Her deskmate Yan Qingyue wiped her tears with a tissue and asked her gently what was wrong.

Duan Yuwei couldn't say it.

Even though an hour had passed, she was still in disbelief.

Sheng Yuan said such contemptuous words to Fu Jie, and Fu Jie heard it on the spot. Sheng Yuan turned around and left without caring.

And Fu Jie.

Fu Jie was not angry as expected. Instead, he looked at Duan Yuwei with a bit of disgust and frowned, "Can you stop acting like you're sick?"

Although Fu Jie was not good at academics, he was always polite to girls.

When Duan Yuwei and he were desk mates and pestered him, he would get impatient and reject her coldly every time, but he would never say anything that would embarrass the girl. It was precisely because of this that she always had the courage to hang around Fu Jie.

Duan Yuwei sobbed and told Yan Qingyue incoherently that she had been heartbroken.

Yan Qingyue knew that she liked the boy in Class 7 and comforted her: "Don't cry, Yuwei, we are students, and we should focus on our studies now. You lost a lot of points in the test last weekend, so you should pay more attention to yourself."

Duan Yuwei was immersed in her own emotions, sobbing: "...Fu Jie actually said that to me."

…

Evening self-study.

Zhang Wenqiang felt a chill on his back, as if he was being stared at by something real.

He turned his head subconsciously, and was caught off guard by a pair of cold eyes, and his body shivered uncontrollably.

"G-Gen Xue? What's wrong?"

The boy sitting at the back desk had a thick exercise book spread out in front of him. He held a black ballpoint pen in his bony hands and looked coldly at Zhang Wenqiang - the pink recharge card in his hand.

Zhang Wenqiang almost confessed, "…This was given to me by classmate Sheng Yuan after class this afternoon."

Shi Yan is the first person to arrive in the class every day. When the weather is cold and the sky is still gray, the students in Class 1 are always the first to see the young man sitting by the window in the last row.

Fortunately, it was the same today, otherwise a classmate would have seen a scene that would have made him drop his jaw.

The academic genius in the class, who was as cold as an iceberg and never spoke a word to anyone, unzipped his schoolbag as soon as he got to his seat, took something out of it, and put it in the desk next to him.

Shi Yan put the recharge card there. Sheng Yuan also saw it when he came, but just glanced at it.

She fell asleep again.

The recharge card was accidentally knocked out when she woke up in the afternoon and reached into her bag for her cell phone.

She didn't notice.

When the school bell rang in the afternoon, most people had left the classroom. Zhang Wenqiang returned to the classroom to get his forgotten meal card and saw the recharge card at the feet of Sheng Yuan, who had just woken up and was packing her bag to leave.

Zhang Wenqiang pointed to the ground: "... Student Sheng Yuan, is this yours?"

Sheng Yuan looked down and picked up the card.

Zhang Wenqiang swore.

He approached Sheng Yuan purely out of a desire to build a good relationship with his new classmate.

"It's a recharge card for the arcade near the school! Sheng Yuan, have you been to that arcade as well? There are many fun games in that arcade. My favorite is the simulated racing game, which is very exciting—"

The words haven’t been finished yet.

The card was handed to him.

"I'm giving it to you," she said casually.

When Zhang Wenqiang came to his senses and looked up blankly with the card in his hand, he only saw the back of a girl in a British school uniform and a silk straight hair shawl walking away gracefully.

…

"God of Study, do you think I should return this card to Sheng Yuan tomorrow? It's too valuable."

After Zhang Wenqiang finished speaking, he realized what he had said. He was so bold that he actually dared to chat with the academic genius like this.

He took a deep breath, raised his head and glanced at the young man secretly, only to find that while he was talking, the young man was not listening at all. His profile was extremely cold and he didn't care about things that had nothing to do with him at all. He was doing his homework.

Zhang Wenqiang patted his chest and quickly turned around to share with his deskmate what an "amazing" thing he had just done.

Because of this, he didn't find out—

After he turned his head, the pen in the hand of the person behind him stopped, and he didn't continue writing the half-finished question for a long time.

the next day.

Zhang Wenqiang was waiting impatiently. When he saw Sheng Yuan walking into the classroom, he stood up from the stool.

"Student Sheng Yuan," he handed over the recharge card with both hands, and said in a very serious manner, "Please take this card back. It's too valuable. I can't take it."

Sheng Yuan took the time to look away from the phone screen, glanced at the card, didn't answer it, then looked back at the phone, "It's nothing, just play with it."

"But I can't play with so much money by myself."

"Then, send friends and family."

The girl said casually and nonchalantly as she put her bag on the table. This was a signal that she was going to sleep, and sure enough, after she finished speaking, she laid down on the table.

She didn't notice. No, it's more accurate to say that she didn't notice at all.

She let her fine-textured hair flow from her back to her arms and onto the desk. Then a few strands of hair crossed the gap between the two desks and, at a certain moment, fell into the boy's hands.

The back of your hand feels instantly cool and soft, with a light fruity scent.

Shi Yan's hand holding the book page froze, and his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the girl's slender neck.

…

After a few days of continuous rain, the temperature began to rise steadily, especially in the afternoon, it was extremely hot and humid.

It's class time.

The entire Qingfeng campus was quiet. The corridors were empty and the classrooms were so quiet that only the sounds of the ceiling fans and the teachers' lectures could be heard.

Several knocks on the door broke the silence——

"Teacher Huang, I'm sorry to interrupt you."

It’s the class teacher Li Yinghui.

Teacher Huang nodded good-naturedly.

Li Yinghui did not come in, but looked towards the end of the classroom, and raised her voice slightly: "Shi Yan, come out for a moment."

Everyone turned their eyes back and watched the young man put down the pen in his hand, push away the chair and stand up.

Li Yinghui was waiting at the door, followed by a middle-aged man. When Yan Qingyue saw the man clearly, a surprised expression appeared on her pretty face, "Dad?"

Yan Chengye groaned, not knowing what had happened. He looked very solemn and a little anxious, and quickly said, "Qingyue, study hard at school. Dad has something to ask Xiaoyan."

After saying that, he left with Shi Yan as if in a hurry.

"Okay, everyone, let's go back to the topic we just talked about." Teacher Huang clapped his hands, bringing the students' distracted thoughts back to their original state.

Sheng Yuan was awakened by the noise.

She climbed up from the desk, moved her arms which were numb from being pressed down, turned her head with sleepy eyes, and saw the empty seat next to her.