Chapter 47 Talk to him, can the two of you really reach a conclusion?
For a moment, Chen Yu wondered if he had misheard.
Zhou Yanchuan is someone who never cares about anything. It's not that he doesn't care, but he's too arrogant, so arrogant that he doesn't care about anything.
Therefore, it's difficult for anything to affect his mood.
Such gossip is even less likely.
But anyone could hear the emotion in that last sentence.
Chen Yu sensed something was amiss and narrowed his eyes: "Why aren't you getting together?"
His response was the screeching sound of the chair rubbing against the floor.
Seeing the person suddenly stand up, before he could ask, the teacher on the podium spoke up: "Zhou Yanchuan, where are you going?"
Wen Jiu had just walked to the window when she heard the teacher call out "Zhou Yanchuan" and stopped in her tracks.
The tall, imposing figure appeared in my slightly shifted gaze.
She clutched the book tightly in her arms, wanting to quicken her pace and run, but as soon as she reached the back door, she bumped into the person coming out.
She lowered her head, trying to pretend she couldn't see, but unexpectedly, Zhou Yanchuan stretched out his leg to block her view.
At the same time, he took a step forward, turned around, and faced her directly, using his body to block her against the wall next to the door.
All of this happened in an instant. The moment her view was suddenly blocked, Wen Jiu's heart was thrown into turmoil.
She didn't expect him to do this so suddenly.
And in such a public setting.
They could be seen by any student who peeked out of the window.
Moreover, this was the first time Zhou Yanchuan had shown her the same domineering and intimidating demeanor he displayed in front of outsiders.
Zhou Yanchuan looked down and saw that soft, pitiful gaze.
He could sense the girl's nervousness; she swallowed softly, and her hands unconsciously tightened around the book.
"If you don't want people to find out we know each other," he lowered his head, his voice deliberately gentle yet forceful, "just answer my questions, don't hide."
A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy should have a touch of youthful naiveté.
However, Zhou Yanchuan had already accumulated real power and the aura of a superior that emanated from his very bones.
He didn't need to do anything deliberately; just by standing there, the surrounding air seemed to automatically become a bit heavier.
Moreover, there is deliberate oppression at this moment.
Wen Jiu unconsciously tapped the soft flesh inside her lip with her teeth, her voice soft: "What do you want to ask?"
"You like Song Xingran?"
There was no preamble, no probing; it was so straightforward it was astonishing.
Wen Jiu was momentarily dazed, her eyes glazed over.
Does she like Song Xingran?
Seeing the girl in front of him remain silent, Zhou Yanchuan's eyes were filled with concern that he himself did not realize.
Silence means consent.
He took another step forward without making a sound. "Wen Xiaojiu, have you thought about this?"
"What?" Wen Jiu hadn't come to her senses yet, and naturally didn't notice the change in the boy's emotions.
He chuckled softly, "Do you think you two can really reach a conclusion by talking to him?"
Even without realizing it, Wen Jiu's first reaction upon hearing this was: Who do you think you are?
Moreover, she gestured with her lip, "You explained it as clearly as I did."
"yes."
As if he hadn't grasped the bitterness in her tone, he replied frankly and arrogantly, his voice full of youthful wildness, "I understand."
Upon hearing this, Wen Jiu suddenly thought of his countless ex-girlfriends and felt a lump in his throat.
"You think everyone is as gifted in this area as you are?"
The little girl's tone was overflowing with sarcasm, as if she wanted to single out and emphasize the phrase "exceptionally gifted."
Zhou Yanchuan wasn't annoyed; in fact, he found her scolding rather satisfying. She'd probably heard the rumors circulating at school and was concerned about them.
He curved his lips into a slight smile, his tone unconsciously softening, as if he were trying to coax someone.
"I'm not exceptionally talented, and I'm not trying to brag to you."
"Then why are you telling me all this?"
"Didn't you hear it?" he asked.
With her tone suddenly softening, Wen Jiu finally realized that something was wrong.
She was so nervous that she overlooked the strange things Zhou Yanchuan had said since he stopped her.
However, once she realized it, her mind became even more confused.
What does that mean? What did he mean by saying those things? Why did he suddenly stop her and say those things to her?
Zhou Yanchuan didn't let her guess.
He said she was stupid.
He even said, "Didn't you realize I was trying to sell you something?"
“Sales pitch,” Wen Jiu murmured, her fingertips unconsciously picking at the book cover until it was almost torn to shreds, before finally raising her eyes.
Even though the suspicions in her mind had become as intricate as vines and she already had an answer, she still couldn't help but want to confirm them, because she was afraid that she was just overthinking things.
What are you selling?
Just as Zhou Yanchuan was about to speak, he heard a voice from the podium: "Chen Yu, you think I can't see you just because you're squatting down? Go back to your seat!"
Zheng Liyin looked at the person who, if she didn't say anything, would sneak away, but if she did, would suddenly run out: "Hey, I said you didn't."
Chen Yu burst out the back door, his face practically screaming: Gossip, here I come!
only……
Looking at the corridor where there was no one else but Zhou Yanchuan, he felt like a deflated tire that had suddenly gone flat.
Where are they?
"What?"
Are you alone?
"Otherwise what?"
"Don't tell me you suddenly skipped class just to stand in the hallway."
"Is that not allowed?"
"..."
*
Wen Jiu stood at the top of the stairs, her arms so weak she could barely hold the books in her arms.
Her mind was filled with the words Zhou Yanchuan had whispered in her ear before she ran away—
"Me?"
*
"Aaaaaaah! Desk mate! Did he really say that?"
Lin Meng was almost going crazy with excitement.
Before school ended, she noticed that the girl hadn't taken her most frequently used pen from her desk. Worried that the girl might not be able to handle the test, she thought of returning it to her.
Unexpectedly, upon arrival, I heard such explosive news.
Wen Jiu looked at the girl and nodded: "Mm."
"Oh my god," Lin Meng really couldn't help but want to scream. She patted and pinched her face lightly. "Classmate, you need to let me catch my breath first."
Wen Jiu looked at the girl sitting in the chair, muttering, "Lin Mengmeng, don't get too excited, calm down, calm down," and found her adorable. The sense of helplessness in her heart subsided a little.
“OK,” Lin Meng finally calmed down, but all her mental preparation went to waste as soon as she opened her mouth, “Then doesn’t that mean he’s interested in you!”
"I have no idea."
"How could I not know? She must be interested in you too! Otherwise, why would she say things like that to sell herself to you?"
Lin Meng's heart started pounding as soon as she got to this point.
She never imagined that Zhou Yanchuan, who was so aloof in public, would say such a thing.
How alluring that look must be!
Lin Meng blushed deeply as she thought about it: "Did you answer him?"
"without."
Forget about answering, Wen Jiu was so embarrassed she could barely stand.
Has he sent you anything yet?
"I have no idea."
"How could I not know?"
"I ran too fast and my phone fell to the ground and broke."
Lin Meng was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "My silly deskmate."
*
Lying in bed that night, Wen Jiu kept hearing the girl's parting words: "It's over, someone can't escape now."
She turned over and buried her face in the pillow.
My heart is beating so fast.
The next day, early morning.
Before dawn, a sneaky little figure appeared in the corridor, running from one door to another, carrying a dog cage in his hand.
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