"Okay, okay, fine! I’ll talk," Jiang Xiaoyue blurted out, unable to keep a secret. She glanced left and right, then lowered her voice. "It was Shen Yi. He warned Chen Feng not to get any ideas about you. He also said that he likes you and that he’s liked you for a very, very long ti. So? Are you excited? Surprised? Feeling shy?"
Qin Jiao was a little surprised. She had a vague sense that Shen Yi had feelings for her, but she never expected him to have liked her for so long.
’And he actually went to warn Chen Feng... Don’t tell he’s like Lin Nian and thought Chen Feng and I were a couple, so he went to lay down the law?’
’So, does that an this Shen Yi, who’s almost completely different from the one in my past life, really is a transmigrator?’
’In that case, does he know the whole plot, too?’
Qin Jiao was silent for a little too long. Jiang Xiaoyue waved a hand in front of her eyes. "Xiao Jiao, earth to Xiao Jiao! What’s wrong? I know this is shocking news, but don’t just go completely silent. You’re scaring !"
Just then, Shen Yi walked into the classroom. Hearing Jiang Xiaoyue’s panicked voice, he thought sothing had happened to Qin Jiao. He dropped the basketball he was holding and rushed over in a few long strides, anxiously looking her up and down. "What’s wrong?"
The mont Shen Yi appeared, Jiang Xiaoyue felt incredibly guilty and quickly returned to her own seat.
Qin Jiao, however, snapped back to her senses. She looked at the tall, handso Shen Yi standing before her, and the concern in his eyes was genuine.
And she knew with perfect clarity that the Shen Yi from her past life would never have looked at her with such concern and worry. His eyes had always been filled with agitation, annoyance, cruelty, and a coldness that no one could ever thaw.
’So, his body has really been taken over?’
Qin Jiao suddenly reached out and pinched Shen Yi’s cheek. She murmured, "Are you really Shen Yi?"
There were other students still in the classroom—Jiang Xiaoyue, for instance, who was secretly watching the scene unfold. When his cheek was suddenly pinched, and by the very girl he liked, Shen Yi froze for an instant, his heart imdiately starting to hamr in his chest.
Are you really Shen Yi?
The afternoon sun stread in through the window, wonderfully warm against their skin.
A bead of sweat fell from Shen Yi’s long eyelashes. He blinked instinctively, and as the drop landed on the back of Qin Jiao’s hand, its coolness snapped her back to her senses.
’Oops! Why did I just reach out and touch him?’
But this was Qin Jiao. She had used up all her fluster in her past life; in this one, she was always impossibly calm. Now, for instance, she calmly retracted her hand and remarked in a perfectly objective tone, "How is your skin getting so good? And you’re getting more muscular, too. I rember you used to be as scrawny as a boiled chicken."
The phrase "boiled chicken" instantly yanked the heart-fluttering Shen Yi back to reality. After all, no guy enjoys being called a "boiled chicken" by the girl he likes.
He walked past Qin Jiao to his seat, then took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead... carefully avoiding his cheek, since that was the spot Qin Jiao had just touched.
Shen Yi said, "I don’t know why my skin is getting better, but Jiao Jiao, how did you know I have muscles?"
Qin Jiao: "..."
’I suspect Shen Yi is flirting with , and I have proof!’
But alas, she had been the one to reach out first, so she suddenly felt like she didn’t have a leg to stand on.
Qin Jiao blurted out, "I guessed."
"Well, you’re a pretty good guesser." Shen Yi didn’t dare to keep teasing her. ’What if I really make her angry? How would I coax her back into a good mood?’
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