Sang Yu continued standing obediently by the corridor, as if the girl who had just winked at the mirror was someone else entirely.
The department homeroom teacher approached and gave her a gentle smile. “You must be Sang Yu? You missed the freshman registration due to military training matters?”
Sang Yu nodded, her fair complexion clean and beautiful, exuding a fragile paleness that was both enchanting and pure.
“Come, follow me inside.” The homeroom teacher, Zhang Meiqing, was a 45-year-old middle-aged woman. In her previous life, Sang Yu had some impression of her—a very responsible female teacher who had helped her numerous times.
“Thank you, Teacher Zhang.”Sang Yu spoke softly, her voice sweet and coquettish with a captivating lilt, as if she were acting cute.”
In her past life, Sang Yu had always been ashamed of her voice because Jiang Yi had once disdainfully remarked that her voice was too promiscuous.
As if she could act cute with any man, deliberately trying to seduce.
So from then on, she rarely spoke.
But Huo Yan particularly loved hearing her talk, especially during intimate moments when he would coax her in various ways to speak.
Given a second chance at life, Sang Yu wouldn’t be as foolish as before. Her voice was a natural advantage, not the promiscuity Jiang Yi had labeled it.
Zhang Meiqing paused slightly, then smiled. “Your voice is really lovely.”
Sang Yu blushed faintly and remained silent.
“Everyone quiet down, let me introduce a new classmate.” Zhang Meiqing led her into the classroom.
The noisy students immediately quieted somewhat, their gazes collectively focusing on Sang Yu.
As newly enrolled university students, they were all quite mature, their looks carrying varying degrees of scrutiny and curiosity when observing Sang Yu.
Sang Yu gripped her backpack straps, not looking downward, but she distinctly felt that among the dozens of gazes, one was particularly intense.
She lifted her eyes to look below.
At the very back of the classroom, a boy in a black hoodie had sharp, handsome features with distinct contours, cool fair skin, and thin lips slightly pressed together. Leaning on the desk with one hand, his eyes were appraising her.
He exuded an air of lazy allure.
Meeting the boy’s direct and undisguised examining gaze, Sang Yu didn’t retreat. Instead, she blinked lightly, a hint of charm flickering at the corners of her eyes.
Like a silent signal,
Instantly, the boy’s lips curled into a smile, a trace of amusement flashing in his eyes before he looked away.
Sang Yu slowly withdrew her gaze and continued standing obediently beside Zhang Meiqing.
When introducing herself, she appeared just as well-behaved, shy, and reserved. “Hello everyone, I’m Sang Yu. I hope we can all help each other out in the future.”
Zhang Meiqing was quite satisfied with Sang Yu. Since university had just started and military training had recently ended, seating arrangements were still temporary. There were no extra seats in the class except for one at the very back. Zhang Meiqing frowned slightly but still said, “Sang Yu, you’ll sit with Huo Yan temporarily.”
Sang Yu blinked, her gaze falling on the boy at the back row.
He seemed to have lost interest in her already, burying his head to sleep again.
“Okay.” Sang Yu replied obediently, carrying her backpack to the last row and pulling out the seat next to Huo Yan to sit down.
As soon as Zhang Meiqing left, the classroom returned to its noisy state.
Huo Yan had his head down, sleeping, appearing completely uninterested in his new deskmate.
Sang Yu wasn’t anxious at all. She took out a wet wipe, cleaned the desktop, and slowly arranged her books on it.
The boys in front couldn’t contain their curiosity and turned around to strike up a conversation with Sang Yu.
“Hey, little classmate, which high school did you graduate from?” Zhang Qile asked with curiosity. His first impression of Sang Yu was that this classmate looked incredibly ethereal, and their soft-spoken introduction earlier was just too damn well-behaved.
Sang Yu’s dark, delicate eyelashes lowered slightly as they replied, “Qinghe.”
“Holy shit…” Zhang Qile felt his bones instantly turn to jelly and couldn’t help but swear.
That voice was just too damn pleasant. Closing his eyes, it felt like a little fairy was coquettishly whispering to him.
“Little classmate, could you say that again? I didn’t quite catch it just now,” Zhang Qile shamelessly requested.
Sang Yu’s face flushed slightly as they lowered their head, though their gaze drifted toward Huo Yan, who was sleeping with his head on the desk. They repeated, “Qinghe High School. That’s where I attended high school.”
“Qinghe! I have a childhood friend who went there too. We’re practically half-fellow townspeople. Little classmate, how about we exchange WeChat contacts?”
“Sure.” Sang Yu’s eyes continued to secretly observe Huo Yan, their eyebrows lifting slightly. The eighteen-year-old Huo Yan was indeed quite restrained.
Hmm, I just wonder how long that restraint will last.
“Come on, let me scan your code.” Before Zhang Qile could retract his grinning expression, a book came flying straight at him.
From the adjacent seat, a boy lazily stretched, revealing his lean waist where a small section of tattoo peeked out from his lower abdomen—unexpectedly sensual.
He spoke, his voice both cold and languid:
“Zhang Qile, stop being horny in broad daylight in front of me.”