts. The teacher has seen this kind of student before, and he will definitely continue to make mistakes in the future."

"......?" Yuan Qingqing asked in confusion, "What little thoughts, what commitment for life?"

Seeing that Yuan Qingqing didn't understand, the head teacher finally sighed helplessly: "Anyway, you deleted Mu's little red flower, just delete it."

Mu Sicheng, who was listening outside the door, looked increasingly strange.

It is true that he was liked by many girls and received many confessions and love letters. To be frank, he was somewhat aware of the fact that he was easily liked by girls.

But he really never thought that Yuan Qingqing would like him.

Yuan Qingqing is such a weird person. Every day she stares at him like a police officer staring at the number one suspect. And this woman looks at everyone in the class in the same way. It is really hard to see love in such vigilant and serious eyes.

Compared to love, he could see murderous intent more easily.

Was it just something that greasy old man said casually...?

Mu Sicheng's chewing of the bun gradually slowed down, and he fell into deep thought - Am I really so charming that even someone like Yuan Qingqing can't escape from me?

When the head teacher saw Yuan Qingqing digging out the school rules and regulations and trying to argue with him to prove that Mu Sicheng could be given a red flower, he was so confused that he interrupted Yuan Qingqing and said, "It's like this, Qingqing, there is still a problem that you need to solve."

"After the semester, aren't we going to change seats? We have collected opinions from classmates and assigned seats according to their wishes, but there is a problem."

"When Mu Sixing first transferred here, he sat alone in the back. But as you know, that seat was temporary. When the school leaders came to inspect, they saw him sitting alone and said it was not a good influence, so they let him sit back in the main group. But when Mu Sixing collected seat preferences, he handed in a blank seat every day."

The head teacher was also a bit troubled: "...and no other students in the class filled in their wish to sit with him."

"You can think of a way to find a classmate to do the work and find a deskmate for Mu Sicheng. Of course, if these students don't want to sit there, you can explain it to them. They don't have to sit there for a long time, just for a period of time, and then they can take turns. After all, no one wants to sit there, and this can be considered a tough job. We can only do our best."

Mu Sicheng was silent for a moment when he heard this outside the door. The next second he sneered, turned around and was about to step inside to say, "I don't need a desk mate," when he heard Yuan Qingqing's clear voice, "I can be his desk mate for a long time."

"Ah?!" Even the head teacher was a little surprised. "But Qingqing, in the seat preference you submitted, the deskmate you wrote was not him?!"

Mu Sicheng paused in his steps.

"I can keep an eye on him closely because I sit at the same table with him." Yuan Qingqing insisted, "Teacher, if he doesn't make any mistakes next month, I will definitely give him a red flower."

Mu Sicheng: "..."

head teacher:"……"

Why is this little girl still thinking about this!

When Yuan Qingqing really moved next to him, Mu Sicheng couldn't control his weird expression. On the one hand, he felt that Yuan Qingqing was sitting next to him just to monitor him. On the other hand, there was a faint voice in his heart that kept saying...

Are you really keeping a close eye on him to this extent just to get him?!

Realizing that Mu Sicheng had been looking at her, Yuan Qingqing turned her head in confusion: "?"

"38th parallel." Mu Sicheng forcefully piled the books between the two of them, blocking Yuan Qingqing's sight towards him, "Don't come over, or I'll get angry."

Yuan Qingqing silently looked at the 38th parallel, which is known as the "38th Wall".

Originally, Mu Sicheng thought that with Yuan Qingqing sitting next to him, he would be very restless during class as he would be nagged all the time. However, to his surprise, Yuan Qingqing was a particularly quiet girl. After class, she lowered her head, put on her glasses, listened to the class seriously and took notes.

Unlike Mu Sicheng, whose desktop is messy, Yuan Qingqing is a student with a neat and consistent style on her desktop.

All her books were wrapped in solid brown paper, from notepads, pencil cases, to notebooks, all with a single brand and pattern - a cartoon hip-hop monkey.

Mu Sicheng couldn't help but curiously look at what Yuan Qingqing was doing. When he glanced past the March 8th Wall, he saw Yuan Qingqing taking notes while writing quickly in a small notebook with a serious expression:

【Student xx is playing with his cell phone. 】

【Student xx is reading extracurricular books.】

【Student Mu Sicheng is slacking off and peeking at his deskmate.】

Maki Sicheng:!!!

Mu Sicheng quickly retracted his head behind the March 38th Wall and hammered the table in anger, thinking - how can this woman be so multitasking, listening to the lecture while taking notes for others, and being so narcissistic!

Damn, she likes him! How can she think I was peeking at her?

What's so good about her? She's just a weird woman who bought a table of hip-hop monkeys!

When the class was over, the quiet Yuan Qingqing was completely gone. She chased after Mu Sicheng and asked, "Where's the key?"

"Why didn't you return the key to Ma Cailiang?"

"Didn't you say you would give it back to him after you found it today?"

"I didn't find it." Mu Sicheng waved his hands nonchalantly, "That's it."

Yuan Qingqing looked at him without saying anything. She just clenched her fists and then suddenly said, "That day... I saw you put the key back, too."

"You didn't really want to take it, so why did you take it in the end?"

Mu Sicheng felt as if he had been hit by a dull punch on his chest. He said viciously, "It's none of your business! I just have this problem! I just want to steal!"

"Kleptomaniac, have you heard of that? You can control everything in the world, how can you control what's wrong with me?!"

Then he pushed his chair away, kicked off and walked away.

Mu Sicheng thought that when he came back, Yuan Qingqing would leave, leaving an empty seat for his deskmate, but she still sat there quietly, glanced at him, and said, "Student Mu Sicheng, it's time to go to class."

——It's like nothing happened.

Maybe something happened. Mu Sicheng secretly saw Yuan Qingqing write another entry in the notebook: [Student Mu Sicheng kicked the chair, trying to damage public property, but failed.]

He was a little stunned.

The deskmate life with Yuan Qingqing continued in a peaceful yet uneasy way. Yuan Qingqing was a very good deskmate. She was clean, polite and helpful. She would go almost anytime her classmates asked her for help. No matter what the problem was, she would try her best to solve it. Mu Sicheng somewhat understood why there were so many classmates who complained about Yuan Qingqing, but every time there was an election for class monitor, Yuan Qingqing would still be elected with the first number of votes.

Because she is a very reasonable person. You can say that this kind of person is easy to get along with, or you can say that this kind of person is difficult to get along with, but she is very fair to everyone and does not discriminate against you based on your family background, academic performance, or appearance.

Nor do we look at you with tinted glasses because of what you did in the past.

Mu Sicheng looked at the small reward handed out in front of him - he had not made any mistakes last week under Yuan Qingqing's close supervision, and students who had scored full marks in Sutuo for a week could get a small reward, which was really small, usually an eraser or a sticker.

But this was the first time that Mu Sicheng received it, and he felt a little strange - a student like him could get a reward for observing discipline, it was really...

At least Mu Sicheng himself found it hard to imagine this day coming.

The small reward is an eraser in the shape of a hip-hop monkey.

It was obvious that this eraser was not distributed by the class. It was most likely bought for him by Yuan Qingqing with her own money.

On the day Yuan Qingqing distributed erasers to Mu Sicheng, she first went to the office, and then seemed to have argued with the head teacher. When Yuan Qingqing came back, her eyes were red and she lay on the table without saying a word. Next to her table was a bag of erasers, which she had brought back from the office.

The erasers in the plastic bag were all neatly shaped squares with a number written on them in marker - [59].

There are 60 people in Class 7 and 59 erasers, which means that one person did not receive any reward.

It is obvious who this person is.

Mu Sicheng is very self-aware. He had committed such a serious crime before. It would be too strange if the school allowed him to get the reward again.

After the first evening self-study session, Yuan Qingqing went out for a while. When she came back, there was an eraser in the shape of a hip-hop monkey in her plastic bag.

Yuan Qingqing gave the eraser to Mu Sicheng, saying it was a reward for his good discipline last week. When she said this, her eyes were as swollen as peaches, and it seemed as if she had cried again.

The next night, when Yuan Qingqing was lying on the table again, curled up in a ball and sobbing quietly, Mu Sicheng was at a loss, holding the eraser of Hip Hop Monkey, and finally asked, "Hey, Yuan Qingqing, what's wrong with you?"

Yuan Qingqing slowly turned her face away. Her eyes were a little swollen again. She cried quietly and choked as she cried: "...I don't understand why the head teacher wouldn't let me give you a red flower."

"You didn't do anything last week, why can't you build it..."

"I don't understand. The school rules clearly don't say that. Ma...hiccups." She hiccuped and continued to cry. "They were all punished. Ma Cailiang can get a red flower, so why can't you? Why can't you get a red flower just because you have a bad influence..."

"This is so unfair!"

Yuan Qingqing cried indignantly, but Mu Sicheng couldn't help laughing. He lay on the wall, his eyes softened involuntarily, and his tone was very joking: "So you quarreled with the old man twice because of this?"

"I'm not arguing, it's just that it's wrong to do this. I'm just arguing with the teacher." Yuan Qingqing slowly turned her head away, puzzled, "Why can't you do that?"

"You are just like everyone else, just an ordinary student in the class."

"You're not that bad, what bad effects can you cause?"

Mu Sicheng was silent for a while, then he said, "Stop crying, idiot."

By the third night, Yuan Qingqing's mood had returned to normal. Mu Sicheng watched her write down carefully in her notebook with her two big peach eyes:

【Student Yuan Qingqing cried and was distracted during class. 】

【Students Yuan Qingqing and Mu Sicheng are chatting.】

Mu Sicheng: "..."

Shit, next time he comforts this guy he’ll be an idiot.

The three-eighth wall began to disappear piecemeal, and the two people could have brief eye contact on the wall, usually ending with Yuan Qingqing looking back in confusion and Mu Sicheng looking away as if nothing had happened. The relationship between the two of them began to slowly become harmonious. He would get Yuan Qingqing some water when he went out, and Yuan Qingqing would bring him a meal in the morning when he entered the classroom on time.

Rumors started to spread in the class that Yuan Qingqing liked him.

Mu Sicheng scoffed at this rumor - now he realized that these high school students' observation skills were indeed not as good as his. Wasn't it obvious that Yuan Qingqing liked him?

Of course he didn't like Yuan Qingqing. Although Yuan Qingqing's notebook recorded many times that Mu Sicheng peeked at his deskmate, Mu Sicheng just thought it was interesting to observe this fool Yuan Qingqing.

Yuan Qingqing has some very strange and stubborn habits, just like her insistence on rules. For example, when she buys stationery, she must buy a full set of Hip-Hop Monkey. For example, after class every night, Yuan Qingqing will definitely lie on the window next to her desk and stare at the window for a long time without blinking.

When he saw it was Mu Sicheng, he thought that the man was looking at his own reflection in the window. He even spent a long time nervously adjusting his appearance, striking a pose that he felt better about.

It was by chance that Mu Sicheng discovered that Yuan Qingqing was not looking at him, but someone outside.

The senior students in their school do not have one or two nights off. After two consecutive evening self-study sessions, they have a 20-minute break together with the freshmen and sophomores. Many senior students who have been sitting in the classroom all day will go to the playground to run, stretch their muscles and keep in shape.

The school encourages this behavior, so on the second night, the playground will be lit up. There will be four lights around the entire playground to make it easier for everyone to see things and avoid bumping into each other while running.

The angle of Yuan Qingqing's sight when looking out the window was exactly the direction of one of the lights. From that angle, she could just see the appearance of each student running under the light. Mu Sicheng once followed Yuan Qingqing's sight and found that when one of them ran under the light, Yuan Qingqing would tense up. She would tightly grasp the pen in her notebook and follow the other person's line of sight until she could no longer see the other person's running back, and then she would lie down in a somewhat listless manner.

The next time this person comes over, Yuan Qingqing will become nervous again.

——It was as if she was not carefully peeking at the man running from the window, but was blocking the man's running path, feeling completely at a loss.

Just like when Mu Sicheng peeked at her.

Mu Sicheng knew that person. He was the president of the Student Union, a senior in high school, with excellent grades and good looks. Before Mu Sicheng came, he was the most popular boy in the entire school.

Yuan Qingqing often followed this boy to handle student union affairs. The other party came to Class 7 to find Yuan Qingqing several times. His attitude was very gentle. He always said with a smile, "When I graduate, the student union will rely on you to do things, Qingqing."

Every time this boy came to see Yuan Qingqing, Yuan Qingqing would always be very nervous. She would suddenly jump up from the table, and when she came back her expression would be blank. She would lie limp on the table, looking stupid.

It's not that Mu Sicheng was unaware of the difference, but when he saw Yuan Qingqing waiting so expectantly and seriously for the entire break just for those few seconds for that boy to run under the light, Mu Sicheng's brain stopped working for a few seconds.

"Hey." Mu Sicheng's mind was blank. He heard himself asking maliciously, "Yuan Qingqing, you peek at me every night. You don't like this guy, do you?"

Deny it.

You peeked there