Chapter 12 Campus Goddess White Moonlight 12 Locker Room
Almost a week had passed since the incident, and Bi Shiwen felt a little melancholy as he looked at Wen Qianning's back while she was studying seriously.
Should she tell Wen Qianning about her humiliation of Ji Hanlin? But she couldn't figure out what Ji Hanlin meant when he said "I shouldn't have any expectations of her." Why...why would he have any expectations of Wen Qianning?
The bell rang, and Wen Qianning quickly packed up her things and was about to leave. Bi Shiwen hesitated for a moment, then stopped her and said, "Ningning, I have something to tell you."
"What's wrong?" Wen Qianning looked down at the time on his phone, a little absentminded. "Is it something urgent?"
"Not really..." Bi Shiwen choked. She could tell Wen Qianning seemed to be busy with something else, so she gave up the idea of telling her what Ji Hanlin had said. "Are you in a hurry to do something? You can go first. It's nothing serious."
"Yeah." She nodded, with a hint of helplessness in her tone, "My parents have been asking Yan Jiayue to invite me to dinner recently, and I'm going out to dinner with him later."
On the other side, after the school bell rang, Yan Jiayue quickly packed up his things. He put one hand in his pocket, and with the other hand dangling a cup of coffee, he slowly walked down the stairs.
Today, Yan Jiayue wore her school uniform jacket in a rare incident, but the collar of her shirt was still left two buttons open, giving her a somewhat casual look.
"Mr. Yan, are you still going to play ball later?" His classmate caught up with him and patted him on the shoulder.
"No, I have to go for something." Yan Jiayue replied casually, his eyes never leaving the phone screen. He was going to have dinner with Ningning later, and the restaurant had already been booked.
His thoughts were wandering when he turned a corner in the corridor and bumped into someone without paying attention. "Ah——" the girl he bumped into screamed in shock.
The coffee cup was not tightly covered, and at the moment of collision, the cup was knocked crooked, and the liquid inside instantly spilled out, almost all of it spilling onto the other person's school uniform, wetting a large area.
The snow-white uniform shirt was soaked, and the entire area from the collar to the abdomen was wet. The white fabric stuck to the body, revealing a faint outline.
Lin Weixi stood there, looking down at her own disheveled appearance, her brows furrowed slightly.
"Shit." Yan Jiayue was also stunned for a moment, but she reacted quickly and immediately threw the empty cup in her hand into the nearest trash can. "Sorry."
He quickly took off the coat that was draped over his shoulders and wrapped it around her.
"You...?" Lin Weixi subconsciously wanted to refuse.
"I'm so sorry, I was looking at my phone and didn't notice you." He scratched his head sheepishly and apologized, "I'm sorry, classmate, I got your clothes wet."
Lin Weixi was stunned. She looked down and saw that the color of her wet clothes had darkened. She was a little at a loss. She quickly folded her arms, hunched her shoulders and took a step back.
Seeing this, Yan Jiayue sighed, thinking that he had to bear the consequences of his own actions, and then took out his cell phone to make a call.
"Hello, it's me. I'm here to deliver a set of our school girls' uniforms to the locker room. Yes, right now, hurry up. Size..." He subconsciously glanced at Lin Weixi, his tone a little hesitant, "...size M, don't send it to the wrong size."
Lin Weixi raised her eyes slightly, with a look of alertness in her eyes: "What are you doing?"
"I spilled a drink on you, so of course I can't let you go home wet." Yan Jiayue raised an eyebrow, "Come with me to the locker room to change clothes first. I've asked someone to send a new set, and it will be delivered shortly."
"All right."
This is the only way. Lin Weixi was a little discouraged and felt that she was really unlucky today. She didn't want to go home in such wet clothes.
"That classmate...what's your name?" Yan Jiayue, who was following behind her, suddenly asked.
As if he thought his question was too abrupt, he quickly added, "I don't mean anything else. I just feel really sorry for causing you trouble."
"..." Lin Weixi turned around and glanced at him. The young man in front of her did look very sincere, and she couldn't help but feel a little relieved. "My name is Lin Weixi."
"Lin Weixi..." He nodded and whispered, "My name is Yan Jiayue, I'm really sorry."
"It's okay." She shook her head and said comfortingly, "I know you didn't mean it."
This person's apology was sincere and genuine, and he even wanted to take her to change her wet clothes. Even though Lin Weixi was a little angry at first, thinking that the person was walking without looking at the road, now that anger has disappeared without a trace, and instead she thought to herself that he didn't need to feel so guilty.
Yan Jiayue walked in front and led Lin Weixi through the teaching building, only occasionally looking down at the message on her mobile phone and then quickly locking the screen.
Lin Weixi walked a few steps behind him, her white school uniform still stained with obvious traces of drink. Although she tried hard to wrap herself in Yan Jiayue's coat to cover the traces, she still felt uncomfortable.
"We'll be there soon." The young man in front of her suddenly spoke, just bringing her back from her distraction.
Lin Weixi said "hmm", lowered her head with a little shyness and followed.
The two of them turned the corner at the end of the corridor, and Yan Jiayue stopped in front of the innermost door. He took out a magnetic card from his trouser pocket and swiped it skillfully. The door lock responded with a "beep", and with a slight sound, the door was pushed open.
"Come in," he said.
Lin Weixi walked in cautiously, and as soon as she stepped through the door, she was startled by the scene in front of her.
This was completely different from the locker room they usually used for physical education classes, and could even be considered a lounge beyond student use. Inside the locker room, there were showers and washbasins, towels and disposable toiletries neatly arranged, and even a small dryer.
"The locker rooms in our school...are there any that are this high-end?" she couldn't help but ask.
"Yeah." Yan Jiayue walked to the side of the locker, leaned against the door and smiled, "The ordinary ones are in the main building. The ones here were previously used for the Arts and Sports Building, but later they were renovated and left unused."
He paused and added, "I can get in by swiping my card."
It turned out to be the privilege of a rich young master. Lin Weixi understood, nodded, and sighed silently in his heart.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Yan Jiayue went to open the door and saw a male classmate in school uniform.
"Mr. Yan, here are the clothes." The male classmate handed over the bag with a smile, and glanced sharply at Lin Weixi who was standing by the sink. There was a hint of meaningful ridicule in his eyes, "What's wrong with you? You've started asking people to deliver clothes to you at school? You're really making a big deal out of it."
Lin Weixi froze for a moment and subconsciously looked up at Yan Jiayue.
She wasn't very good at dealing with this kind of half-hearted teasing, especially since she was standing there wearing his coat, which could easily be misunderstood no matter how she looked at it.
Yan Jiayue frowned and said in a very serious tone: "Don't talk nonsense, I accidentally spilled the drink on her just now." The tone of her voice was particularly righteous and stern, as if she was afraid that others would misunderstand Lin Weixi, so she deliberately made it extra clear.
The male classmate snorted and handed the bag to Yan Jiayue: "This contains a complete set of new school uniforms, and towels and other things are also stuffed in it."
"Thanks." Yan Jiayue took it, "Okay, you can go now."
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving." The male student retreated to the door and added before leaving, "Mr. Yan, you're too gentlemanly. If it were someone else, they would have run away long ago."
The door closed and the corridor returned to silence.
The bag was handed to her. Lin Weixi took it and then looked down at the bag in her arms. There was indeed a brand new girls' school uniform and a towel inside.
The boy's meticulous and decisive approach to handling matters was completely inconsistent with his seemingly carefree demeanor. She couldn't help but whisper, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said, smiling. "If you accidentally bump into someone, you're responsible."
Lin Weixi paused, raised her head and looked at him seriously, her mood was a little complicated.
It's not like I haven't heard rumors about Yan Jiayue before: he's a big name on campus, the young master of the Yan family, and that strikingly handsome face that could easily turn anyone's head. And... he seems to have a close relationship with Wen Qianning. In short, there are so many rumors about them at school, which makes him sound like a bad student.
She was originally very wary of this young master, but now, seeing him take responsibility cleanly and neatly and clarify things for her without any ambiguity, all those bad impressions of her were shattered.
"I'm going to take a shower." Lin Weixi said.
Yan Jiayue didn't say anything else, just moved aside.
Lin Weixi pushed open the shower door and closed it. A moment later, the sound of water could be heard, washing away the mess on her body.
When she came out of the shower, she was dressed in a clean school uniform, her hair half-dried, and she looked much fresher than before. The clothes were the perfect size, the color was white, and the collar was crisp. She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the hem of her clothes, her eyes fixed on the figure leaning against the wall at the door.
Yan Jiayue was still standing there, fiddling with his phone with his head down, sighing in his heart. After such a delay, he still had to send Lin Weixi home later, and it would probably be very late. He was afraid that he would have to break Ningning's appointment tonight.
So he opened Wen Qianning's chat interface, sent her messages frantically to apologize, and asked her to eat first, and to keep all the food in his hands, and he would ask her to apologize to him again another day.
However, Wen Qianning ignored him and seemed to be really angry. Yan Jiayue smiled helplessly. In his eyes, Wen Qianning had always been the spoiled little sister next door who had grown up with him.
Hearing the footsteps of Lin Weixi coming out, he suppressed his smile, put away his phone, raised his head and looked at her, raised his eyebrows: "The clothes fit well."
Lin Weixi pursed her lips and smiled, and said gently, "Thank you."
"Didn't I say you're welcome?" Yan Jiayue shrugged. "Well, it's getting late. Classmate Lin, let me take you home."
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