The table-moving battle was officially over, having been stopped by Song Qingmo's force. Wen Zhiling was still terrified, and at the table behind Song Qingmo, he didn't dare look at him. No one had told him that his rival was so formidable. What if Song Qingmo got mad at him, lost control, and accidentally beat him to death?
After Song Qingmo sat down, he placed a large pile of books at the junction of the tables. The pile was so high that it blocked Mu Hengshi's view. The classmates looked at each other in confusion, knowing that the two of them were not on good terms. Song Qingmo's usually expressionless face turned even colder. However, the head teacher was completely unaware of the tense atmosphere.
He tapped the blackboard, drawing the students' attention back to the podium, and began to explain the questions. Song Qingmo picked up the math paper he had done countless times in his previous life, the trigonometric functions and quadrant problems... He had only gotten one small question wrong on the last one, but it wasn't a big deal. He scored 148 out of 150. These questions were relatively simple, and generally many students could get high scores. It was a no-brainer that Mu Hengshi would definitely get 150.
Song Qingmo clenched the pen in his hand in annoyance, and he poked the paper with the tip of the pen, as if the paper had a grudge against him. Mu Heng noticed the body next to him moving. Although he couldn't see Song Qingmo clearly, he knew at this moment that he must be very dissatisfied.
After all, Song Qingmo was usually quite proud, so it was no wonder he was angry when he was blamed for something else. Mu Hengshi was not greedy. As long as he and Song Qingmo were deskmates, he was confident that he would be able to impress him through their daily companionship. He knew Song Qingmo well. Song Qingmo was a man who valued friendship and loyalty. What he valued most was companionship. Whoever stayed with him long enough and treated him well, Song Qingmo would not hesitate to give him the same reward.
Mu Hengshi, Song Qingmo, and Wen Zhiling weren't paying much attention during the class. Mu Hengshi was preoccupied with impressing Song Qingmo and dealing with the new transfer student behind him. Song Qingmo fretted over how to connect Wen Zhiling with Mu Hengshi, while Wen Zhiling wondered how to seduce Mu Hengshi while avoiding a formal conflict with Song Qingmo. Each of them, preoccupied with their own thoughts, listened absentmindedly throughout the class.
After class, the classroom of Class 1 was not as quiet as usual. Everyone was reading at the table. They showed their enthusiasm to the new transfer student. After class, they all came to Wen Zhiling, asking questions and asking about his well-being. Wen Zhiling also responded to them very actively, with a smile on his face all the time.
"Hey, Wen, you look so pretty when you smile. You're so sweet, like a pretty ragdoll cat," a female classmate said timidly, her face blushing at Wen Zhiling's smile. Many other female classmates echoed her sentiments, while the male classmates, while agreeing, felt a touch of discontent. What was so good about the boy next door? Masculine men like them were the ones who met the public's aesthetic standards. Wen Zhiling's smile grew even sweeter. He grinned, "Really? Thank you! No one has ever praised me like that before." Inside, however, he felt a fierce anger. How dare they compare him to an animal?
Unlike the bustling crowd here, Song Qingmo, to prevent Mu Hengshi from bothering him immediately after class, immediately lay down on the table and pretended to sleep. This was his usual trick these days, a deliberate act to avoid talking to Mu Hengshi. Mu Hengshi was considerate enough not to disturb Song Qingmo, but he cast his eyes on the people crowded here. Some people even squeezed towards Song Qingmo, almost bumping into his head a few times.
Gradually, some people began to sense something was amiss. They glanced towards Mu Hengshi, only to see him casting a hostile glance at them. He gestured towards Song Qingmo, then made a quiet gesture. Frightened by his smirking demeanor, the others shut up and dispersed back to their seats. "I can't afford to offend you," he said. "I can't afford to offend you."
Seeing that the situation was not right, Wen Zhiling knew what to do and didn't say anything more. He kept silent and gave Mu Hengshi a very sweet smile in his seat. Mu Hengshi was blinded by the smile and was stunned. Wen Zhiling's appearance and voice fit the type of Song Qingmo, but it was a pity that Song Qingmo would not smile at him like that. Mu Hengshi's heart began to ache again.
As Mu Hengshi was lost in thought, Song Qingmo felt the noise around him fade to a pin drop, the world suddenly silent. He couldn't help but tilt his furry head up a little to create some space. His eyes peeked through the circle formed by his hands and saw Mu Hengshi staring blankly at Wen Zhiling. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, this guy is quick to learn, but his concentration is too poor. He was seduced by Wen Zhiling's smile. Song Qingmo despised him, but his heart couldn't help but leap with joy. These two were truly made for each other, just a matter of catching each other's eye.
He had to bring them together, otherwise he would become part of their play, becoming a vicious male supporting role, and the seasoning of their relationship would be a big deal. In his previous life, Song Qingmo couldn't stand it, but now he was the man holding the script. Song Qingmo withdrew his hand again, afraid of being discovered, leaving behind a soft and touchable head.
Wen Zhiling naturally saw the change from surprise to loneliness in Mu Heng's eyes, which made him very proud. No one could resist his face, and these rich kids were no different.
Mu Hengshi didn't realize that he had been distracted for a long time and had caused Wen Zhiling and Song Qingmo to misunderstand him. Mu Hengshi also realized that he had been in a daze for a long time. He glanced at Wen Zhiling with a warning and sat up straight again.
Young Master Mu didn't care about his face at all. He tilted his chair towards Song Qingmo and leaned his head on the books Song Qingmo had piled up. He looked at Song Qingmo's curled up body with a gentle look and no concealment. The broken mood gradually warmed up. Mu Hengshi's mood improved, but Song Qingmo's mood was not so good. What are you looking at? God, please send someone to drive Mu Hengshi away, otherwise I will have to bear the consequences of killing. I have never fought with anyone in my life and have been a vegetarian all my life. Why do I have to go through all this?
Song Qingmo tried to distract himself by letting his mind wander. Ignoring the aggressive gaze, Mu Hengshi saw Song Qingmo's hands slowly clenching, as if he was trying to endure something. Mu Hengshi felt worried that he was not feeling well but was trying not to tell anyone. He was just about to pick up Song Qingmo and take him to the infirmary. Leaning closer, Mu Hengshi, with his excellent hearing, heard Song Qingmo's mumbling, scolding him. One sentence Mu Hengshi heard clearly was: God, the believer is willing to be a vegetarian for life, please leave Mu Hengshi alone.
Mu Hengshi stopped and sneered in his heart, his nose felt sore. This oath is not poisonous at all. You are a vegetarian. In the past, Mu Hengshi labeled Song Qingmo a freak because of this.
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