3 – Don’t make things difficult for my deskmate
Zhou Yuchuan’s tone was unusually soft, and his entire demeanor was unlike his usual carefree self, so much so that Xin Jushang momentarily forgot to push him away.
It wasn’t until Xu Zhiyan beside her exclaimed in shock, “Isn’t that Zhao Jianing!”
That Xin Jushang snapped back to reality.
Was she crazy? What had she just been doing?
She actually let this narcissist lean on her shoulder!
In just a few seconds, Xin Jushang shoved Zhou Yuchuan away and patted her shoulder.
As if trying hard to brush off something unclean.
Following Xu Zhiyan’s gaze, she saw a young boy and girl walking leisurely in the distance, chatting happily.
The boy wore a school uniform and looked well-behaved and obedient—exactly the type of good student teachers favored.
As for the girl, she was likely the “Zhao Jianing” Xu Zhiyan mentioned, Zhou Yuchuan’s childhood friend.
After calmly analyzing the relationships, Xin Jushang reached a conclusion—
Zhou Yuchuan, that scoundrel, had acted so strangely just now because he wanted to use her to make Zhao Jianing jealous.
Thinking this, Xin Jushang felt even more disgusted by Zhou Yuchuan, this scheming narcissist.
“Let’s go.” Xin Jushang turned to Xu Zhiyan, deliberately lowering her voice to tease, “What’s going on? I smell a huge wave of jealousy.”
She was openly mocking Zhou Yuchuan.
“Huh? Really?” Xu Zhiyan didn’t catch on at first and even sniffed hard, “I don’t smell anything. Where?”
Seeing this, Zhou Yuchuan gritted his teeth, grinding his molars forcefully.
He now needed to take a good, hard look at his little desk mate.
She appeared innocent, harmless, indifferent to worldly affairs, and free of desires, but in reality, she was a sharp-tongued woman who hid her true nature and repaid every slight.
The next day.
Zhou Yuchuan spent the entire morning slumped over his desk, listless and devoid of energy.
Furious and barely sleeping all night, he suddenly felt that transferring schools for Zhao Jianing was utterly foolish.
Especially after seeing Zhao Jianing standing with that brat who was inferior to him in every way. The brighter Zhao Jianing smiled, the angrier Zhou Yuchuan felt inside.
From anger to disappointment, and finally to helplessness.
Since childhood, Zhou Yuchuan had only ever liked Zhao Jianing. The Zhou and Zhao families happened to be old friends, so he had always regarded Zhao Jianing as his future fiancée.
The two grew up together and had always been close. However, a few years ago, after Zhao Jianing returned from a trip abroad, her temperament changed drastically, and she began ignoring Zhou Yuchuan.
But Zhou Yuchuan remained fervently devoted. Even when Zhao Jianing ignored him, he never once thought of giving up on her.
Yet Zhao Jianing not only showed no regard for their past affection but also fell for someone else.
He transferred to Hengmu to win her back, only to realize he was the clown in this story.
The more Zhou Yuchuan thought about it, the more resentful he became, followed by the intense drowsiness brought on by staying up all night.
The first class in the afternoon was English. The English teacher was a very rigid female teacher surnamed Shi, known as “Hengmu’s Nun of Extinction.”
Having transferred to Hengmu only a few days ago, Zhou Yuchuan was unaware of this, so he continued to sleep peacefully at his desk.
When Nun Shi approached Zhou Yuchuan, he was still sleeping soundly, completely unaware of the danger slowly closing in.
“Smack.”
With a loud bang, the teacher rolled up the English textbook in her hand and smacked it onto Zhou Yuchuan’s head, startling the previously sound-asleep boy awake.
“Since you’ve come to Hengmu, you’d better straighten out your attitude toward studying. I don’t care how much your previous school spoiled you—none of that counts here.”
The teacher stood with her hands on her hips, her sharp, thin voice amplified by the portable microphone she wore, making it especially piercing and grating.
Zhou Yuchuan irritably rubbed his ears. He had no desire to be disciplined in front of the whole class by such a rigid teacher.
Noticing his small gesture, the teacher sneered and glanced down at Zhou Yuchuan’s desk.
…On it lay only a small mirror—not even an English textbook.
This clearly crossed the teacher’s bottom line.
“So this is how arrogant transfers from No. 3 High School are? Did your old school only teach you to sleep in class and stare at yourself in the mirror?”
The teacher was so angry she began breathing heavily, making Zhou Yuchuan tense up. He almost wanted to rush to the infirmary to fetch her some quick-acting heart relief pills.
“Teacher,” Zhou Yuchuan parted his thin lips, looking at her with an innocent yet sly expression, “I transferred from the science experimental class of No. 1 High School next door, not No. 3 High School. The transfer from No. 3 is my deskmate.”
After speaking, he helpfully pointed to the innocently implicated Xin Jushang beside him.
“Teacher, what you just said really hurts my deskmate’s fragile little heart! She’s a sensitive girl, after all. She’ll probably cry secretly at night out of grievance.”
Xin Jushang, who had been implicated yet again: …
Where’s the knife? She was going to slaughter Zhou Yuchuan, that pig, right now.
The teacher awkwardly wiped the sweat from her forehead, but with the whole class watching, she couldn’t afford to lose her authority as a teacher.
She adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose and stared sternly at Xin Jushang, as if interrogating a criminal—
“So you’re the new transfer from No. 3 High School? Why did you just stand by and watch your deskmate sleep in class without doing anything to remind him? That kind of behavior is the most selfish!”
Xin Jushang stood up from her seat, obediently choosing to stand at attention and accept the criticism. “Yes, teacher, you’re absolutely right. I am selfish. I’m sorry.”
In Xin Jushang’s view, her words sounded very humble.
But to the teacher and everyone else, it came across as the peak of sarcasm.
The teacher’s face flushed red and paled white with anger. She was practically on the verge of fainting from rage at these two transfer students.
Especially this girl—her words were even more outrageous than the boy’s.
“Before, you always wore a mask in class. Since you’re a girl, I didn’t feel like calling you out on it. But today, you actually dare to openly defy your teacher!” The teacher clutched her chest, clearly deeply upset.
Xin Jushang felt somewhat baffled. She didn’t understand why this English teacher was so fond of picking fights without reason. She hadn’t defied the teacher at all.
“Teacher, I really didn’t defy you,” she explained earnestly.
Hearing this, the teacher’s voice rose another notch: “Then tell me, why are you still wearing a mask in class?”
As soon as she finished speaking, Xin Jushang fell silent. The teacher felt she had finally gained the upper hand.
“Because I look ugly without the mask.”
Xin Jushang honestly told the truth.
Zhou Yuchuan, standing nearby, couldn’t bear to watch any longer. Despite his own guilty status, he risked his life to explain for Xin Jushang: “Teacher, please stop picking on my deskmate all the time. She’s just not good with words.”
This back-and-forth exchange pushed the nun’s anger to its peak. Trembling with rage, she pointed at Xin Jushang and Zhou Yuchuan—
“Do you two want to drive me to an early grave? Get out of here! From now on, neither of you is allowed in my classroom!”
Seeing Zhou Yuchuan and Xin Jushang still rooted to the spot, the nun screamed hoarsely: “Get—out—of here! Right now!!”