Chapter 251: Chapter 251: Don’t Leave After School (12)
The building was already very tall, but the fervor had died down from before.
After all, it was just a rumor without any evidence.
532nd Floor: I heard Jih Cheng has a knife, you guys better be careful.
533rd Floor: How do you know that, upstairs?
534th Floor: A classmate of ours saw it, seriously, I’m not lying to you, he really had a knife in his hand.
535th Floor: The head of discipline even called him in for a talk, but I don’t know where that son of a gun hid the knife, they didn’t find it, but it’s really there, believe me!
536th Floor: Is a transfer student this audacious?
Jih Cheng slept until noon when school let out, with Chuzheng sitting inside; if he didn’t get up, she couldn’t leave.
After contemplating for a bit, Chuzheng stepped on a chair and jumped out.
A perfect landing.
A little problem like this, could it stump me?
Yu Yue was standing at the front door of the classroom with her sidekicks, staring at her with malice.
Chuzheng left through the back door, completely ignoring them.
The afternoon classes were somewhat boring; Chuzheng propped up her chin, not knowing what she was thinking about.
Finally, Jih Cheng—who was lying on the desk—moved.
The white of his cheek was slightly flushed from sleeping, fine and delicate as jade, giving off a very sweet and tempting impression.
His head still rested on his arm, while his other hand gently rubbed his eyes.
His eyelashes quivered slightly, and the haziness in the depths of his eyes gradually cleared.
His face was turned toward Chuzheng, and his focus snapped to meet Chuzheng’s gaze.
Chuzheng was staring intently at him, her eyes clear and cold, showing no ripples of emotion.
That look was hard to define…
Anyway, Jih Cheng did not quite understand.
Why wasn’t she looking at the blackboard, but at him instead?
Jih Cheng frowned slightly and looked away first.
Whatever she did, what did it have to do with him?
He lifted his head to glance at the lectern, then lay down again nonchalantly, his flushed cheeks slowly returning to normal, but then they began to pale again.
Jih Cheng buried his face completely in the crook of his arm.
Suddenly, someone poked his arm.
Jih Cheng looked up to find that it was a pen poking him, and the owner of that pen was his deskmate.
Chuzheng passed him a box of cake from below.
Jih Cheng looked at her, puzzled.
“Aren’t you hungry?” Chuzheng lowered her voice.
The hand Jih Cheng rested on his stomach tightened slightly over his clothing.
His stomach was hurting uncomfortably.
He was hungry.
He had been very discreet with his movements.
Was it just a casual question from her, or had she noticed…
But from his short interaction with this deskmate, she did not seem to have the habit of storing snacks—at least he had never seen her with food at her seat before.
“Thank you.”
Jih Cheng took the cake and whispered his thanks.
He put it in his desk, with no intention of eating it.
“If you die of hunger, it will be quite troublesome for me, classmate.” Good Person Card, do you have a fetish for self-torture?
Jih Cheng: “…”
Just now, he was merely suspicious; now, he was certain she knew he was hungry.
He indeed was very hungry.
Jih Cheng took a deep breath and took out the box of cake.
The packaging was exquisite, not something you’d find in the school, and the sweet aroma of the cake hit him as soon as he opened the box.
Inside were individually divided, bite-sized cakes.
He stuffed one into his mouth; even though they were cut into small pieces, it was still a bit large.