Chapter 253 The Pseudo-Student's Black Moonlight Goddess 04
Xin Zeming's eyes were fixed on Zhuang Yan's back. He gritted his teeth, his voice filled with a hint of resentment and jealousy. "But don't get too complacent too soon. After the end of the semester and the placement exam, you'll definitely be back in Class D. Then Zi Xiao will still be mine!"
Xin Zeming looked at Shen Xinran carrying things over, and his face immediately filled with smiles, "Zi Xiao, let me help you!"
Shen Xinran shook his head and smiled faintly: "No, there's not much stuff, I can do it alone."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Zhuang Yan and asked softly, "Student Zhuang Yan, do you want to sit outside or inside?"
Zhuang Yan lay on the table without raising his head, but moved his body inside. Seeing this, Shen Xinran put the book outside.
After Shen Xinran finished packing and sat down, Zhuang Yan raised his head, looked at Shen Xinran, frowned and said, "Since I said I would keep it a secret for you, then I will definitely not tell anyone, you don't have to do this."
Shen Xinran said with a look of grievance: "I just want to help you, how can you think of me like this, it's so sad."
Zhuang Yan was silent for a moment, then continued, "Just like they said, after the next placement test, I will be back in Class D."
Shen Xinran smiled, revealing her white teeth, "Don't worry, with my help, you will definitely get a high score."
Zhuang Yan didn't believe that someone would be nice to him for no reason. He asked, "What is your purpose?"
Shen Xinran's eyes curved, "I just want to help you."
Zhuang Yan remained unmoved. "No matter what your purpose is, I'm a hopeless case. You'd better not waste your energy."
After saying that, he fell asleep.
Seeing Zhuang Yan's strong vigilance, Shen Xinran frowned in annoyance. But she also knew that changing Zhuang Yan's mindset would take time and patience.
The Chinese teacher walked into the classroom the moment the bell rang. She glanced in the corner and saw Zhuang Yan still sleeping. In her opinion, this kind of rebellious child was beyond help.
So, she pretended not to notice, walked to the podium, picked up her textbook and started teaching. "Today we are going to learn..."
When the first ray of sunlight came through the window and shone on the desk, Shen Xinran stood up and moved towards Zhuang Yan.
Although Zhuang Yan was lying on the table, he was not asleep. As Shen Xinran approached, he could still smell the unique fragrance of the girl, fresh and sweet.
Zhuang Yan pursed his pale, thin lips and thought to himself: She definitely wants him to get up and attend the class, but he won't listen to her.
But the imagined touch did not come. Instead, there was a crisp "swish" sound, which was the sound of the curtains being drawn.
The sunlight no longer shone directly into Zhuang Yan's eyes. In theory, he should be able to sleep more peacefully. But for some reason, a sense of loss welled up in his heart.
The 254th lesson was math class, and Zhuang Yan was still lying on the table.
As the math teacher walked into the classroom, he said in a deep voice, "Bring out your monthly exam papers. We will review them in this class."
Shen Xinran took out the test paper from the drawer, but when she took out her red pen, she found that it was out of ink. She could only look at Zhuang Yan and reached out to poke Zhuang Yan's exposed arm.
Zhuang Yan didn't know what was going on; he hadn't fallen asleep today. When Shen Xinran poked him, he immediately raised his head and said firmly, "Don't even think about it. I won't be attending the class."
Shen Xinran smiled awkwardly but politely, "I just wanted to ask if I could borrow your red pen for a moment?"
Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, then quickly pulled out a brand new red pen from his pencil case and handed it to Shen Xinran.
Their fingertips touched lightly, and Zhuang Yan's cheeks suddenly flushed, not knowing whether it was due to embarrassment or shyness. He turned his head and buried it in his arms again, pretending to continue sleeping.
When Shen Xinran unscrewed the pen cap, he found that the red pen was still brand new, and the ink bead on the tip of the pen was clearly visible, which was enough to show how much he didn't like studying on a daily basis.
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As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of evening self-study, the day students rushed out of the classroom eagerly like birds being released.
Since the lunch time is too short, most day students choose to eat in the school cafeteria at noon and go home in the evening.
Shen Xinran quickly picked up her schoolbag and followed Zhuang Yan. Zhuang Yan didn't refuse, but walked silently towards home.
Shen Xinran felt that if there was no refusal, it meant consent, so she stepped on Zhuang Yan's shadow without any burden and moved forward happily.
The moonlight fell on them, lengthening their shadows. Neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere was strangely good.
Xia Qinghong was still busy in the kitchen. When she heard the door open, she immediately called out, "Zi Xiao is back. The meal will be ready soon. Wash your hands and get ready to eat!"
Shen Xinran nodded, "Okay."
But when Shen Xinran washed her hands and sat at the dining table, she found that Qiao Hong and Xia Qinghong were staring at her. Shen Xinran was slightly startled, put down the chopsticks in her hand, and asked: "Mom and Dad, what's the matter?"
Xia Qinghong glanced at Qiao Hong, signaling him to speak first. However, Qiao Hong's hand under the table tugged at the corner of her clothes, signaling her to speak first.
Xia Qinghong was forced to do nothing but clench her fist, put it in front of her mouth, coughed, and said, "Mom and Dad just want to ask, do many boys write love letters to you at school?"
Upon hearing this, Qiao Hong quickly waved his hands, trying to distance himself from the matter. "This is mainly what your mother wants to ask. Dad thinks that the fact that my daughter can receive a love letter proves that she is excellent. Dad is proud of you."
Xia Qinghong glared at Qiao Hong, as if to say: So you are the only one who can be a good person.
She rolled her eyes and said unhappily, "Yes, that's what I wanted to ask. Your dad isn't worried at all that premature love will affect your studies."
Shen Xinran suppressed her laughter and nodded, "I understand, Mom and Dad, don't worry, I won't let this affect my studies."
Qiao Hong breathed a sigh of relief, "Dad must believe you."
Qiao Qihao, who was still eating nearby, said disdainfully, "Oh, Mom and Dad, don't worry. Who can beat her? Others send her love letters in a fit of rage. Once they find out she's a violent woman, they want to stay away from her."
Shen Xinran turned to look at Qiao Qihao, narrowed his eyes slightly, and sneered: "Since you know I am a violent woman, how dare you provoke me!"
After saying that, she grabbed Qiao Qihao's hair.
Qiao Qihao felt the pain, but he still stuffed the meat on the chopsticks into his mouth. He protected his hair with one hand and shouted incoherently, "Mom and Dad, please save me!"
Qiao Hong seemed not to hear. He picked up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks, tasted it, and frowned, saying, "This dish seems a bit salty."
Xia Qinghong also tasted it and nodded in agreement, "Indeed, I'll put less salt tomorrow."
As for Qiao Qihao, he had been pinned down on a stool and beaten by Shen Xinran, his cries for help echoing throughout the living room. Shen Xinran also couldn't understand why Qiao Qihao was so irritated.
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