Chapter 59 But Xiao Jiu, I really want to be able to talk to you at school too.
Walking home from school that evening, Wen Jiu kept thinking about what would happen if the school found out that the scarf was a gift from her.
Until Zhou Yanchuan's voice rang in my ears.
"You really don't want anyone to know we know each other?"
That's the downside of growing up together; if you want to hide something, it's very difficult to keep it a secret.
But she could also tell from his voice that Zhou Yanchuan was in a very low mood.
Wen Jiu didn't look at him, but just wanted to say that of course she wanted everyone to know.
He was just afraid that once people found out they knew each other, their attention would shift from him to her.
At that time, the things she was hiding might not be able to be kept secret anymore.
Just like Cheng Ran during military training, pointing at her and saying, "Do you know that she was..."
What did her dad do to her?
She was beaten, abused, and some even spread rumors that her father had sold her to men to make money because of the bruises on her knees.
How would people at school view her back then? With pity? Pity? Or ridicule?
As for what those people will say about Zhou Yanchuan, who grew up with him—
How did you end up having a relationship with a girl like that?
Stop playing with her.
Do you know how disgusting she is?
...
Wen Jiu's concerns were not unfounded; they stemmed from real experiences she had during junior high school.
Everyone knows Zhou Yanchuan likes to fight.
But every time he got into a fight, it was because those people said those disgusting things to her.
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The alley was quiet. Zhou Yanchuan looked at the girl who had stopped talking after he asked her question, feeling a fire burning in his chest but nowhere to vent it.
Until that gentle voice rang out.
"Zhou Yanchuan."
"Don't be angry."
Zhou Yanchuan lowered his eyes and looked at that obedient and innocent face, remaining silent for a few seconds as if he were making some kind of compromise.
"OK."
Wen Jiu was taken aback, surprised by his easygoing nature.
Just as she was about to walk forward, she heard his voice again.
"But Xiao Jiu."
She stopped in her tracks.
He stated his thoughts in a low voice.
"I really want it."
I really want to be able to talk to you at school too.
Wen Jiu didn't speak, but her nose kept stinging.
She has wondered more than once how long it would take to get rid of the influence of her family of origin.
One year, two years, or a lifetime.
*
The dull thud of the basketball hitting the backboard drowned out the whispers of the girls on the sidelines.
Chen Yu nudged the person next to him: "You've been talking again?"
Zhou Yanchuan was standing outside the three-point line, sunlight streaming into his eyes. He remained expressionless, not saying a word, but simply raising his hand.
The moment the wire spun through the net, a detached voice followed, "It would have been better if we had talked."
"Um?"
Chen Yu didn't react at first, but only realized what he had said after watching the person who had thrown the ball lift his foot and walk away.
"Holy crap! What does that mean?"
*
Zhou Yanchuan was annoyed by the people who had been following him and asking him questions the whole way. Just as he was about to kick them, he heard footsteps coming from above the stairs, as if they were running somewhere. Then someone said:
"That can't be right."
"Really, someone saw it."
"They can't tell at all."
"Even good students can't resist Zhou Yanchuan?"
"No, Wen Jiu, why did you choose Zhou Yanchuan? He's such a jerk."
...
"Xiao Chuan, it sounds like you're being talked about," Chen Yu said, confused. "But why is the class monitor involved?"
Zhou Yanchuan frowned slightly, and his pace quickened unconsciously.
As soon as Chen Yu reached the fourth-floor stairwell, he was stunned by what he saw.
"Wow! There are so many people!"
*
Ten minutes ago.
While a few girls were chatting together, someone suddenly said, "I remember Xiao Jiu's scarf was also red, wasn't it?"
Wen Jiu's back stiffened. Upon hearing this, the girls all looked at her.
Just as she was about to speak, Ning Yixue's voice rang out beside her.
"Are you all crazy? How could Xiao Jiu possibly give Zhou Yanchuan a scarf?"
"yes."
The group of people seemed to have a sudden realization.
"No one in the whole school would send a gift, and Xiao Jiu would never do it."
...
Wen Jiu gripped the pen tightly, but the pressure in her heart did not lessen in the slightest.
She was worried about being discovered, but she also felt guilty for hiding it from her classmates who genuinely cared for her.
Just then, a rustling sound suddenly came from the back row.
At first, the voice was very soft, but then someone exclaimed in shock, "No way!"
The whole class's attention was drawn to it.
Hearing the sound, Wen Jiu subconsciously turned around, only to unexpectedly meet several pairs of eyes.
Those gazes weren't simply looking at her; they contained scrutiny and examination.
Wen Jiu was slightly taken aback, and almost instantly realized that something had happened.
While she was in a daze, two girls pushed and shoved each other as they walked towards her.
The other students in the class also looked over.
The classroom, which was noisy just a minute ago, is now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Dozens of eyes were fixed on her.
“Class monitor,” one of the girls said.
Wen Jiu looked up at her.
The girl said, "We want to ask you something."
Wen Jiu looked at them, a hint of nervousness flashing in her eyes for the first time in front of strangers. She hesitated for two seconds before asking, "What?"
"Exactly," perhaps the two of them also found it absurd, even though they had already said they were asking about something, they still hesitated for a while before speaking, "was the scarf Zhou Yanchuan was wearing a gift from you?"
The moment she finished speaking, Wen Jiu noticed that the girls around her were visibly stunned.
Ning Yixue was even more surprised and asked directly, "Wen Qing, what are you asking?"
Wenqing also felt that her question was outrageous, but she turned to the person and explained, "It wasn't me who said it, it was someone who posted it anonymously on the confession wall."
"What did they send?" Ning Yixue was completely shocked, her mind was blank.
"I posted a photo that includes the class monitor and Zhou Yanchuan."
When Wen Jiu heard this, she was unusually slow to react. In just a few seconds, she was forced to accept that her secret, which she had kept for so long, had been discovered.
Her eyes were lowered, and her thick eyelashes trembled with unease and the scrutiny of those around her.
As she pondered how to respond, someone said, "Zhou Yanchuan is back."
His slender back stiffened noticeably.
The group of people in the classroom all looked towards the door upon hearing the sound.
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