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 !
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 ?
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 sowhat 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 et 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, soone 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 movents.
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 troubleso for , classmate.” Good Person Card, do you have a fetish for self-torture?
Jih Cheng: “…”
Just now, he was rely 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 sothing 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.
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 sothing; 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 soone 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 howork, 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 howork assignnt.
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 howork?
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 do the howork.”
The student in the front stiffened, turning around chanically as if he were a robot, “…Should I do it first for you to copy?”
“Help do it,” Chuzheng emphasized.
“…Uh… okay, okay.” He didn’t dare refuse.
Oh my god!
Xu Chuzheng seed to have beco so scary.
Is this what they an by ‘If not dying in silence, then exploding in silence’?
Thank goodness I never ssed 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 soone else to do her howork, 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 ant 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.
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