Zhang Qizhi had left a few minutes earlier with a visibly unsettled expression, leaving only the two of them to sort the textbooks by category and place them on the desks.
Song Yu couldn’t help but glance at Cheng Yao, trying to find any clues as to how the protagonist shou and the white moonlight had suddenly become so close.
Perhaps the intensity of Song Yu’s gaze was too scorching, as Cheng Yao began to feel a bit embarrassed.
“Is something wrong?”
Song Yu let out a mischievous chuckle, unable to hide his gossipy curiosity. But before he could ask his question, another person walked into the classroom, Lu Zhi.
Upon seeing Song Yu, Lu Zhi instinctively furrowed his brows. However, when his eyes landed on Cheng Yao, they widened in surprise.
“Excuse me, this classroom is currently being used by our class. May I ask who you are?” Cheng Yao placed the book in his hand on the desk, his face full of confusion.
That face was one Lu Zhi had seen countless times in his dreams. But in those dreams, Cheng Yao was always hysterical, disheveled, timid, and pitiful, so much so that he could never clearly make out his features.
“Cheng… Yao?”
“Yes, that’s me.” Cheng Yao blinked in confusion upon hearing his name.
“You…” Lu Zhi frowned. “At this time, you shouldn’t be…”
“No, wait. Back then, I didn’t pass by that place, and you didn’t succeed in ambushing me.”
His voice suddenly grew softer. When he looked up again, his expression was a mix of pity and barely concealed disdain. “So this is your class’s evening study room.”
Ambush?
Song Yu, standing to the side, was inwardly startled.
Cheng Yao couldn’t understand what this person was saying, but he wasn’t foolish either. The way this person looked at him was deeply uncomfortable.
That gaze reminded him of the way the Cheng family looked at him, as if he were a toy. He clenched his fists slightly, his expression instantly turning cold.
“Yes, so if there’s nothing else, you can leave.”
Lu Zhi hadn’t expected Cheng Yao, who in his dreams was as timid as a hamster, to say something like this.
“If you don’t leave soon, I’ll assume you’re the one who took it if any textbook goes missing later,” Song Yu said, his courage growing now that he hadn’t received any OOC warnings lately.
Song Yu: “…”
Spoke too soon.
Hearing Song Yu’s words, Lu Zhi was so shocked that he couldn’t speak for a moment.
No.
In his dreams, weren’t these two supposed to be rivals, competing for his attention? Why did they seem so harmonious now?
“This building belongs to our School of Music and Dance. I’m surprised you have time to come here, Lu. You must have something urgent to discuss with someone, right?” Song Yu instantly wiped the impatience from his face, replacing it with concern.
“To avoid wasting your time, we won’t keep you.”
Noticing the heavy dark circles under Lu Zhi’s eyes, Song Yu added with a fake smile, “Look at those dark circles, you clearly haven’t been sleeping well. If you can’t sleep, remember to take some sleeping pills when you get back.”
“One pill isn’t enough? Take two.”
Although Lu Zhi found the comment a bit strange, it put him at ease, and his doubts gradually faded.
He had already verified it so many times, that dream couldn’t possibly lie to him. It couldn’t be fake.
“I need to see Brother Heng. I thought I saw him come in earlier.”
“If you’re looking for him, he’s already left.”
Hearing that he had already left, Lu Zhi couldn’t help but frown deeply.
Song Yu saw this as a perfect opportunity to gather information.
“What’s wrong?” he stepped forward, his face full of concern. “Is there something urgent?”
“The person probably hasn’t gone far yet.”
“It’s fine. Next time when I have time, I’ll make sure to properly entertain you. I heard at last night’s birthday party that Brother Wen already had a driver take you back.”
Song Yu nodded without a hint of guilt. “I drank a bit too much last night, so I went back early.”
“I forgot to wish you a happy birthday.”
Song Yu cautiously glanced at the system in front of him and saw that the alarm had finally stopped. He slowly let out a sigh of relief.
Beside him, Cheng Yao’s phone vibrated twice, it was Jiang Yuanheng urging him to come down.
[Someone suddenly came looking for you]
[Looking for me?]
[I don’t know them. They came in saying some really strange things and are now talking to Song Yu]
“Huh.” Jiang Yuanheng probably guessed who it was. He glanced casually at Lu Qiwen.
“Yaoyao told me someone went to that classroom looking for me. Who in this school would come looking for me? And they know Song Yu too~”
Lu Qiwen suddenly stopped in his tracks.
As if enjoying the drama, Jiang Yuanheng even had Cheng Yao secretly take a blurry photo of the two figures.
“Oh, is it really Lu Zhi?”
Lu Qiwen stood to the side, pretending not to care at all, but his phoenix eyes couldn’t help but glance at Jiang Yuanheng’s phone screen.
In the blurry photo, Song Yu and Lu Zhi were standing almost shoulder to shoulder. Even though the image was unclear, it was obvious that both of them were smiling, and the atmosphere seemed great.
“Huh, you know, looking at them like this, they actually seem quite compatible. Could it be that Lu…”
Before Jiang Yuanheng could finish his sentence, he caught a whiff of a scent and quickly put away his phone, stepping back. “Are you having another episode? Your pheromones are leaking out.”
“Hurry up and rein it in. I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back and might just go up and fight you.”
Lu Qiwen calmly retracted his pheromones. “Maybe.”
Jiang Yuanheng didn’t think it was that simple, but he also knew that even if Lu Qiwen were burned to ashes, his mouth would still be the last thing to go.
“I’m not going to talk to you anymore. I need to get ready to pick up Yaoyao for lunch.”
Soon, only Lu Qiwen remained standing in place. He took out his phone, opened WeChat, and clicked into a chat window with a note that was a small fish emoji.
However, after a long while, he didn’t type a single word.
After everyone in the class had gradually taken their textbooks, Song Yu hurried to his part-time job.
He skillfully entered through the side back door, but before he could get close, he heard Sister Zheng’s coquettish voice from inside.
“You rascal, alright. When that kid comes later, come pick me up.”
“I think he’s already here.”
Song Yu lifted the door curtain and bowed slightly to Sister Zheng. “Sister Zheng.”
“You’re here.” Sister Zheng stubbed out her cigarette and waved her hand to fan away the remaining smoke in the enclosed space. “You can take over from here. You’re off at six in the evening.”
Sunday afternoons were unusually busy, especially with delivery orders. Finally, when it was time to get off work, a loud engine roar echoed outside. Through the door curtain, Song Yu vaguely saw a red sports car parked at the back door, and Sister Zheng was saying goodbye to someone.
Through the curtain, Song Yu couldn’t see who was sitting in the sports car.
“Is that your boyfriend, Sister?” After getting familiar, Song Yu dared to joke around.
Sister Zheng took a cigarette out of her bag, lit it with practiced ease, and the smoke blurred her features. “What kind of partner? More like a nemesis.”
“I’ll transfer your wages directly today. Don’t you have class tonight? Let’s go.”
Seeing this, Song Yu didn’t say anything more. She slung her bag over her shoulder, grabbed a quick bite outside, and had just stepped into the classroom when her phone rang.
Looking at the caller ID, Song Yu’s heart skipped a beat.
It was her mother.