Chapter 310
The next day, Wang Jiazhi woke up early and lay in bed for over an hour before getting up to wash up. Even so, it was still early, barely six o'clock. After cleaning up, she sat at the table and continued to daydream, oblivious to Lai Xiujin's discomfort these past few days. They had barely spoken.
Lai Xiujin finished cleaning up and said, "Aren't you going to eat? The cafeteria is about to close."
Wang Jiazhi then felt very hungry. She remembered that she had forgotten to eat dinner when she came back from the library yesterday.
She and Lai Xiujin were having breakfast together. When Lai Xiujin saw her smiling at the soy milk, he really wanted to splash it on her face. He cursed in his heart: "Shameless bitch, one day I will teach you a lesson."
Lai Xiujin was furious. She had already told Wang Jiazhi that she had feelings for Kuang Yumin, and she'd actually seduced him. The two of them had exchanged glances on the tram. She was furious. Now, facing her, she acted as if nothing had happened. She was truly a slut with no one to support her!
Lai Xiujin was very sociable, especially with boys, and Wang Jiazhi really wanted to ask if she knew that person. Wang Jiazhi loved history and often attended classes with history students. If there was such a person, why had she never met him before? She was completely unaware of Lai Xiujin's displeasure during breakfast, but she hesitated several times before finally shying away from asking.
The next day, Kuang Yumin came to them and said that they would go to the drama club after school to discuss what to perform in the new play. She smiled and said, "I have to go to Teacher Yang's class. I won't go today."
Lai Xiujin quickly smiled and said, "It's nothing. I'll tell you when I get back after we've discussed it."
Teacher Yang’s classes always have a lot of students. This time, he used his spare time to talk to everyone about the history of Chinese literature. It was purely free teaching.
Wang Jiazhi went back to pack up, but some things delayed her, so the lecture had already started when she arrived. The seats in the front were already full, so she lowered her head and quietly entered through the back door like a kitten hunting, and sat down in the back seat. The classroom was divided into two sections by an aisle in the middle.
Wang Jiazhi just took out her notebook and pen, and when she looked up, she saw a very familiar figure in the fourth row across the aisle. He was wearing a light gray gown and taking notes while listening to the lecture.
She has always been very hardworking, but this time she was distracted in class, staring at her back. I don't know if he felt a pair of eyes looking at him from behind, or if he turned around to see something, but after a while, he suddenly turned around.
The two people were separated by an aisle, one in front and the other behind, as if they were looking at each other across the Milky Way.
When she saw that he had discovered her, her face turned red to her ears and she lowered her head in panic.
Teacher Yang was speaking on the podium: "Leaning against the door, looking back, I smell the green plums."
There was no way the two of them could go unnoticed at school, as someone was secretly watching them.
I heard a boy say: "The teacher's explanation is enough, you don't need to demonstrate~"
He quickly turned his head back, and both of them lowered their heads so low that they almost touched the table. The students in the classroom all laughed. Teacher Yang, always known for her open-mindedness and humor, saw how they were, and joined in the jokes.
She didn't know what he was like, but she didn't listen to a single word of the class and didn't write a single word in her notebook.
When Lai Xiujin returned, she said, "Kuang Yumin said that we're going to have a social gathering with the Hong Kong University Drama Club tomorrow, and everyone will learn ballroom dancing."
Lai Xiujin's attitude returned to normal. Kuang Yumin seemed to favor Wang Jiazhi more, but she was confident she could break them up and take advantage of their situation. Before that, she couldn't let her relationship with Wang Jiazhi fall out. If they did, Kuang Yumin might distance himself from her because of Wang Jiazhi, and that would make it even more hopeless.
Wang Jiazhi was still sitting at the table in a daze, and she didn't hear anything Lai Xiujing said.
"Wang Jiazhi!"
"ah!"
She shuddered with fright, then came to her senses. Lai Xiujin repeated what she had just said. When she heard about ballroom dancing, the kind that involved hugging a man's waist and holding his hand, she quickly shook her head.
"What’s wrong with you?"
She laughed and said, "I have something to do tomorrow night, so I won't go. I can't learn it either, and it would be so awkward to go there."
"Huh? Kuang Yumin, Huang Lei and the others went, everyone in our club went, and you're not going?"
"Well! Have fun, I'm not going."
Lai Xiujin was bewildered. Wasn't she and Kuang Yumin already having a hot affair? Why didn't she go, missing out on such a chance to warm up their relationship? Or was it her... Lai Xiujin thought she understood again. Wang Jiazhi must have been secretly dating Kuang Yumin, and the closer they were in private, the more they had to avoid suspicion in public. It had to be this way.
"You bitch, you deserve to die!" she said hatefully in her heart.
Wang Jiazhi tossed and turned in bed that night, unable to sleep, wondering how this thing could even begin. Ideally, it would be love at first sight, without you having to initiate anything; the other person would just naturally come to you. But in reality, it seemed that wasn't always the case. There wasn't always such a thing as a tacit understanding. If I didn't take the initiative, who would know what you were thinking?
If you act too late, someone else will get there first.
Wang Jiazhi had no romantic experience, and her mother had passed away early, leaving her without any female elders to guide her through these matters. She had always harbored idealistic fantasies about love, but when it came to reality, she realized that idealism was a rare commodity. If she didn't take the initiative, she might not have a chance. And if she did, how could she, a girl, take the initiative? If she took the initiative too early, would people think she was too frivolous? He seemed to prefer a quiet and reserved type.
She was so distracted by her thoughts, neither left nor right, that she kept tossing and turning in bed, and she didn't sleep at all. When she was tired and half asleep, it was dawn.
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