The young man’s cheeks puffed out like a hamster’s, making him look quite adorable.
The sweet, soft cake spread through his mouth, relaxing his expression considerably.
Chuzheng poked the desk of the person in front of her.
The desk’s occupant looked back blankly, facing Chuzheng’s cold eyes. Instantly feeling intimidated, he dared not speak and could only convey his confusion with his expression.
Chuzheng passed him a bill and gestured to the milk in his desk.
The deskmate quickly gave her the milk, waving his hand to indicate no need for the money.
Chuzheng crumpled the money twice and tossed it onto his desk.
Chuzheng handed the milk to Jih Cheng.
Jih Cheng, with his head bowed, hadn’t noticed Chuzheng’s exchange with the student in the front desk and stared in surprise at the milk handed to him, cheeks puffed out as he looked at her.
Seeing that he wasn’t taking it, she coldly threw it into his lap.
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Jih Cheng felt a little better after eating something; he lay on the desk, pulled out a piece of paper, wrote a line, and pushed it towards Chuzheng.
——Is your wound alright?
——I don’t have a wound!
What nonsense are you spouting.
Who’s hurt!
Who’s hurt!!
She wasn’t as weak as a “Good Person Card”!
She was just fine!
Chuzheng glanced at him, and Jih Cheng felt that her gaze was particularly cold, like the snow of the late winter months falling steadily, capable of engulfing him.
——How much is it, I’ll pay you.
——No need.
Even though Chuzheng said it was not necessary, Jih Cheng still pushed the money to her.
Chuzheng: “…” Do I look like someone who lacks this little money?!
Jih Cheng was adamant, and Chuzheng, frowning, stuffed it directly into his coat.
Jih Cheng instinctively grabbed her hand.
Chuzheng’s fingertips had already touched the cold inside his coat.
Jih Cheng looked at her and pulled her hand out, tugging on his coat, but he didn’t give the money back to her.
Jih Cheng calmly pressed the note under a book, no longer responding.
When class ended and the teacher assigned homework, Chuzheng suddenly leaned in, “Classmate, do you know how to do this?”
The scent of cake and milk blended on the boy, particularly pleasing, sweet and tempting, making one want to take a bite.
Jih Cheng hadn’t expected Chuzheng to move in so close so suddenly, and his breath abruptly caught.
He could feel her faint breathing, a light breeze brushing past his chin, freezing him in place.
Under Chuzheng’s gaze, Jih Cheng honestly shook his head.
“I don’t know how to do it.”
“What good are you.” Not even able to do a homework assignment.
Chuzheng muttered to herself and sat back down, but she spoke softly, and Jih Cheng didn’t hear her clearly.
Jih Cheng was a poor student.
Chuzheng felt quite desperate realizing this.
So who is going to do my homework?
Chuzheng’s gaze fell on the student in the front desk.
The student in the front suddenly felt a chill down his spine and goosebumps on his arms. He rubbed his arms— it wasn’t cold today…
Chuzheng used her pen to prod the back of the student in the front desk, “Help me do the homework.”
The student in the front stiffened, turning around mechanically as if he were a robot, “…Should I do it first for you to copy?”
“Help me do it,” Chuzheng emphasized.
“…Uh… okay, okay.” He didn’t dare refuse.
Oh my god!
Xu Chuzheng seemed to have become so scary.
Is this what they mean by ‘If not dying in silence, then exploding in silence’?
Thank goodness I never messed with her…
Whimper, he needed to change seats!!
Jih Cheng watched Chuzheng complete a dark transaction with the student in front, his lips slightly pursed.
A twinge of annoyance stirred in his heart.
Yet he couldn’t fathom why he was annoyed.
It was her business to get someone else to do her homework, what did it have to do with him?
When school ended in the afternoon, Jih Cheng didn’t leave his seat; when Chuzheng went out, she brought back a cup of milk tea for him.
The milk tea was warm, perfect for drinking in this not-so-hot weather.
Plus, his stomach wasn’t feeling great earlier, and he couldn’t drink anything too cold—this temperature was just right.
Jih Cheng couldn’t figure out if she had meant to buy warm milk tea, or if it was just a coincidence.
But…
Jih Cheng watched Zhu Zian place milk tea onto Yu Yue’s desk, filling up the whole desk.