Chapter 10 010 "Do you want to marry Yiyi?"...
Shen Yi: "..."
No wonder Jiang Yue had that expression; it turns out that Song Yang, the person involved, was right behind her at that moment.
But Shen Yi felt no guilt whatsoever.
Who did this first?!
Just as Shen Yi was about to tell Jiang Yue to "ignore him," she felt a force pulling her backward from her collar. Song Yang, barely suppressing a certain emotion, said, "Come here."
The two people were too close.
Shen Yi lost her balance and was pulled back by Song Yang, even falling directly into his arms.
Song Yang was extremely annoyed, but he still reached out to support Shen Yi, in a way that looked to outsiders as if he were holding her in his arms.
But Shen Yi was unaware of this.
Her gaze was completely drawn to the cake in Jiang Yue's hand, and she was extremely anxious, like an ant on a hot pan.
cake!
Don't take the delicious cake with you!
Shen Yi was furious: "Song Yang! Let go of me!"
Song Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Dream on."
He sounded even angrier than Shen Yi.
Having no other choice, Shen Yi could only look at Jiang Yue with pleading eyes.
Seeing Shen Yi's pitiful look, Jiang Yue didn't hesitate to speak up for her: "Song Yang, I have something I want to say to Shen Yi. Could you please let go first?"
Song Yang's gaze fell on Shen Yi's head, then on Jiang Yue's face.
A few seconds later.
He chose to let go, turned around and walked out, leaving Shen Yi with only the warning, "You just wait."
Shen Yi straightened his collar, mentally cursing Song Yang, that bastard.
first.
Song Yang told Jiang Yue about her affairs, but forbade her to tell Jiang Yue about his.
Secondly.
She told Song Yang to let go, but he completely ignored her. However, when Jiang Yue told him to let go, he obeyed!
Song Yang! Your name is synonymous with double standards!!!
Jiang Yue looked at Shen Yi with some concern and asked, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
Shen Yi answered, her gaze turning to Jiang Yue with mixed feelings, feeling it wasn't worth it for her: "Are you sure you really want to like someone like Song Yang?"
If Jiang Yue really likes Song Yang, then there's nothing that can be done; he's just lucky.
Shen Yi thought to herself that it wasn't impossible for her to play matchmaker and do a good deed to bring them together.
The next second.
But she saw Jiang Yue's terrified expression, and then she said something that almost scared Shen Yi to death.
"Chen Yi, how could you think like that? There must be some misunderstanding! I don't like Song Yang, I like you!"
In my heart, Shen Yi is kind and righteous. I came to No. 1 High School and stayed in Class B because of you.
All of this is because I want to be good friends with you, Shen Yi!
Shen Yi: "???"
Her?
Who does she think she is?
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Being confessed to repeatedly (not really) left Shen Yi feeling a little dizzy.
But when faced with Jiang Yue's sincere gaze, Shen Yi dared not pretend not to hear this time, and could only bite the bullet and utter a very confused "...Huh?"
Then, Jiang Yue talked about something she had already forgotten.
Three years ago, in winter.
Jiang Yue was an excellent student in another junior high school, but her scholarship was stolen by her classmates through other means.
She was very sad that day. At noon, she hid in the alley and cried alone, not daring to go home.
It was a sense of profound stillness that appeared.
Shen Yi, holding a string of candied hawthorns, skipped and hopped past the alley entrance. When he saw her, he stopped and asked her why she was crying.
Jiang Yue never imagined that one day she would open her heart to a stranger.
But that day, Shen Yi was also wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, her hair was tied into two buns, and she was holding a candied hawthorn and tilting her head, looking at her with a puzzled expression. She was so cute that she looked like she had stepped out of a fairy tale book, making it impossible for anyone to refuse to answer her questions.
And then.
Jiang Yue saw the little girl who looked like a porcelain doll, and angrily took her back to school, unleashing tremendous power.
Jiang Yue followed behind her, completely dumbfounded.
The director was initially extremely impatient with this unexpected student from another school, but he was speechless after the student pointed out many irregularities in the extra points applications submitted by other students, as well as loopholes in their school's scholarship selection process.
at last.
Jiang Yue looked at the director, who always had the worst attitude towards their students. Unable to deal with the girl in front of him, he could only promise that he would organize the teachers to re-select the scholarship recipients.
This was something Jiang Yue never dared to imagine.
How could students possibly disobey the school's arrangements? Even if they suffer injustice or unfair treatment, shouldn't they silently endure it?
The girl turned around, winked at her, and stuffed the candied hawthorn she hadn't had time to eat into her hand, saying, "This is for you too, don't cry. You too, you need to learn to stand up for yourself. You look so gentle and weak, like anyone could bully you."
She wanted to ask the girl's name so she could properly express her gratitude, but suddenly she heard hurried footsteps behind her.
A middle-aged man in a suit arrived, panting heavily. Upon seeing the girl in front of him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Miss Chen! So you're here!"
The girl waved her hand and said, "You've come at the right time. Have someone keep an eye on things and make sure their school's scholarships are distributed fairly and justly, so that no one will take advantage of me just because I'm a kid."
The man nodded repeatedly and immediately made a phone call to arrange it.
Jiang Yue quickly replied, "Thank you. What's your name?"
"Isn't it said that you should do good deeds anonymously?"
The girl muttered to herself, glancing around at her surroundings before offering an objective assessment: "Your school is so dilapidated."
Jiang Yue didn't know how to answer, because her school was the cheapest public middle school in terms of tuition and fees, so she chose it even though it was far from home.
The girl continued, "But your grades are really good. Hey, do you want to apply to our No. 1 High School? We offer a lot of scholarships there, and there are no limits on the number of places, so this kind of situation won't happen."
And then.
The women left under the urging of the middle-aged man, without saying another word.
It was a chance encounter.
Jiang Yue met the kind and righteous hero who saved her.
Shen Yi had been a prominent figure in school since junior high, and Jiang Yue easily identified her and remembered her name.
Shen Yi listened to the whole thing.
I was completely dumbfounded.
There was such an incident, and she had a vague recollection of it.
The junior high school students at No. 1 Middle School have a longer lunch break, and they also go home for lunch during that time.
She must have argued with Shen Yu that day, so she deliberately ran away at noon to queue up for a famous candied hawthorn on a food street that her classmates had mentioned was quite far away.
Then I met a girl and helped her out a little.
But this was just an interlude in Shen Yi's fearless life, and she really didn't remember much about that girl.
Even if Jiang Yue stood right in front of her, she wouldn't recognize her.
Seeing the conflicted, guilty, and embarrassed expression on Shen Yi's face, Jiang Yue felt even more excited and said, "You're the best person, Shen Yi, for not taking advantage of my kindness!"
Shen Yi: "..."
Actually, she just has a slight face blindness.
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I feel very confused.
But that's really how it is.
Lunchtime.
Seeing Shen Yi and Jiang Yue appear together in front of her, Meng Zihan raised an eyebrow in surprise at the rapid progress in their relationship.
Shen Yi quickly recounted what had happened that day, then blinked and looked at Meng Zihan.
Clearly, what Shenyi meant was: Can I believe what she says?
As the eldest daughter of the Shen family, Shen Yi has had her share of malicious people who have tried to get their hands on her under the guise of friendship.
So even though Shen Yi could chat with dogs on the street, the only true friend she acknowledged was Meng Zihan, and perhaps Song Yang as well.
Shen Yi knows he's not particularly smart, so he often seeks Meng Zihan's help in these situations, leaving the brain-related tasks to someone else.
But after hearing all this, Meng Zihan's dignified and gentle face revealed a look of surprise that was rarely seen on her: "...There is such a thing."
As Shen Yi nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, he thought to himself: Sure enough, this kind of thing sounds outrageous to anyone.
Jiang Yue seemed genuinely unable to understand why she had caused such a misunderstanding between the two people in front of her, and couldn't help but ask, "...Why do you both think I like Song Yang?"
Meng Zihan answered on Shen Yi's behalf: "I'm sorry, it's because you added Song Yang's contact information."
Shen Yi nodded in agreement: "If you really want to be friends with me, you should ask Mengmeng."
Jiang Yue answered somewhat embarrassedly, "Student Song seems... rather slow-witted."
Meng Zihan: "..."
Shen Yi: "..."
Indeed, they had no rebuttal.
If Jiang Yue had approached Meng Zihan, it would indeed have been impossible for her to so easily discover Shen Yi's preferences.
"etc."
Shen Yi still had a point of doubt: "Then why did you ask him to change your duty hours?"
Today was supposed to be Song Yang's turn to be on duty.
She specifically checked the duty roster. Jiang Yue's duty day was Friday, which was the most relaxed time of the week. Even if there was any work to be done, it could be left to the people on Monday.
Jiang Yue felt even more embarrassed: "Because it's your turn to be on duty tomorrow, and Song Yang doesn't like to take out the trash when he's on duty, and the class monitor has to go to a speech contest so he can't help you."
The trash cans in the classroom don't need to be emptied every day; the student on duty that day is responsible for emptying them whenever they are full.
So Jiang Yue wanted to switch times with Song Yang so that she could empty the trash can earlier and make things easier for Shen Yi tomorrow.
Shen Yi: "???"
Is it her turn to be on duty again tomorrow?
Is it true or false?
Didn't she just finish her shift? Why does she have to work again?!
Seeing Shen Yi's completely oblivious expression, Jiang Yue could only remind her, "Last month, you bribed the English class representative by helping with chores so that you could get a word less deducted from your dictation."
The English class representative was Jiang Yue's deskmate. She overheard it and silently remembered it.
Shen Yi: "!"
Oh, yes, that's true.
Everything makes sense now.
final.
Jiang Yue looked at them with a very sincere gaze and said, "I'm sorry, because of my personality, I didn't handle some things well, which caused you to misunderstand."
If Jiang Yue had known they would think such a distorted way, she would never have gone through all this trouble; she would have just come directly to Shen Yi and explained things clearly.
Shen Yi quickly shook his head.
No, no, no, the person who should apologize is definitely not Jiang Yue!
It's clear from any perspective that she was overthinking things, causing a misunderstanding and making others feel awkward.
Seeing Shen Yi's reaction, Jiang Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief and revealed a genuine smile, saying, "So, Shen Yi, can we be friends now?"
Shen Yi lowered his head, somewhat embarrassed.
Oh dear, this has caused quite a stir.
Now, Shenyi is told that the Jiang Yue she thought was so outstanding had been "admiring" her for many years, praising her like a superhero, and only ever having eyes for her, wanting to be her friend.
This feeling—
That's awesome!
After all that, Miss Shen's vanity was completely satisfied.
Who could resist such a delicate and beautiful girl praising them lavishly with starry eyes, and secretly regard them as her own hero?
Let bygones be bygones!
but--
Before speaking, Shen Yi looked at Meng Zihan.
This decision also depends on Meng Zihan's opinion.
After all, they are best friends, and even if new friends are to be added, Meng Zihan's opinion should be respected.
Meng Zihan was lost in thought for several seconds before realizing that Shen Yi had seen her. She quickly smiled, nodded gently, and gave Shen Yi a thumbs-up.
"Cough cough!"
Shen Yi coughed twice in an affected manner and looked at Jiang Yue: "Although I don't lack friends at all, I will reluctantly agree because you helped me get into No. 1 High School."
Jiang Yue's eyes lit up.
However, Shen Yi managed to grasp a key point.
She asked, "Then why did you come to No. 1 High School in your second year of high school?"
With Jiang Yue's grades, she should have been able to choose No. 1 Middle School after the high school entrance exam, so why did she stay in that annoying, lousy middle school for another year?
Jiang Yue was also taken aback, which was rare for her.
She began to think.
That's right.
Why was that?
Jiang Yue thought for a while and found it a little strange herself: "I don't know either, maybe... I'm just used to it."
He continued attending that middle school as usual.
Even though she really wanted to see Shen Yi sooner.
Shen Yi: "???"
What kind of answer is this? Jiang Yue has such good grades, is she really an idiot?
Just as the two of them were staring at each other, completely bewildered, Meng Zihan's gentle voice broke the slightly comical atmosphere: "Alright, let's not dwell on those unpleasant things. To celebrate clearing up the misunderstanding, I'll treat you to juice. Come on~"
Shen Yi immediately abandoned his thoughts, raised his hands, and cheered, "Yay!"
Seeing Jiang Yue still "shyly" standing there, Shen Yi immediately reached out to pull her and said, "Let's go!"
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School's out.
Watching Shen Yi walk out of the school with Meng Zihan on his left arm and Jiang Yue on his right, Shen Yu rubbed his eyes, afraid that he was hallucinating.
What's going on?
As soon as Shen Yi got into the car, Shen Yu looked at her suspiciously and asked, "You two have actually become good friends?"
Friends are normal, but Shen Yi has a very deceptively charming face.
But over the years, the only person Shen Yi has ever taken the initiative to link arms with is Meng Zihan.
Is friendship between girls really that strange?
He doesn't understand.
Shen Yi hummed a smug tune, not even bothering to glance at Shen Yu, and asked, "What kind of person am I in your heart?"
Shen Yu was very honest: "He has a bad temper, is willful, acts on impulse, has a short attention span, is stupid, loves to make trouble, is noisy, and does it every day..."
"Shut up." Shen Yi interrupted Shen Yu's self-criticism with a blank expression.
really.
Jiang Yue is cuter than Shen Yu.
Girls are the most beautiful creatures in the world. ^^
Thinking about Song Yang, who was unusually unilaterally engaging in a cold war with her starting today, her previously gloomy mood instantly soured.
Oh, I almost forgot about him.
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The Song family.
As always, Song Yang yawned as he got out of the car, threw his schoolbag on the sofa, and went upstairs.
As he passed the tea room on the second floor, his gaze fell on the pale yellow blanket on the sofa.
The blanket was almost a tangled ball, placed somewhat awkwardly on the gray sofa, and no one bothered to tidy it up.
Song Yang couldn't help but frown.
The male servant hurriedly stepped forward and said, "I'm sorry, young master, it was my oversight, I'll take care of it right away..."
"No need," Song Yang interrupted him, saying directly, "You go back first."
The male servant was surprised, but still said, "Young master, dinner hasn't been prepared yet. Would you like something to eat?"
"Need not."
Song Yang's expression grew increasingly impatient. He said, "There's food in the refrigerator. I'll heat it up myself. You can go back now. I want to be alone for a while."
"yes."
The male servant readily agreed. Although he didn't know why, being able to leave work early was always a good thing.
"Wait a moment."
Song Yang didn't know what had gotten into him, but he actually said, "Clean up the guest room closest to my room before you leave."
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confusion.
I don't know what I'm feeling, but all my frustration can only be released through gaming battles.
It was late at night.
After thoroughly defeating his enemy, Song Yang finally let go of the poor keyboard that had been subjected to his anger for no reason and closed the computer screen.
This is truly bizarre.
One day, he couldn't even continue playing games.
Song Yang got up to pour himself a glass of water, but for some reason, his gaze fell on the blanket he had brought into the room and then tossed onto the bed.
The pale yellow blanket with childish floral patterns looked completely out of place in his room.
That's true.
This is something inherently profound.
Shen Yi's mother and Song Yang's mother are good friends, and their families have maintained close ties over the years.
Song Yang and Shen Yi grew up together. Because they were the same age, under their mother's deliberate arrangement, they were classmates and even deskmates from elementary school onwards.
If we were to ask who occupied the most time in Song Yang's life, the answer would undoubtedly be Shen Yi.
Since Shen Yi visited the Song family so frequently, she didn't hesitate to prepare a copy of her favorite slippers, blankets, pajamas, etc., at the Song family's house, so that she wouldn't be uncomfortable if she suddenly came over and couldn't use them.
Her mother also liked the tranquility and even considered preparing a special room for her at home.
But Shen Yi was not happy, because each room in the Song family was decorated in a different style. Some were equipped with coffee machines and large floor-to-ceiling windows with a view, some were filled with dolls and comics that Song's mother had bought when she went shopping, and some were equipped with projectors and game consoles. They had everything, and Song's mother would change the "theme" from time to time.
Shen Yi found it amusing; each time he randomly pointed to a guest room, it was like drawing a lottery, and there was always a surprise when he opened the door.
The guest room closest to Song Yang's room was an ordinary room.
It's more like a study than a guest room.
Song's mother originally thought that the room was for her son to study, so that he could lie down and sleep when he got tired of studying. However, she never expected that he would not study at all.
Of course, that's not important.
Song Yang closed his eyes, feeling increasingly annoyed the more he thought about it.
He didn't want to think about anything related to Shen Yi anymore, so he decided to take a shower. Anyway, he hadn't slept during the day, so he might as well go to bed early tonight.
I'm still not used to this kind of normal, healthy routine.
Song Yang lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, yet his mind felt unusually clear.
curious coincidence.
My thoughts drifted back to an evening three years ago.
It seemed like just another ordinary dinner time.
His mother suddenly asked him, "Song Yang, do you want to marry Yi Yi? Like, marry her and be with her like your father and I are—"
The father choked on a mouthful of soup and stopped him, saying, "What are you saying to a child?"
"Shut up."
The mother stomped hard on the father's foot, then changed her expression to a gentle one, as if she were expecting to hear some answer from him.
Song Yang thought about it very seriously at that time.
Marry Shen Yi? Get married and live like his parents?
Many images flashed through his mind.
For example, Shen Yi has a bad temper when he wakes up, and I yell at him for no reason.
Shen Yi had no appetite and inexplicably yelled at him.
Shen Yi had no appetite, but he gained weight because he ate too many sweets, so he inexplicably yelled at him.
...
Is that the legendary hell?
Xiao Songyang was gripped by a deep fear of the future and shook his head earnestly.
don't want.
Absolutely not.
He didn't want to become a weak, pitiful, and lowly man like his father.
"Sigh...you child, well, don't regret it later."
Disappointment showed on the mother's face, and she slapped the father's shoulder to vent her anger. The father dared not say anything in anger.
At that time, Song Yang did not know what his mother's expression meant until a month later, when the Shen and Wen families made a marriage agreement.
From then on.
On every important occasion, Wen Que naturally became the person accompanying Shen Yi.
After I came to my senses...
Song Yang turned his head to the side, staring at the floral pattern on the pale yellow blanket, lost in thought again.
He couldn't understand it.
Has her own existence become unbearable for Shen Yi? Otherwise, why would she be so eager to push herself away?
That's fine too.
Anyway, he was fed up with this life of being Shen Yi's lackey, being told what to do and throwing tantrums without being able to fight back, and having no dignity whatsoever.
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