He walked to his seat and casually stuffed his black backpack into the desk drawer.
Hearing the movement, Jiang Mian immediately turned her head. “Cheng Ye, you’re back.”
Cheng Ye gave a soft “Mm.”
The young man in the black mask lifted his gaze and glanced at Cheng Ye.
So this was the boy his younger sister had a crush on?
The young man stood up, reached out, and gently ruffled Jiang Mian’s hair. His voice was warm as he said, “I’ll come see you again in a while.”
“Okay.” Jiang Mian nodded.
After the man left, whispers spread through the class.
Who was he to Jiang Mian?
Jiang Mian ignored the surrounding voices. She lowered her head and took out a portion of frozen yogurt fruit mix from her desk.
She opened the lid, scooped up a spoonful, and held it to Cheng Ye’s mouth. “Cheng Ye, it’s really delicious. Try a bite.”
Cheng Ye turned his head away. “Not eating. It doesn’t even look good.”
Jiang Mian frowned slightly. Really?
She had already eaten a whole box, and it was indeed delicious.
Moreover, it had just been freshly made and chilled, so it was very fresh.
Jiang Mian took a small bite herself. There was nothing wrong with it.
Chen Yang sat behind them, staring eagerly. That man had brought Jiang Mian so much delicious food—her desk was practically overflowing.
His curiosity grew stronger, so he walked over and asked gossipingly, “Jiang Mian, who was that guy?”
Jiang Mian replied casually, “A friend.”
Huh? Just a friend?
Chen Yang felt a little disappointed and retreated back to his seat.
Something wasn’t right. Could a friend casually ruffle her hair like that?
Chen Yang’s gaze gradually turned sharp, like a detective piecing things together.
Jiang Mian took a few more bites, confirming again that there was no problem. Then she scooped another spoonful. “Cheng Ye, just try it. It’s really good.”
“Not eating.” Cheng Ye pulled out his Advanced Mathematics textbook and started studying.
One look and it was obvious that food had been given to her by that man. He wasn’t going to eat it.
Jiang Mian’s competitive spirit instantly flared up. “Cheng Ye, just eat it, eat it~”
Cheng Ye: “…..”
A strange thought suddenly crossed Chen Yang’s mind. The way Cheng Ye and Jiang Mian interacted… didn’t it feel like a quarrelling young couple?
Seeing Cheng Ye unmoved, Jiang Mian stood up and leaned toward him, trying to force the spoon into his mouth.
Jiang Mian felt puzzled. It was clearly delicious—why wouldn’t he even take one bite?!
She puffed her cheeks. “Cheng Ye, if you don’t eat it, then I’ll…”
“Then what?” Cheng Ye couldn’t help but chuckle.
Jiang Mian’s puffed-up expression looked like an angry little kitten.
Chen Yang watched anxiously from behind. He was thirsty and really wanted that yogurt fruit mix!
Why not just give it to him?!
Then the two of them wouldn’t need to keep pushing it back and forth!!
Jiang Mian’s face flushed red. “Then… then…”
She stammered for a long time but couldn’t finish her sentence.
Stubbornly, she said, “Cheng Ye, just take one bite. I’m sure once you taste the first bite, you’ll want a second. It’s really delicious!”
A hint of amusement flickered in Cheng Ye’s dark eyes. “Not eating.”
Jiang Mian suddenly leaned closer, her body tilting even more as she glared at him, looking adorably fierce. Without thinking, she blurted out what was on her mind, “Do you believe I’ll feed you with my mouth?”
Cheng Ye froze for a moment.
Realizing what she had just said, Jiang Mian immediately tried to straighten up and get away from the awkward situation.
Oh no, what nonsense had she just said?
Would Cheng Ye think she was some kind of little rogue?
As she stood up, her panic made her lose balance, and she suddenly fell straight into Cheng Ye’s arms.
Cheng Ye raised his arm and wrapped it around her slender waist, stabilizing her.
Jiang Mian: “……”
Now even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn’t clear her name.
Cheng Ye withdrew his arm and saw Jiang Mian sitting upright on her chair, careful and restrained, like a child who had done something wrong.
He picked up the box of yogurt fruit mix, scooped a spoonful, and ate it. “It is really good. Thank you.”
Jiang Mian’s cheeks burned. She secretly glanced at Cheng Ye from the corner of her eye and, seeing that he wasn’t angry, finally let out a breath of relief.
After hesitating for a moment, she reached out and poked his wrist.
Cheng Ye turned his head to look at her, waiting for her to speak.
Jiang Mian said seriously, “Cheng Ye, I’m not a rogue.”
Cheng Ye: “…Mm.”
The way she explained herself so earnestly… why did it feel a little silly yet cute?
“I was just too anxious, so I spoke without thinking,” Jiang Mian continued seriously. “And when I fell just now, I didn’t do it on purpose to land in your arms.” This chapter was taken from novelping dot com without permission.
Cheng Ye: “……”
A faint smile curved at the corner of his lips. “I know. You don’t need to explain.”
Jiang Mian nodded obediently. “Mm, mm.”
…
Monday morning flag-raising ceremony.
Everyone stood at attention. After the national flag was raised, the principal began his speech, pouring motivational clichés onto the teachers and students below.
He spoke for a full two hours, and the students were on the verge of dozing off.
Finally, the principal concluded with a passionate and booming voice, “The college entrance exam is not yet decided—anyone can be a dark horse! All Senior Year students, cherish your time, strive with all your might! Get into your dream universities! Become pillars of the nation!!”
Cheng Ye glanced at Cheng Fenghao beside him, who was holding a 10,000-word self-criticism, his face dark and grim. With impatience in his tone, Cheng Ye said, “A bet is a bet. The principal’s done speaking. Why aren’t you going up to apologize?”
Standing in front of Cheng Fenghao, Chu Xiyan heard Cheng Ye’s impatient voice. She turned around angrily and rebuked him.
“Cheng Ye, Fenghao has already written the self-criticism, and you’ve read it. Can’t you take a step back? We’re all classmates—why hurt each other’s feelings? Besides, you’re his brother.”
“Oh? Trying to back out at the last moment and hide like a coward?” Cheng Ye sneered, treating Chu Xiyan as if she didn’t exist.
Cheng Fenghao’s expression turned extremely ugly.
Everyone in Senior Year Class 1 knew that Young Master Fenghao had lost the bet—his math test score was lower than Cheng Ye’s, and he was supposed to apologize publicly during the flag-raising ceremony.
Whispers spread among the students.
“Will Young Master Fenghao really go up and apologize publicly for falsely accusing Cheng Ye?”
“What’s there to apologize for? Cheng Ye’s perfect score in the math test must be fake. How could someone who used to score 12 suddenly get 150?”
“But even Young Master Fenghao doesn’t have any solid evidence. None of us can prove that Cheng Ye cheated.”
Chu Xiyan frowned in dissatisfaction. “Cheng Ye, that’s enough.”
“Fine. That’s enough.” Cheng Ye’s eyes turned cold. He suddenly grabbed Cheng Fenghao by the collar and, without any courtesy, dragged him forward, pushing him right in front of the principal, who was about to conclude the ceremony.
Chu Xiyan was furious beyond belief.
“Principal, here’s an outstanding student. He wrote a self-criticism and wants to apologize to me publicly,” Cheng Ye said lightly. “Could you spare a few minutes?”
“Huh?” The principal was confused. What apology?
Under countless gazes, Cheng Fenghao felt, for the first time, his dignity being crushed ruthlessly under Cheng Ye’s feet.
Rage surged wildly in his chest. Fine, Cheng Ye. Just you wait. I won’t let you off.
The flag-raising ceremony had gathered all students and teachers from first to third year.
With so many eyes watching, Cheng Fenghao’s face turned gloomy. He didn’t even dare to look at the countless scrutinizing gazes below.
Father Cheng, who had rushed over from outside the school—planning to take Fenghao to meet the old master of the Chu family after the ceremony—arrived just in time to see Cheng Ye bullying Cheng Fenghao again.
He rushed forward, his anger blazing to the heavens. “Cheng Ye, you ungrateful wretch! What are you doing?!”