Chapter 30
Early in the morning, two people sat facing each other, one with their battery fully charged and the other with their battery clearly low.
Mu Zhengxi had already finished one bowl of soy milk and was drinking his second, while Jiang Jiawei's level remained unchanged. The emperor wasn't worried, but the eunuch was. "Hurry up and drink, or you'll be late."
Jiang Jiawei yawned and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, it's just a matter of signing in with the class monitor anyway."
Speaking of this class monitor, Mu Zhengxi met him in person at the school sports meet. He was clearly the type who was a friend to women. Jiang Jiawei rarely interacted with him except for class matters. Zhang Chao didn't know where he heard the rumors, but they were obviously wrong.
Jiang Jiawei wore her hair in a bun today, and faithfully used the hair tie he bought. The orange hair tie wrapped around her black hair, like a sunflower.
"Not bad," Mu Zhengxi nodded in satisfaction.
"dad."
"Eh."
"I don't want to drink this soy milk anymore, it's too hot."
"How about I heat up some milk for you to take to school?"
"good."
"Does Jung-hee drink milk?"
"want!"
"good."
Mu Zhengxi picked up an egg. "Do you want an egg? I'll peel it for you."
Jiang Jiawei nodded, seemingly still half asleep, her expression blank.
Mu Zhengxi's nails were neatly trimmed, with no white edges. He peeled eggs by picking at them, leaving egg white stuck to the shell.
"How stupid."
Jiang Jiawei crossed her arms, shook her head, and clicked her tongue. She reached for an egg, tapped it on the table, rolled it forward once, and then tore open the broken shell in the middle, revealing a smooth, intact egg white in just a few moments.
Mu Zhengxi glanced at it and blamed, "It's because the eggshell is stuck on too tightly!"
Jiang Jiawei took the pitiful egg from his hand, tapped it on the table, and proved it with her strength.
Mu Zhengxi opened his mouth and then closed it again, before forcefully uttering, "I can peel eggs."
"If you don't know how, wouldn't you be an idiot?"
Jiang Jiawei quickly stuffed the half-damaged artwork into her mouth, stood up, and took the milk that Jiang Weichao had warmed for her. "Dad, I'm going to school."
"good."
Mu Zhengxi followed closely behind, calling out, "Dad—"
Oh no, what dad? Hey, it's dad, no, what?
Jiang Weichao couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Mu Zhengxi blush because he had called him by the wrong name. He handed him the milk and said, "Here you go, little one. You should go to school too."
Mu Zhengxi said awkwardly, "Goodbye, Uncle."
"Watch where you're going before you cross the street."
"Okay~"
"Jung-hee".
I ran into Zhang Chao at the school gate.
Good morning.
"Let's play ball later."
"OK."
"Class monitor, have you finished your English reading comprehension? I can borrow your work to copy later."
"Didn't you say you were going to study hard?"
"Tomorrow, starting tomorrow."
Mu Zhengxi's lips twitched.
Zhang Chao said, "I forgot it was due today, and now it's too late."
"You can go and write it in a bit."
"I had a match this morning, didn't you forget?"
"What competition?"
Zhang Chao said resentfully, "...The hurdles, wasn't that something you wrote for me?"
Jiang Jiawei burst out laughing, remembering this incident. Back then, she and a few other class committee members were discussing who should participate in the event that wasn't full. Hurdles were always the place that generated the most laughs every year, and since no boys wanted to go, Jiang Jiawei took it upon herself to write Zhang Chao's name on the list.
The morning grumpiness vanished, and Jiang Jiawei said in a good mood, "Then you can go to the classroom and get it yourself later. It's in my English book. Please hand it in for me too."
"Look at you, look at you." Zhang Chao grabbed Mu Zhengxi's shoulder and whispered, "Don't be fooled by our class monitor's appearance."
Mu Zhengxi frowned in thought.
What are the chances of transferring to Class 22 of the Senior 3 program at Changqing No. 3 Middle School?
The answer is negative 100%.
unlucky.
Seeing the person next to him turn pale, Zhang Chao tried to smooth things over, saying, "Occasionally, occasionally, but most of the time our class representative is still a troublemaker. Ugh, slip of the tongue, good guy, good guy!"
"Zhang Chao."
"Eh."
Jiang Jiawei handed him a bag of breakfast. Xu Yue, who appeared out of nowhere, took Jiang Jiawei's arm. The girl lowered her head and pretended to look away.
Mu Zhengxi glanced at the smug, smiling face beside him, and scoffed. So what? He and Jiang Jiawei had breakfast together this morning, openly and honestly.
"Is that the same thing? How can they be the same?" Zhang Chao retorted. "So you like our class monitor? Does our class monitor like you? Maybe he really sees you as a younger brother!"
Holy crap!
Mu Zhengxi was furious and didn't know which one to refute first: that he didn't like Jiang Jiawei, that Jiang Jiawei didn't like him, or that he wasn't Jiang Jiawei's brother at all. All of them were infuriating.
Glug glug glug.
I started having a headache, a lingering effect of a cold.
One thing he noticed was that the wicked Urassou hadn't given up on his plan to poison him.
Lava splashed everywhere, crackling and popping.
"Jung-hee".
"ah?"
"Here, have one."
Jiang Jiawei, holding a bag of lollipops, tossed him a cola milk flavored one.
"Should I be the first one?"
He didn't know why he had blurted out such an obviously idiotic question. Jiang Jiawei carefully switched the lollipop in his mouth, smiled with his eyes crinkling, and tried to ingratiate himself, but it was clearly not the case. However, he could accept being ranked after Jiang Jiawei.
"Jung-hee, have a plate."
A classmate called out to him.
"Come on, who's afraid of who?"
After yesterday, Mu Zhengxi has officially become an unofficial member of their Class 22. Although his identity is that of Jiang Jiawei's cousin, which is quite annoying, there is one advantage: he will not be suspected of having a puppy love, and he will not have to deal with those rumors.
"Class monitor, your hair tie is so pretty, where did you buy it?"
"Where did you buy it?" Jiang Jiawei's smile froze slightly. "I forgot, I bought it a long time ago."
She looked at Mu Zhengxi's back.
But just then, she turned around and met Mu Zhengxi's gaze. She slowly raised the lollipop in her hand and asked him, "Would you like the grape flavor?"
Under the sun, Jiang Jiawei became a robot following instructions. Her face was flushed red from the sun, making her look even more dull and a little silly.
Mu Zhengxi opened his palm and bent one finger to indicate to her.
The lollipop landed in his palm in a beautiful parabolic arc, which he proudly showed to Jiang Jiawei.
"Jung-hee, it's your turn."
"oh."
Jiang Jiawei picked up a bottle of mineral water. This lollipop is way too sweet!
Zhang Chao's 100-meter hurdles race was about to begin. He forbade everyone to watch and cheer. Everyone agreed on the surface, but when the broadcast announced that the race was about to start, the entire base camp was empty, and the students from Class 12 crowded around the edge of the playground.
I don't know who started it, but someone shouted "Zhang Chao is the class heartthrob."
Standing at the starting line, Zhang Chao raised his hand and gave Zhang Chao the middle finger in return.
He only crammed for the hurdles a few days before the competition, having his PE teacher teach him a little bit. Zhang Chao had already decided that if it really didn't work out, he would just use his hurdles to hurdle, which would be better than making a fool of himself and risking falling, thus ruining his heroic image.
"Zhang Chao, I love you!!!!"
"Zhang Chaogao, the most handsome boy in Class 22!!!"
"Zhang Chao, you're the coolest!!!"
"Zhang Chao, fly bravely!! Dad will always be with you!!"
Damn these dead men.
Zhang Chao unleashed a torrent of vulgar insults at Zhang Chao's face.
Jiang Jiawei and Mu Zhengxi were standing very close to the starting point, so they could see everything clearly.
Jiang Jiawei: "Don't look at me."
Mu Zhengxi: "Who's looking at you?"
Jiang Jiawei pressed her aching stomach, "My stomach hurts so much, I can't take it anymore."
"Turn your head away."
"You're the one who should turn around."
Mu Zhengxi, taking advantage of his height, reached out and pressed his palm against Jiang Jiawei's head, manually turning her head.
Bang.
The starting gun fired.
"Go Zhang Chao!!!"
"Zhang Chao!!!!"
Zhang Chao, who had originally planned to go all out, lost control of his body. A barrage of chaotic cheers and shouts of encouragement flooded his ears, causing his adrenaline to surge and his mind to become overheated and unclear.
grass.
That fall must have hurt way too much!
This is terrible; it's going to be a laughing stock and a disgrace for the whole year.
"Zhang Chao, Zhang Chao!!"
"Are you alright?!"
"Zhang Chao."
"Chao, how is he?"
"Can you still stand?"
"Brothers and sisters, help me cover up! Damn, this is so embarrassing!"
Jiang Jiawei quickly pulled Mu Zhengxi to an empty seat, covering him completely.
"How many people fell? I can't be the only one, can I?"
"Two or three."
"It's okay, you only fell after you cleared three hurdles."
Jiang Jiawei comforted him, "Your posture is still very cool, don't worry."
Mu Zhengxi opened his mouth slightly and glanced at Jiang Jiawei, who remained expressionless.
Jiang Jiawei said earnestly, "You are the pride of our class."
"Damn it! Class monitor, stop messing with me."
"real."
The others, suppressing their laughter, replied, "Yes."
"Chao, the class heartthrob."
"Incredibly handsome."
"That pose was absolutely amazing, I'm instantly a fan of yours, bro."
"She has a lot of her father's style."
"Get out of here, you bunch of people, stop disgusting me."
Hahahaha.
The teachers on the field came over to check on the situation.
"Are you alright?"
The person who was grimacing just a second ago instantly changed their expression to, "It's nothing, it's just a scrape." They acted like they could do a 300-meter hurdles race.
Everyone, please refrain from laughing and saying nothing. The child is still young, and we need to save face.
"Okay, take him to the side to rest for a bit and treat his wounds."
"Okay, teacher."
Mu Zhengxi stepped forward, draped Zhang Chao's arm over his shoulder, and easily lifted him up.
"Brother, I don't want to get your white shirt dirty."
"If it gets dirty, just wash it. What's the big deal?"
"Haha, okay, let my mom wash you."
They moved to the open space next to the competition area.
Zhang Chao had some abrasions on his calves and palms, with beads of blood seeping out. Mu Zhengxi stood up and gave his seat to the classmate who had brought emergency medicine. Jiang Jiawei, who was behind him, was almost knocked over by his back. Fortunately, he caught her in time and then pulled her out.
Are you alright?
"It's nothing, he just got a minor scrape."
"Are your bones not injured?"
Mu Zhengxi found Jiang Jiawei's exaggeration hilarious, "How could your bones be injured? You just fell, it's not serious."
Jiang Jiawei peeked out to look, but was grabbed by the back and pulled back.
"It's bleeding."
Jiang Jiawei's expression immediately turned to self-reproach, "If I had known, I wouldn't have filled in his name back then. If no one had participated, it would have been fine."
It was originally filled out half-jokingly, and if Zhang Chao really didn't want it, he couldn't be forced. But who knew that he wasn't angry at the time, and actually agreed, only saying that it wasn't his fault if he didn't get a ranking.
"Jiang Jiawei, what are you doing?" Mu Zhengxi didn't expect her to feel guilty. He looked down at her and said, "I said the bleeding was just a scrape or abrasion with beads of blood. It's normal for boys to get hurt. Besides, this isn't even a big injury."
Jiang Jiawei looked up, her face, which was almost stared through by Mu Zhengxi, looking a little embarrassed.
Mu Zhengxi, whose eyes were not red and whose pupils were a normal, clear, and clean color, was pushed away while he was carefully examining the details.
Zhang Chao's wound had been bandaged. Xu Yue mingled among the students in his class and gently pulled down his rolled-up trouser leg.
Zhang Chao grinned and said, "Oh, it's nothing, just a scrape. It's not a big deal."
Mu Zhengxi, with his hands in his pockets, snorted and said, "See? He turned misfortune into a blessing."
Jiang Jiawei laughed and lightly nudged his stomach with her elbow, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
“That’s true.” Mu Zhengxi recalled, “When I broke my finger, I was still on the court and didn’t dare to leave. Back then, not many people were around looking at my wound.”
"If you don't say it yourself, how will others know what to think?"
"How can I say something so embarrassing?"
"How is it shameful?"
Mu Zhengxi turned his head and saw Jiang Jiawei, whose expression changed in an instant. His previous righteous indignation was instantly extinguished, and he spoke in a low voice, "You... seem very weak."
“Being injured doesn’t make you weak at all. Being injured is just being injured.” Jiang Jiawei crossed her arms and lectured Mu Zhengxi like an adult, leaving him speechless.
Mu Zhengxi pondered the sentence carefully, tilted his head, and asked, "Jiang Jiawei, if I get hurt, will you be very worried about me?"
"Of course I can, why wouldn't I?"
"Why?"
Jiang Jiawei countered, "Aren't we friends?"
"We're more than just friends!" Mu Zhengxi blurted out in a moment of panic, then felt guilty and stammered, "We...we're good friends."
Jiang Jiawei responded to his statement with a bright and open smile, seemingly tacitly affirming his answer.
Good friend... my ass!
Tsk, this kind of unpredictable foresight really tests a person's mentality; being a spy is really tough.
As the earth's crust moved, Mu Zhengxi felt his heart being pitifully squeezed again.
"Jiang Jiawei, do you feel like there's an earthquake?"
Where?
"No?"
"No."
"No?"
Jiang Jiawei glanced around the playground. Everyone was doing their activities normally, and there was nothing unusual. She said confidently, "No."
Mu Zhengxi lowered his head and muttered to himself again, "Really not?"
"Jiang Jiawei, have I had a relapse?"
The person bent down slightly, closed their eyes, and brought their face close to hers.
In the sunlight, her eyelashes looked as if they were coated with gold dust, and they kept falling down in a soft rustling sound.
Jiang Jiawei turned her head and walked forward, saying, "There was no recurrence of the fever."
"Really not???"
"real."
"Then why do I feel so hot?"
Mu Zhengxi followed closely behind.
"Go back and drink some water."
"I really think I have a fever."
"Then go take your medicine."
"I ate this morning."
"Eat it again."
"Jiang Jiawei, do you want me dead?"
"Ha ha."
"You wicked witch."
"So you're Snow White?"
"More like a prince."
"It doesn't look like it."
"Why doesn't it look like it?"
...
When Zhang Chao returned to headquarters, he was completely energetic and put on a show, saying, "Committee member, I have truly failed to live up to your expectations of me."
Xu Wei: "Hahahaha, then kneel down."
Sports Commissioner: "And what about your father, me? Why don't you mention that?"
Squad leader: "What about me? Zhang Chao?"
So a bunch of people started watching the show, eager to stir things up, and started making a fuss.
Zhang Chao, as the injured student, received the sympathy of the entire class, which lasted for less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
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