Chapter 2
Three days after I transferred classes, the female lead Song Qingqing also transferred in.
She wore a ponytail, her apricot eyes clear, her skin very fair.
During the break, the Homeroom Teacher brought her into the classroom.
When she introduced herself on the podium, her voice was gentle and soft.
Maybe she looked too obedient and easy to bully, so the boys in the back row started to make a fuss: “Welcome, pretty little sister!”
Xie Yang, who sat in front of me, turned around excitedly: “Brother Ci, Brother Ci, look, there’s a little beauty.”
But when he met my gaze, he changed his tune: “Of course, when it comes to real beauty, it has to be our Sister Yan! No one can compare to our Sister Yan-she puts all beauties to shame!”
As he spoke, he gave me a big thumbs up in approval.
His family’s company was made bigger and stronger with help from mine, so I knew him fairly well.
Normally, Lu Yici wouldn’t even bother to respond. If he got annoyed by the noise, he’d just tell people to get lost.
But at this moment, Lu Yici, who was lying on the desk sleeping, actually moved for once, lifting his eyelids lazily to glance at the podium.
Just then, Song Qingqing happened to look over in this direction.
Before their gazes could meet, I quickly covered Lu Yici’s face with a test paper.
Song Qingqing’s gaze swept over this side calmly.
The first eye contact was successfully nipped in the bud by me.
The person next to me clicked his tongue impatiently, then irritably removed the test paper, frowning as he asked, “Yan Qingyue, what exactly are you trying to do?”
I kept a straight face as I took back the test paper. “My hand slipped.”
“Really?” He dragged out the word, leaning back in his chair like a second master, staring straight at me. “Are you sure you don’t have some other motive?”
I paused my pen and turned my head to look at him.
His messy black hair hung halfway down, his brows and eyes arrogant, jawline sharp and defined, a clear scar on his cheekbone.
He was the school tyrant, notorious for being fierce in fights.
At this moment, his eyes were full of mischief and mockery.
This week, I first transferred from my original class to this one, and then chose Lu Yici as my deskmate.
All these actions could easily be misunderstood.
Seeing I didn’t answer, he raised one eyebrow, his tone playful: “What, it’s only been a few days?”
It was obvious he was mocking me.
Maybe it was because, not long ago, when our families joked about arranging a marriage for us, before he could say anything, I glanced at him coolly and said, arrogantly, “No need, I’m not interested.”
His expression immediately turned ugly, and he replied coldly, “Good, because I’m not interested either.”
Seeing the atmosphere turn awkward, our parents had to laugh and smooth things over.
If I had known then that he was the male lead, I would have agreed right away to avoid future trouble.
It was just a trivial matter, so I didn’t bother to respond to him.
Not far ahead to the left, Song Qingqing was politely greeting her new deskmate, Yi Chao.
Originally, Song Qingqing was supposed to be deskmates with Lu Yici, but I had quietly split them up.
Yi Chao sat very straight, the blue-and-white school uniform outlining the smooth lines of a young man’s neck and shoulders.
He turned his head several times to glance at the girl sitting next to him, as if still not quite used to it.
According to the plot, because he had good grades, the teacher always let him sit alone whenever seats were rearranged.
Song Qingqing was probably his first ever deskmate.
“Hey.”
A lazy voice sounded again. The person beside me spoke with a mocking, ambiguous tone.
“Miss Yan, could it be that you’ve fallen for me?”
He stared at me, unblinking, as if trying to find embarrassment, awkwardness, or shame on my face at being exposed.
If he saw even the slightest crack in my composure, he’d definitely trumpet it around and righteously denounce my supposed wicked thoughts in front of everyone.
Xie Yang in front was eavesdropping intently.
At his words, I didn’t even blink and replied with a slow drawl, “Ah, yes, yes.”
Seeing his suspicious expression, I added unhurriedly, “That’s right, I’ve fallen for our Young Master Lu, fallen so hard I’m about to go crazy. I think about him all the time-so much that I can’t sleep or eat, and if I don’t see him for even a second, I feel like I’m dying.”
My sarcastic nonsense made Lu Yici’s face darken, and he finally squeezed out, “You’re sick.”
Xie Yang in front was stifling his laughter, his shoulders shaking.
It took two kicks to his chair from Lu Yici for him to quiet down.
For the rest of the class, my gaze fell on Song Qingqing and Yi Chao at the front.
Whenever their elbows accidentally brushed as they raised or lowered their arms, I caught it immediately.
After a morning of observation, I realized they had almost no interaction.
During class, he listened and took notes; she listened and took notes.
Between classes, she quietly did practice problems; he quietly did practice problems.
In the noisy, bustling classroom, the two of them sat side by side, buried in their books-giving off the vibe of “even if I work myself to death, I’m going to out-study my classmates.”
I quietly raised my phone and captured the moment.
In the photo, the boy and girl bent over their desks doing practice questions, warm sunlight slanting in and falling on their backs, turning their hair a soft golden color, tiny motes of dust dancing in the air.
I looked at the photo with satisfaction.
Two words: a perfect match.
I opened QQ and sent the photo to the campus confession wall.