Chapter Six
Shen Yue was somewhat puzzled; did this essay actually contain philosophical reflections?
Although he didn't understand, he still chose to respect it.
The discussion that followed finally moved away from this philosophical essay and shifted its focus to some writing techniques and experiences.
You Congxi had to admit that Shen Yue was indeed quite capable.
It would have been better if he hadn't made her repeat elementary school in the first place.
......
The Chinese Language Office.
Shen Yue stared at the author's name on the desk and remained silent for at least three minutes.
"What's your decision, Shen Yue?"
The Chinese teacher picked up the steaming teacup, blew on it, took a small sip, and waited for the boy who was acting strangely in front of his desk to reply.
Shen Yue didn't speak; his mind was filled with his own merciless comments and You Congxi's disgusted expression.
Is his brain made of shit?
They even went so far as to ask them what the problem was—
Shen Yue stared blankly: "Damn, are you an idiot...?"
"Chen Yue!" The Chinese teacher slammed her teacup down on the table and raised her voice.
I had heard from other teachers that Shen Yue from Class 1 of Grade 11 was a troublemaker, but since he had good grades and a powerful family background, the school leaders usually turned a blind eye to him. As long as he didn't make any outrageous mistakes, they would just let it go.
She noticed that Shen Yue was quite enthusiastic in class, and considering he got the highest score in the whole school in the Chinese exam, she felt that her child might be able to turn things around in the new semester.
But judging from Shen Yue's current attitude...
The Chinese teacher glanced at him and said calmly, "If you don't want to be the class representative, you can just say so. You don't need to beat around the bush with me."
Class representative?
Ever since learning that the author of that masterpiece was You Congxi, Shen Yue had been restless and ignored everything the teacher said.
He wasn't interested in being the class representative and immediately tried to refuse: "Sorry, teacher, I don't want to—"
"Report."
Shen Yue's words froze on his lips.
You Congxi pushed open the door and walked in, not even sparing a glance at the tall, thin boy next to her: "Teacher, you wanted to see me?"
The Chinese teacher's expression softened instantly.
She had been mentoring this child since the first year of high school. Although the child had an unusually poor sense of language and wrote incomprehensible essays, the child's good attitude and diligent study habits made up for it.
She smiled and said, "Would you like to be my class representative? If you are, I can consider reducing the number of times you have to stand as punishment after the essay grades are released."
"I do!"
You Congxi's eyelids twitched, and she turned to look at someone she had deliberately ignored as soon as she entered the room.
Shen Yue met the Chinese teacher's surprised gaze and said with a serious expression, "Teacher, I'm willing to be the Chinese class representative."
“…Okay then,” she turned to face You Congxi, “What about you?”
You Congxi answered without hesitation: "No."
She didn't want to have any more contact with Shen Yue.
Being assigned to a Chinese language group was already a headache for her.
The boy next to him kept his mouth tightly shut and didn't say a word.
The Chinese teacher fiddled with the small electric fan on the desk, and the breeze somehow carried the distinctive soapy scent of Shen Yue, which brushed past You Congxi's nose across the desk.
She raised her hand and rubbed her nose, without saying a word.
The air felt a little stagnant for a moment, with only the buzzing sound of a small fan.
Shen Yue was having trouble breathing.
So she really hates me that much.
His eyes dimmed, and he turned his toes in a different direction, intending to leave.
"Teacher, I'll be going now."
"......"
Even after leaving the office, You Congxi was still somewhat dazed.
Was she possessed by a ghost?
Why did you change your mind and say yes after you already refused?
Is it just because Shen Yue's back view looks a bit like a stray dog that's been caught in the rain?
Damn it, who cursed her?! Who?!
You Congxi was torn between her inner turmoil and her expression remained blank. She didn't even notice that Shen Yue, who had been holding the door and waiting for her to leave, had already walked up to her.
It was break time, and students were in small groups in the corridor, playing and making noise. Those with hearing problems couldn't hear what the people next to them were saying at all.
Yin Zixuan had just returned from smoking on the rooftop. She threw the mineral water bottle she had used to catch cigarette ash into the toilet trash can. When she looked up, she saw the head of the Chinese language group looking down and talking to You Congxi.
Are you giving me special treatment?
Or are they engaged in some kind of philosophical speculation?
After all, You Congxi seems to be quite interested in philosophy.
"I'm sorry, I... didn't know that essay was yours."
You Congxi's lips twitched.
That's really bringing up the very thing you shouldn't be talking about.
The atmosphere was somewhat tense.
Shen Yue lowered his gaze, his thin eyelids taut, making him appear even more fierce.
You Congxi naturally assumed that her silence had angered him.
The distance was a bit too close, so she took half a step back. The boy in front of her frowned even more deeply, his lips pressed into a straight line, and his shoulders were straight and broad, like a mountain blocking her way.
You Congxi's gaze was calm.
If one might have been somewhat wary of his reputation as a school bully at first, the series of unfortunate events that happened to him later, though not intentionally, still really annoyed You Congxi.
You Congxi has always disliked trouble.
Having just agreed to be the class representative was already a major mistake that led me off course.
Therefore, the best way to remedy this situation is for the two of them to treat each other with respect and avoid unnecessary communication or contact.
Even if he smells very nice.
When Yin Zixuan walked over, she bumped into a group of physical education students who were walking on tiptoe, shooting hoops in the air while chatting and laughing. Therefore, she only heard the word "WeChat".
"Do you want to add me on WeChat to join a group? Should I scan your QR code or should you scan mine?"
Yin Zixuan waved her phone at Shen Yue, but her eyes were fixed on You Congxi.
You Congxi mentally went over the names for a while.
Shen Yue was the first to react, and he almost wanted to burst into laughter three times.
What is called a divine assist!
He wanted Yin Zixuan to sit at the head table at the wedding.
You Congxi was just pondering how to thoroughly refuse Shen Yue's request to add him on WeChat under the guise of being a colleague.
I never expected the change to happen so swiftly.
Seeing Shen Yue deftly pull out his phone and open WeChat.
You Congxi tightened his grip on his phone in his pocket, several excuses flashing through his mind.
My phone was stolen by a stray cat at school, it fell into the toilet bowl while I was using it, I don't have a WeChat account, I'm out of data and can't open WeChat...
Any of these excuses can be used to stall for a while.
But she just replied to Qu Qi's message in front of Shen Yue.
You Congxi closed his eyes in despair.
"Scan me."
No.
?
Why did the voice change?
When You Congxi opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a QR code thrust right in front of him.
She wanted to close her eyes again.
"What's wrong?"
With the phone tilted slightly downwards, You Congxi finally saw the person's face clearly.
And the resentful look in Shen Yue's eyes beside him.
"No, I'll scan your code." You Congxi was overjoyed and immediately took out his phone to scan the code.
Shen Yue watched helplessly as Yin Zixuan added You Congxi and created a group chat.
[Philosophy Group]
You Congxi: "?"
Shen Yue: "What kind of name is this?"
Yin Zixuan directed the two to bring the rest of the group in as well. Upon hearing this, she smiled at You Congxi, as if she understood without saying a word.
Visiting Congxi: ?
Are there any normal people left in this group?
Seeing that Shen Yue opened his mouth as if to say something, You Congxi quickly said, "I don't have enough friend slots. Let's talk about it in the group chat."
Shen Yue: "...Oh."
"......"
I always felt a chill down my spine when I was swimming in the Congxi River during afternoon classes.
But when I turned around, that feeling vanished without a trace.
Only Shen Yue's cold and handsome face remained.
He seemed oblivious to You Congxi's blatant scrutiny, intently watching the geography teacher on the podium drawing a world map.
You Congxi stared at him suspiciously for a few moments, but finding nothing amiss, she slowly turned around.
Seeing this, Shen Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense face gradually relaxed.
The next second—
You Congxi turned his head with lightning speed, his gaze fixed on Shen Yue like an arrow!
Shen Yue was writing something with his head down. Hearing the noise, he looked up and met her sharp gaze. He raised an eyebrow, which roughly meant: What's wrong? What's wrong with you?
You Congxi: "..."
never mind.
She felt she might be being too sensitive; even if she had a prejudice against Shen Yue, she shouldn't have acted so indiscriminately.
"Hey bro, why did you suddenly snatch my pen?"
He Qi was engrossed in creating a stick figure battle against Godzilla in his notebook when, at a crucial moment, Shen Yue snatched the pen from his hand.
Shen Yue, holding his pen, and You Congxi exchanged an awkward glance.
“I… my pen is out of ink,” Shen Yue choked for a moment, then forcefully and calmly handed the pen to He Qizheng: “Here you go.”
You Congxi turned his head away expressionlessly.
She wants to change seats.
immediately.
Qu Qi noticed the commotion: "What's wrong?"
You Congxi let out a heavy sigh: "No, I'm thinking about when we can switch seats."
There was a sound of something falling to the ground.
Qu Qi thought for a moment: "According to people who were with Da Shu in the first year of high school, she doesn't like changing seats, she finds it troublesome."
You Congxi: "
Qu Qi: "Why are you asking this?"
Just as You Congxi was about to speak, he felt something poking him in the back.
Is this never going to end?
She didn't intend to pay any attention to it, but was already planning to talk to Tang Miaosong about the seat change after class.
She now has absolutely zero tolerance for Shen Yue.
So what if he smells amazing?
Can being handsome put food on the table?
The skin exposed outside the summer school uniform was lightly touched, and You Congxi was startled, his anger rising!
She couldn't take it anymore. She whirled around, her eyes practically spitting fire, staring intently at the culprit: "Who...?"
Shen Yue raised the white flag he had made himself without any expression and waved it slightly.
The swim in the Congxi River has stalled.
She inexplicably noticed a small, very light-colored mole at the corner of his left eye, which made Shen Yue's cold and stern face look somewhat gentle.
What does this mean? Are we surrendering?
Shen Yue picked up the note he had deliberately placed on the corner of the table and quickly stuffed it into You Congxi's hand.
You Congxi was startled and subconsciously met Shen Yue's amber eyes.
The unfamiliar touch in her palm brought her back to her senses.
She quickly glanced around. He Qi was drawing with his head down, and Qu Qi was playing games under the table.
Turning around, I glanced at the teacher engrossed in lecturing on the podium, then lowered my head and furtively opened the note.
The neatly written line of text was completely contrary to the way the owner presented himself.
You Congxi glanced at it, holding his breath.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you on purpose.
She paused, then instinctively flipped it over to the back—
Can I not change seats?
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