Afternoon, room 302 of the boys' dormitory.
Yan Ziqian was sleeping, with a slight smile on his lips, as if he were having a sweet dream.
"Bang—"
The door was suddenly kicked open, and a leg stepped in. The owner of the leg hesitated, and the person behind him became impatient and kicked him. A pig-like scream rang out: "Ah—" Li Haoyu gritted his teeth: "Ye Chen—" Then the two of them started fighting.
“You two,” a genuine killing intent spread, and Li Haoyu and Ye Chen froze, mechanically turning their heads. On bed number 2, Yan Ziqian propped himself up, squinting and coldly watching the two of them, “Both of you be quiet!”
Li Haoyu immediately jumped up dramatically, covered his mouth, and stared wide-eyed.
Ye Chen rolled his eyes. "Ziqian, I brought you lunch. It's all your favorite food." He held up the lunchbox in his hand as he spoke. "You really know how to skip class." Then he touched his nose and said seriously, "It's just that you're so disloyal. You didn't even bring your buddies."
Yan Ziqian glared at him with annoyance. This guy is really bad. He just knows how to pretend to be a good student in front of the teacher. Well... it's not really pretending.
He got up, took the lunchbox, and started eating at the table. "I still want to settle accounts with you." If they weren't his brothers, he would have beaten them both to a pulp for daring to disturb his sweet dream.
"No way? Well, Brother Qian, I'll tell you some gossip to make up for it, okay?" Li Haoyu scurried to the table and looked pitifully at Yan Ziqian.
"Not interested." Yan Ziqian didn't even lift his eyelids, picked up a piece of braised beef with his chopsticks, paused, and didn't eat it. "Don't look at me like that, it's ruining my appetite."
"..." Li Haoyu smacked his lips in frustration, and without caring whether Yan Ziqian would cooperate or not, he began to talk non-stop.
He talked about nothing but the same old stories: how he missed class today, how he missed a classmate being caught sleeping or listening to music, and how the teachers punished them. Because Yan Ziqian didn't allow teachers to physically punish students, the teachers came up with all sorts of ways to punish or tease them. The variety of their methods and the breadth of their imagination were truly admirable.
It was that afternoon.
When Mu Zixi was led into the classroom by her homeroom teacher, it caused a chorus of sighs.
She stood in the backlit doorway, wearing a white dress, her long hair slightly curled at the ends. She seemed a little flustered, which made her cheeks flushed, giving her a serene and beautiful air.
Yan Ziqian couldn't help but look up in the sudden silence, but when his gaze fell on Mu Zixi, he froze, his eyes filled with an unprecedented amazement. Later, Yan Ziqian thought that he had been defeated by this initial beauty.
"Oh no! Ziqian, you're dead! Holy crap, I've never seen you die so horribly!"
His deskmate Li Haoyu's strange shout pulled him back to reality. Looking at the appalling score on his phone screen, he thought to himself: He and she were the furthest apart in the whole class. She was standing at the door, while he was sitting in the corner.
Li Haoyu's strange cry successfully attracted the attention of the whole class, including Mu Zixi, who also looked over and made eye contact with Yan Ziqian for a moment. She smiled faintly, but his heart inexplicably beat faster.
"Li Haoyu, Yan Ziqian, you two get out of here!"
It was the homeroom teacher's roar.
Touching his nose, Yan Ziqian was about to stand up when he saw the homeroom teacher wave his hand, "Forget it, for the sake of the new students, I won't hold it against you today."
After that, Yan Ziqian heard the homeroom teacher introduce Mu Zixi: Mu Zixi grew up in England and recently returned to China.
He thought absentmindedly: Britain?
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