What the fuck?
Lu Mingxuan stared blankly at the sky.
What kind of potion did this dog-of-a-person Wang Jingyuan give to Lu Qingyan that she would even sell out her own brother??
Lu Mingxuan refused to give up as he continued to argue strongly for the truth, "You are joking. Why would Wang Jingyuan run here instead of doing morning reading?"
But before anyone could back him up, Wang Jingyuan, who had been leaning lazily against the wall like he had all the ti in the world, raised his gaze.
His eyes, indifferent and sharp, swept over Lu Mingxuan with all the grace of a guillotine.
His voice was calm. Almost bored. "Why does it matter to you where I go?"
Lu Mingxuan blinked. His ears rang. He could almost hear imaginary crowds gasping in slow motion.
The words had no emotion, no weight. Yet to Lu Mingxuan, it was like this bastard had just grabbed his pride, slamd it against the school wall, and spat on it.
He laughed. Out of anger. Out of helplessness.
"Okay, okay, okay—" Lu Mingxuan’s jaw clenched so hard it could probably crush a peanut.
Wen Mingming handed him the pen, "Stop talking nonsense, write down your na and class. If you hurry back now, you can still attend morning reading."
Lu Mingxuan felt that today was the most suffocating day in his life.
It was one thousand—no, ten thousand tis more suffocating than the day he was beaten by Wang Jingyuan.
Lu Qingyan ignored Lu Mingxuan’s eyes that seed like knives were about to fly out, and repeatedly nodded,
Lu Qingyan, anwhile, was acting like a completely innocent bystander, as if she hadn’t just stabbed him in the back with a glittery, bedazzled dagger.
She even had the gall to say, "Right, although I don’t want to write your na down... rules are rules."
Lu Mingxuan glared at her, his gaze sharp enough to slice steel, then angrily signed his na like he was surrendering his country in a ti of war.
If this were a historical drama, a tragic guzheng would be playing in the background.
***
Wen Mingming seed to be entangled for a long ti on their way back before she finally opened her mouth.
She slowly said, "Xiao Yan, you and the God of Study are seatmates?"
Lu Qingyan nodded, "Mhm, we just happened to be grouped together."
Wen Mingming leaned over, "Xiao Yan, can you do a favor?"
She lowered her voice until it was barely above a whisper. Her expression turned... mysterious. "Actually..."
"I may just be an ordinary officer of the student union on the surface, but in reality, I am actually a mber of a mysterious underground organization."
Wen Mingming’s face was embarrassed, "It’s just that recently the organization gave a very difficult mission."
Lu Qingyan: ? ? ?
Wen Mingming continued, "The organization wanted to gather information on Wang Jingyuan."
Lu Qingyan was dumbfounded, "What organization?"
Wen Mingming took out her phone and clicked on a groupchat.
[Appreciation Group for the Handso Brothers of Major Universities in Beijing City]
Announcent: Quietly embrace the photos! It is forbidden to leak the classified information of the organization! Comrcial use is prohibited!!
Lu Qingyan stared.
"Is this so kind of cult?"
Wen Mingming sighed, "I’m from the Liyang Private School branch, so I’m responsible for uploading the photos of the handso guys from here. The others are okay, but it’s just the Learning God that I still don’t have, other than ones that are from really far away..."
"Those from the nearby high schools always said that the attractiveness index of our school was only so-so. If the photo of Boss Jing ca out, I’d like to see who’d still dare to call us so-so!"
After a pause, Wen Mingming’s tone was slightly emotional, "Plus, there’s a sister in the group that said she’s terminally ill, and she just wanted to see Wang Jingyuan’s picture before she dies."
Lu Qingyan: ? ? ?
"Xiao Yan, you are seatmates with him and it seems like you two can also hold a conversation."
Lu Qingyan: "..."
It’s just a few polite phrases, nothing more. You are thinking too much.
"Xiao Yan, can you see if you can help capture a high-quality photo. If you can do it, I’ll treat you to a big al, whether it’d be Fu Chun Ju or the TRB Hutomg, I’ll let you choose."
Lu Qingyan stared at Wen Mingming’s gaze that was full of expectations.
After a long ti, she finally surrendered and said, "Mm...I’ll try, but it might not be successful."
Wen Mingming patted her shoulder, appearing obviously relieved, "It’s already good you have this heart. I don’t even have the guts to raise my phone up in front of the Boss."
***
When Lu Qingyan first agreed, she hadn’t expected it to be so difficult to carry out.
Lu Qingyan tried to sneak a peek.
Wang Jingyuan was slouched over, one elbow on the desk, eyes closed. He looked like a sculpture. A sleepy, grumpy sculpture.
She stealthily slipped her phone out of her sleeve, holding it like a spy on a mission. Her palms were sweating. She hadn’t been this nervous since that ti she accidentally wore mismatched shoes to school.
Just as she aid...
Click—
Wang Jingyuan stirred.
Lu Qingyan panicked and imdiately pretended to yawn. Her phone almost flew out of her hand.
He cracked open one eye.
"...You good?"
She froze, grinned awkwardly.
"Ahaha, yeah, just... sleepy. Long night."
He grunted, uninterested.
Second period. She tried again.
This ti, he was writing. His posture perfect, hand movents fluid.
Lu Qingyan reached out, inch by inch, phone angled perfectly.
Just as her thumb hovered over the shutter—
He looked up.
Lu Qingyan almost had a stroke.
She dropped her eraser on purpose. "Oops!"
Wang Jingyuan stared at her for a long mont before going back to writing.
Lu Qingyan slouched in her desk.
Why was it so hard to photograph this man?!
She wasn’t even trying to sneak into a governnt facility—just take one decent picture of her seatmate! And yet, it felt like trying to scale the Great Wall in heels!
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