Mu Hengshi stood up and made room for the empty seat next to him. Although he was suspicious of Wen Zhiling, without any evidence, he thought it would be best to just observe and not alert the enemy.
Mu Hengshi ignored Wen Zhiling, who stood beside him with a look of gratitude and anticipation. He focused his attention on his homeroom teacher, who was writing furiously with chalk in the classroom. Mu Hengshi's homeroom teacher was a math teacher named Liao, a male and a number enthusiast. His lectures were always filled with a sacredness and boundless enthusiasm.
Wen Zhiling didn't want to be bored either. He opened his book in his seat and followed Mu Hengshi's example of quietly attending class. Song Qingmo's eyes shuttled back and forth between Mu Hengshi and Wen Zhiling.
Song Qingmo touched his smooth chin and looked at the two of them with a playful expression, "Tsk tsk tsk, there's something wrong with these two people. If this annoying guy can take down Mu Hengshi, then I can rest easy." Song Qingmo was immersed in the happy life that Mu Hengshi and Wen Zhiling would live in the future, and he was daydreaming of getting rid of the bad news and living a carefree life. He tried hard to restrain his somewhat obscene smile.
Suddenly, Song Qingmo felt a pain on his forehead. He covered the wound and saw that the old class teacher, who had walked up to him at some point, was staring at him with a fierce look.
Song Qingmo quickly picked up his book and began to write down his notes. He glanced at his classmates, only to see some of them staring at him, others covering their mouths to stifle laughter. He felt a wave of frustration. He wanted to cover his face with his hands, but the teacher was still beside him, so he had to maintain his usual expressionless face.
The head teacher looked at Song Qingmo's face, nearly on the verge of collapse. Seeing how much he couldn't bear it, he felt a mixture of laughter and tears. He stopped bothering Song Qingmo and walked back to the classroom. Song Qingmo stared at his teacher's retreating figure, tears welling up in his eyes. He thanked him for not killing him. He would definitely get a higher score in math on the next monthly exam.
Mu Hengshi didn't notice this little incident during class because he was in the front row, but Wen Zhiling did. Wen Zhiling sneered inwardly: "This guy doesn't look very smart. He looks so stupid, so why do two people like him?" He really doesn't understand.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the get out of class. The homeroom teacher didn't extend the class for too long, lecturing for another three minutes before dismissing Song Qingmo and the others. The atmosphere in the class immediately perked up, with many people running over to Wen Zhiling to greet him. But without lingering for long, they returned to their desks. After all, they were in the elite class, so competition was fierce. Furthermore, the number of recommended students for this year had already been announced, and there were only five. They had no choice but to seize the opportunity to secure their spots for next semester.
Wen Zhiling maintained his gentle and well-behaved demeanor as he answered the students' questions one by one. He showed no extra expression towards their perfunctory responses and even took out some small gifts to give to them.
Wen Zhiling took out a lot of handmade cookies from his schoolbag and gave a few to everyone. The classmates did not dislike them, but instead had a better impression of Wen Zhiling.
"Don't be disgusted, everyone. I think my cooking skills are pretty good. Here are some cookies I made myself. Try them." As he spoke, Wen Zhiling even handed Song Qingmo a beautiful little gift box. Even Mu Hengshi didn't get this treatment. Song Qingmo looked at Wen Zhiling with a puzzled look. Why did he give this to me? Shouldn't he give it to Mu Hengshi? Could this guy have fallen for me?
Song Qingmo quickly refused, and covered his chest with his hands. "I don't want to thank you for this. Give it to classmate Mu Hengshi. Classmate Mu Hengshi likes these things the most. They look exquisite. I am a rough man and don't like these exquisite little things. I can't accept them."
Seeing Song Qingmo's reaction, Wen Zhiling's forehead veins popped, and he almost rolled his eyes. Wen Zhiling was even more certain that Song Qingmo wouldn't be a hindrance to him. Not only was he dull, but he was also a narcissistic, funny guy. Funny guys don't deserve love.
"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you talking?" Song Qingmo saw Wen Zhiling didn't react. He wouldn't be like Mu Heng, who was instantly taken aback by his rejection. If Wen Zhiling knew what Song Qingmo was thinking, he would definitely roll his eyes. Wen Zhiling only mentally complained that Song Qingmo wasn't just irritated and still recovering. Wen Zhiling slowly exhaled, and thinking of his purpose for today, he held it in.
Although he didn't like Wen Zhiling, it didn't seem right to upset him so suddenly. Song Qingmo was about to say a few words of comfort, but unexpectedly, Wen Zhiling suddenly said, "Classmate Song, I think you misunderstood. I don't mean anything else. I just want to make friends with you. Please accept this gift box. In this class, I feel particularly close to you the moment I see you." Wen Zhiling spoke to Song Qingmo with an earnest look and a gentle tone.
Song Qingmo got goosebumps. He only admired cute boys, but when he truly felt it, Wen Zhiling gave him a feeling that was particularly similar to something on the banks of West Lake. He felt a sense of familiarity the moment he saw me, and I wasn't related to him. Isn't this just pure insanity?
Song Qingmo didn't want to get entangled with Wen Zhiling at the moment, so after returning the gift to him, he quickly ran out of the classroom.
Mu Heng couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Song Qingmo's defeat. Song Qingmo was like that. Normally, if he was given a goal, he'd accomplish it perfectly with clear purpose and determination. But if he were suddenly asked to have a conversation with someone he didn't understand, he'd always mess up. Wen Zhiling stood there awkwardly, unsure whether to leave the gift box on the table or take it back. Today's confrontation between him and Song Qingmo had ended in a mutual defeat, and he didn't understand why Song Qingmo wouldn't play by the rules.
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