Chapter 7 Chapter 7 I heard we were going to talk?
Sunday nights are much more lively, and evening reading is a mess, with noise everywhere and only a few serious reading sounds can be heard.
Pei Shuyu sat at her desk, with her feet on the horizontal bar of the table behind her, and calmed down to memorize the knowledge points.
My deskmate Hua Yu covered her mouth with a book and chatted with Qi Ying who was running around everywhere: "I stayed up all night playing games last night. I'm so sleepy. I hope there are no teachers taking over the class tonight so I can get some sleep."
Qi Ying took a bite of the bun and said, "Rumor has it, there's a grade group meeting tonight, and if the class teacher comes, it will be her last class."
Hua Yu made an "OK" sign and yawned, pressing down on her book. She wiped away a few tears, thinking of what she'd heard when she passed by Class 1 before returning to class that evening. She patted Pei Shuyu, who was standing aside and diligently memorizing her lessons, and said, "Classmate, stop memorizing and let's gossip."
Pei Shuyu turned sideways: "Let's talk later."
Hua Yu yawned again, her consciousness hazy and sleepy. Pei Shuyu's voice reciting beside her was more like a lullaby. But her curiosity for gossip piqued her nerves: "Is there something wrong with Ji Yan?"
She didn't dare to ask Ji Yan, but she could ask Pei Shuyu, who was Ji Yan's best friend and childhood sweetheart.
Given the level of familiarity between the two, the information he got from Pei Shuyu was much more accurate than from others: "When I was passing by Class 1, I heard someone inside say that Ji Yan and Cui Qi were going to talk?"
Cui Qi and Ji Yan were in the same class, sitting in the front and back rows, so it was possible that they developed feelings for each other.
But in my impression, although Ji Yan is gentle in her dealings with others, there is always a sense of alienation, making it difficult to open up to her. What is it like to fall in love with such a person?
Hua Yu couldn't imagine it.
Before she could yawn for the third time, her shoulders were twisted, her half-open mouth froze, and her sleepiness was shattered.
Pei Shuyu didn't use much strength, but she was dragged in a state of half-awakeness, as if she had stepped on air. Hua Yu had obvious dark circles under his eyes: "Ah?"
Pei Shuyu asked: "What did you just say?"
Qi Ying was also shocked by this gossip and hooked Hua Yu's shoulders: "Tell me in detail."
Hua Yu: "What are you talking about? I'm just asking because I don't know what's going on. Deskmate, you don't know anything?"
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After the first evening self-study get out of class, a tall and slender figure flashed outside the classroom, walking back and forth between the door and the window.
Since it was night, the lights in the classroom were much brighter than in the corridor, and no one paid much attention to the people coming and going.
Evening reading was connected to the first evening self-study session. Pei Shuyu endured the entire session and went straight to Class 1 after the bell rang.
Looking through the transparent glass, Ji Yan's back was straight, her ponytail was high, and the pen was constantly moving, and she was concentrating on the topic in front of her without distraction.
There was no one at the table behind her. Pei Shuyu was about to go in as usual and find a reason to say a few words to Ji Yan, but someone was quicker than her.
A figure appeared in front of Ji Yan. The next second, the person placed a cup of milk tea next to Ji Yan's desk, half-bent his waist, and inserted his five fingers into the hair on his forehead to stroke it back.
Cui Qi said, "Thanks for Friday's question."
Ji Yan didn't even raise her eyelids: "No need to thank me, I don't drink milk tea."
Cui Qi placed his hands on either side of Ji Yan's desk, casting a huge shadow over the girl. He lowered himself and asked, "What do you want to drink? I'll buy it for you now."
Ji Yan: "No, thank you."
Cui Qi didn't give up and continued smiling: "Okay, it seems that I was rejected, but how can I take back what I gave away?"
After saying that, he went straight back to his seat. His friends laughed and started to make fun of him.
A man with messy hair patted Cui Qi on the back and said, "Sure, brother."
Cui Qi shrugged and flipped open his exercise book, pretending to be nonchalant. "Go away and stop talking nonsense."
"Hey~ Who said nonsense? Let me see who said nonsense."
"I don't know. I didn't say anything."
“…”
There was a lot of laughter behind him, and a hint of irritation appeared between Ji Yan's delicate eyebrows, and her thoughts on choosing the topic were interrupted for a moment.
She calmed down and continued with her unfinished project. The cup of milk tea was placed right under her eyelids, occupying a tiny sliver of her peripheral vision.
The laughter and noise were still going on, and it seemed to be getting more intense. Ji Yan picked up the cup of milk tea.
The noise grew louder.
Ji Yan turned around, and the milk tea fell back in front of Cui Qi. Her expression was indifferent and her tone was distant: "If you don't want it, you can throw it in the trash can."
The surroundings suddenly became quiet. The boy who was winking at Cui Qi froze, and after realizing what was happening, he scratched his head in embarrassment.
Cui Qi's face flashed with embarrassment, and he said, "Is it really that serious?"
Ji Yan ignored him and turned back to choose a topic.
"That's really disrespectful."
"What are you so proud of? It's boring."
Being humiliated in public, Cui Qi's expression changed again and again. Considering the people around him, he forced a warm smile and said, "It's okay, it's okay. I'll drink it myself. Maybe the drink I bought doesn't suit Ji Yan's taste."
"You are the only one with a good temper. No wonder she has no parents."
"You're crazy, shut up if you can't talk." Ji Yan's deskmate Lin Yue couldn't stand it any longer. She turned around and glared at the person who was talking, then turned to Cui Qi and said, "You're just a broken cup of milk tea, and you really think you're nothing."
Director Chen entered the classroom at this time, and the few people who still wanted to stand up for the injustice swarmed back to their original seats.
If these things were said in front of the grade director or their own class teacher, they would probably feel itchy and want to be kicked out.
Director Chen stood at the entrance of the classroom with his hands behind his back, looking around, and then came to Lin Yue: "Class monitor, please see who is speaking and give me the list when the time comes."
Lin Yue: "Okay, teacher."
Director Chen nodded, and before going to the office for a meeting, he thought of the person sneaking around outside the classroom.
She had a deep impression of that person. Yesterday, she was almost reported for reading novels. She had seen him chatting and laughing with Ji Yan outside the first class several times. "Pei Shuyu outside is here to see you, right?"
She taught Chinese in Class 10 and knew Pei Shuyu was good at art and a promising student. "Please supervise her academic subjects more and don't waste her time on unnecessary things."
Ji Yan's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
After the head teacher left the classroom, when Ji Yan went out, only a few students from other classes passed by occasionally, and there was no sign of Pei Shuyu.
Pei Shuyu entered the classroom as the bell rang, took out his sketchpad expressionlessly, and drew hard on the sketch paper with the sharpened charcoal pencil.
"Click", the pen tip breaks.
Several charcoal pencils broke in succession, and the sound finally woke Hua Yu, who had slept through the entire evening study session.
The girl who had buried her head in her arms looked up: "What are you doing?" She saw Pei Shuyu sharpening the pencil and asked in surprise, "Are you crazy? Why are you sharpening it so sharply?"
The charcoal pencils used for sketching are often the small pencil tips left over from sketching. They do not need to be sharpened, otherwise it will be inconvenient to apply force. On the other hand, the lines of the outer contour of the sketch cannot be too thin.
There is no way Pei Shuyu didn't know this.
Hua Yu rubbed his head and threw a pen tip over: "Here, use my painting."
Pei Shuyu threw down the pencil sharpener and took it without saying a word.
Hua Yu changed into a comfortable position and continued to sleep: "Call me when the class sister comes."
Unexplained emotions welled up within me, my strength lost control, and the thin sketch paper was riddled with holes. My memorized painting techniques were discarded, and I relied solely on instinct to unravel the mystery.
The girl sitting on the other side of Pei Shuyu was also sketching, wanting to see how Pei Shuyu drew.
She couldn't help but gasp when she saw the dull, black lines, devoid of any importance. Then she glanced at Pei Shuyu's expression, which was no different from usual.
The cold white skin was so white that it almost reflected light under the light. The few strands of hair that hung down were moved back and forth by the swinging arms, and the smooth lines of the profile looked like they were painted on.
Her eyes fell on the sketch paper, and the girl couldn't help but close her eyes when she saw the lines drawn on it.
Even masters sometimes lose their touch, maybe this is a new way of sketching, let’s see.
Before I could look at it again, the page of sketch paper was torn off.
The girl was stunned: "?"
What's going on?
After the second evening study session, Pei Shuyu had seven or eight unsatisfactory sketch papers piled up on her desk. She curled up into a ball, walked around her crouching deskmate, and threw them into the trash can outside the classroom.
As soon as I went out, I ran into people waiting outside.
Just a few seconds after the get out of class ended, Ji Yan arrived.
Should we be thankful that Class 1 and Class 10 are on the same floor, so it won’t take too long for them to get to each other’s classes?
In the past, when Ji Yan came to see her on her own initiative, Pei Shuyu was always very happy, but today was different. What happened during the last break was still fresh in her mind.
Pei Shuyu pretended not to see Ji Yan and passed by her without even glancing at her.
Ji Yan called her: "Pei Shuyu?"
Pei Shuyu seemed to have just seen it, and smiled with a fake smile: "Why did you come to see me, classmate Ji? What's the matter?"
The dim light in the corridor cast shadows of varying depths on Ji Yan's face, and the shadow made it difficult for Pei Shuyu to see the person in front of her clearly.
But it doesn’t matter whether you can see it clearly or not.
She saw clearly that Cui Qi gave milk tea to Ji Yan, and she saw clearly that Ji Yan did not refuse. Isn’t that enough?
Ji Yan asked: "If nothing happens, can't I come to see you?"
Standing at the classroom door, Pei Shuyu was too conspicuous. She noticed several gazes converging on her. She took a few steps outside and leaned on the railing: "No, I haven't finished my sketch today."
Ji Yan lowered her eyes: "Are you unhappy?"
Pei Shuyu never hides her emotions in front of her, and the little she reveals shows that she is not in a good mood.
Is it because of Cui Qi or some other reason?
Ji Yan stared at Pei Shuyu's face. The break was only ten minutes long. Unable to bear Pei Shuyu's silence, Ji Yan took a half step forward and deliberately asked, "Is it because of me? How did I make you unhappy?"
Pei Shuyu: "No."
Ji Yan: "Is that someone else's fault?"
Pei Shuyu: "No."
Ji Yan frowned, her tone becoming more urgent: "Is that all you can say is no? Why?"
Seeing Ji Yan's anger, Pei Shuyu's anger that had been suppressed for the entire evening study session mostly dissipated. She grumbled, "How old are we now? Can you focus on your studies first? You won't have anything else when you get to college. You're just worried about others..."
Ji Yan suddenly smiled and interrupted Pei Shuyu coldly: "What did you say?"
Pei Shuyu swallowed, her neck choking, and she said nonsensically, "Drinking too much milk tea is bad for your health."
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