She paused, then wanted to say something: “But—”
But Chi Yao had always been eye-catching.
It’s just that she hadn’t noticed until last night.
He Yang: “But what?”
Lin Zhexia didn’t continue: “Nothing. Your stop is coming up. Hurry and pack your things.”-
After arriving at school, Lin Zhexia found her desk drawer stuffed with snacks.
Full, with everything imaginable.
“What should I do,” Chen Lin entered the classroom just then, saying confusedly, “I think someone confessed to me. Who bought me all these snacks?”
Chen Lin looked complicated: “Sorry, I bought them.”
Lin Zhexia: “…”
Chen Lin: “I wanted to thank you both, but I didn’t dare give them to Chi Yao. Why don’t you take some to him?”
Given the opportunity to keep everything, Lin Zhexia wasn’t about to share with Chi Yao: “He doesn’t need snacks. Boys should eat fewer snacks anyway.”
Talking about yesterday’s incident, Chen Lin added: “I went to see the teacher this morning. She said she would communicate with Experimental Affiliated School and report to the school. That girl probably won’t dare send people again.”
Lin Zhexia felt this was a fairly appropriate resolution.
After all, if the matter escalated, following Red-hair’s trail, they could find that Experimental Affiliated student. Especially since the two seemed closely related—yesterday Red-hair mentioned “his sister,” perhaps indicating a sibling relationship.
However, what she didn’t know was that this incident had a small follow-up in places she couldn’t see.
Inside Year 1 Class 1.
Chi Yao sat in the last row as the teacher solved problems on the blackboard.
He twirled a pen with one hand while the other pressed into his desk drawer, his eyes lowered to look at new messages continuously popping up on his phone.
He Yang: Found her.
He Yang: A second-year girl who has several “brothers” outside school. One of them is very famous, with red hair.
He Yang: She’s bragged to others about knowing people outside school. It must be her, no doubt.
He Yang: The school issued a notice to everyone, but couldn’t identify who specifically. I took some people to warn her during break. She probably didn’t expect to be found and was quite panicked, saying she knew she was wrong.
He Yang: Dare to bully our Sister Xia? As long as she’s at Experimental Affiliated School, she can forget about it.
In an elite class like Class 1, he was probably the only one openly using his phone during class.
Even his deskmate beside him couldn’t help being shocked by his audacious behavior.
His bandaged finger tapped the screen, replying with a punctuation mark to indicate he understood: .
After thinking it over, Lin Zhexia still decided to share some snacks with Chi Yao during the lunch break.
Chen Lin: “Didn’t you say boys didn’t need snacks?”
Lin Zhexia said very frankly, “Mainly because they’re taking up space. I can’t even fit my books.”
Chen Lin: “…”
Class 1 was downstairs.
During lunch break, the corridors were lively, with many people gathered outside each classroom, except for Class 1, which was notably quiet.
Besides the original Class 1 students coming and going, a few students from other classes approached.
Lin Zhexia had visited Class 1 several times before but hadn’t noticed how few people lingered outside Class 1’s door.
She carried her things, making her way to the back window as usual.
Chi Yao sat by the window, napping. He had taken Xu Ting’s jacket to cover himself from the sun, the black hood covering his entire head. From her angle, she could only see the young man’s hand resting on the edge of the desk.
She knocked on the glass window twice, calling: “Chi Yao!”
As soon as the words fell.
That hand moved very reluctantly, lifting to cover his ear.
Lin Zhexia: “…”
She took a deep breath and called even louder: “—Chi Yao Chi Yao Chi Yao.”
Chi Yao, having his nap disturbed, wasn’t in a good mood: “What do you want?”
“Came to bring you some warmth,” Lin Zhexia passed a bag of snacks through the window gap. “No need to thank me, and don’t be too moved.”
Chi Yao glanced at it without taking it: “Thanks, I’m quite touched that you specially brought a bunch of things you don’t like.”
In the bag.
Indeed, they were.
Things she had specifically picked out that she didn’t like.
Lin Zhexia simply let go, placing the items on his desk: “You don’t like what I like anyway, and what’s important isn’t the gift itself, but my sentiment.”
After saying this, she asked: “Why are there no people outside your classroom today?”