The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 125 Contentment Leads to Emptiness
The room was quiet, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall, gently marking the passage of time.

Shan Yu's expression remained calm.

She simply described the pulse she felt based on her own knowledge, without any selfish motives.

But Liu Wuyang had no intention of staying any longer.

She quickly filled out the form, then, in her high heels, she lost her balance and stumbled as she hurriedly walked out.

As Shan Yu watched her retreating figure, she tilted her head slightly and muttered to herself thoughtfully, "Teacher Liu's stumbling and bumping manner is quite consistent with the appearance of a weak and floating pulse."

Zhang Muchen clicked his tongue.

This Shan Yu is something else; she actually managed to completely overwhelm Sister Yang.

However, to be fair, her pulse diagnosis was probably accurate. Because I am indeed very masculine.

I feel energetic every morning.

The surging power was impossible to suppress.

Gee tut.

Zhang Muchen chuckled softly, pulling himself back to reality. He picked up the pen on the table and quickly filled out the rest of the form before handing it to Shan Yu.

"Sis, I've finished writing. I'm going back to study now."

Dan Yu took the form, nodded, and said gently, "Okay, be careful on the road."

Bye-bye, sis.

Zhang Muchen grinned and left the receipts tucked in his notebook on the table. Then he opened the door and chased after Liu Wuyang in a few quick steps.

It was very windy outside the school hospital.

Under the greyish-white sky, the winter wind, carrying a slight chill, swept across the campus's concrete pavement, swirling up a few withered yellow leaves.

Liu Wuyang wrapped her trench coat tighter, her long hair being ruffled by the wind.

She lowered her head, hugged her arms, hunched her shoulders, and slowed her pace slightly.

The sound of her high heels clicking on the cement floor echoed with her steps, the rhythm clear and distinct.

Her lips were slightly pursed, and there was still a trace of warmth lingering at the base of her ears.

It's getting colder.

She muttered something under her breath, her breath spreading through the air.

Suddenly, the wind subsided considerably, as if it had been blocked by something.

Liu Wuyang looked up and saw a familiar black figure blocking her way.

Zhang Muchen appeared in front of her without her noticing, his hands in his pockets, like a warm wall shielding her from the cold wind.

Liu Wuyang was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously lowered her head, her ears turning even redder.

This guy.
It's quite suitable for blocking the wind.

Zhang Muchen turned around, wanting to glance at Liu Wuyang. However, the latter's slender, fair fingers suddenly gripped his down jacket gently, the grip light but revealing a hint of dependence.

"Turn back, hurry up, block the wind for me." Liu Wuyang said softly, her head slightly lowered.

Zhang Muchen turned around helplessly and walked forward.

The wind howled through the campus, swirling up a few withered leaves. However, Liu Wuyang's world was perfectly hidden by this black down jacket.

She gripped Zhang Muchen's clothes tightly, her fingers tightening slightly.

The coolness of my palms against the warmth of the down jacket felt comforting.

"Sister Yang, you're dressed too lightly. It's almost the end of November, and you're still wearing a trench coat?"

"It was quite warm at noon, but who knew the weather would change in the afternoon."

Liu Wuyang muttered to herself, her steps unconsciously quickening as she followed.

"Be more careful in the future. Sister Shanyu just told me that your pulse is weak and you need to take good care of yourself. In particular, you need to be more moderate."

Zhang Muchen emphasized the word "restraint".

Liu Wuyang stopped in her tracks, and the hand holding his down jacket stiffened slightly.

control?

A faint pink blush instantly rose to the base of her ears.

Damn it, Shan Yu, how come you're so accurate at taking pulses?
The silence behind him confirmed Zhang Muchen's diagnosis. A smirk played on his lips as he added fuel to the fire: "Sister Shan Yu also said that desire and emptiness are linked. So, Sister Yang, you can't always masturbate at night."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his waist.

Liu Wuyang pinched the soft flesh on his side hard and twisted it 180 degrees.

hiss~
Zhang Muchen gasped sharply, tears welling up in her eyes.

"You brat, dare to say another word?" Liu Wuyang gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with annoyance.

"Sister Yang, I was wrong, let go."

Zhang Muchen looked down at his side waist, wincing in pain.

Liu Wuyang snorted coldly and punched him in the back before letting go.

Zhang Muchen rubbed the reddened area, a wicked look flashing in his eyes.

"Sister Yang, I still have to say it—you can't always have unrestrained pleasure at night."

He deliberately dragged out his words: "When desires are full, they become empty."

"?"

Liu Wuyang looked up, her eyes seeming to pierce through him.

Who told you I'm unrestrained?

"Who gave you permission to talk to the teacher like that?"

"You brat, you're asking for it."

Liu Wuyang raised the red handbag in her hand and threw it at Zhang Muchen.

Zhang Muchen laughed and dodged.

Woman, why are you so nervous and impulsive?

I was right about everything.

Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to be such a little pervert in private.

I don't know how to meet the needs tonight.

Looking at his expression, Liu Wuyang suddenly realized that he was doing it on purpose.

That brat just wants to see me panic.

Liu Wuyang bit her lip, glaring at Zhang Muchen who had a mischievous grin on his face, her fingers unconsciously tightening.

Oh no, this kid is definitely thinking dirty thoughts.

Liu Wuyang's ears turned even redder.

Back to the classroom.

Zhang Muchen had just stepped inside when the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

English teacher Li Cuilan glanced at him, but didn't say anything, only nodded slightly.

That's the privilege of being good at English.

As long as he wasn't lost and his grades remained consistently good, Teacher Li wouldn't interfere. Zhang Muchen returned to his seat and leaned back lazily. He propped his forehead with one hand and took out his phone with the other to send a WeChat message to Liu Wuyang.

Drive safely and let me know when you get home.

After sending the message, he casually shoved his phone into the desk drawer, looked up, and his gaze fell on Chu Jiuli.

"Hey deskmate, I've got everything ready for you."

Chu Jiuli was tidying up her textbooks when she heard Zhang Muchen's voice and slightly raised her eyes.

A subtle flicker crossed his eyes.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"Dude, what did you do for Jiu Li?"

Wang Shishi suddenly turned around, placed her hands on Zhang Muchen's table, and her eyes were full of gossip.

"Running around to get reimbursement."

"Oh."

Wang Shishi tilted her head and suddenly leaned closer to Chu Jiuli.

"Jiuli, let's go shopping this weekend. I want to buy some outfits so I can look beautiful when I go to Jinling!"

Chu Jiuli paused slightly as she flipped through her textbook, looked up at Wang Shishi, and said seriously, "I'm going to attend an academic exchange, not to play around."

"Waaaaah, boring academic genius." Wang Shishi pouted.

"Dude, will you come shopping with me?" Wang Shishi looked at Zhang Muchen with sparkling eyes.

"Not interested in."

"..."

The girl's face immediately fell.

"I finally managed to get a 50,000 yuan credit line from my dad, thinking of treating you all to a trip, but none of you were willing," Wang Shishi said, arms crossed and pouting.

Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow: "Didn't you say you were going to apply for a credit line of 100,000 from your dad?"

"It was rejected. He said I spend money too much and that I should learn to be more restrained..."

Zhang Muchen scoffed lightly: "Don't you think you spend money recklessly?"

Wang Shishi chuckled, her eyes darting away: "I'm not..."

Spend your money on the people you like.

She paused, blinked, and suddenly stopped talking, silently swallowing the rest of her sentence.

She didn't say it aloud, but simply tapped her fingertip lightly on the desk.

Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow at her slightly lowered eyes, quite surprised: "Bro, why are you suddenly so quiet?"

Zhang Muchen felt a little uncomfortable with this guy's lack of banter.

Wang Shishi remained silent, and the atmosphere became somewhat quiet for a moment.

Chu Jiuli raised her eyes, looked at Wang Shishi who had a strange expression, then looked at Zhang Muchen, and suddenly said softly, "Zhang Muchen, I'll treat you to dinner sometime."

"Ok?"

Zhang Muchen was about to take a sip of water when he heard this and stopped, turning to look at her.

"Huh? Why are you suddenly treating your buddy to dinner?"

The gloom in Wang Shishi's eyes suddenly vanished, and her gossip spirit burned brightly.

That's right, the gossip king is online!
"He helped me with the reimbursement." Chu Jiuli said calmly, looking down at her book.

"Oh."

After listening, Wang Shishi looked away with some disappointment.

Gossip King is offline...

"Hey, I don't want to eat."

Zhang Muchen's gaze fell on Chu Jiuli's pencil case: "Can you give me that?"

Chu Jiuli followed his gaze and found that he was referring to a colorful woven bracelet in her pencil case.

Zhang Muchen had noticed the bracelet long ago. Chu Jiuli wore it often, and when she wasn't wearing it, she would put it in her pencil case.

Zhang Muchen had always thought it was pretty, and now she was looking for an opportunity to get it.

However, Chu Jiuli gently stroked the bracelet with her fingers, her eyes flickering slightly.

"I'm sorry, I can't give you this."

"Oh, okay. It's important to you?"

"Well, it's very important."

"Alright, then treat me to dinner." Zhang Muchen shrugged.

Chu Jiuli didn't reply, lowering her head to continue reading. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow, and her fingertips unconsciously touched the bracelet, seemingly lost in thought.

This bracelet was left to me by my mother before she passed away.

Four in total.

My younger sister has one too.

My mother said that if I meet someone I like, I should give this bracelet to them.

Therefore, I cannot give it to myself.

but……

Why did my heart beat faster than usual when I refused?
Chu Jiuli was lost in thought.

Zhang Muchen's gaze remained fixed on the woven bracelet.

This must be very important to your deskmate.

He stroked his chin, pondering how to get Chu Jiuli to willingly hand over the bracelet to him.

Ok……

The more unattainable something is, the more I, Zhang Muchen, want it!

The school bell rang.

Wang Shishi turned around, lazily propping her head up with her hand, pouting as she pondered how to trick Chu Jiuli and Zhang Muchen into going shopping together this weekend.

Behind her, Chu Jiuli lowered her head, her fingers turning the pages of a book.

He appears focused, but his mind has already wandered far away.

And Zhang Muchen—

He was slyly plotting how to cleverly get Chu Jiuli to give him the bracelet herself.

The classroom gradually became quiet.

Outside the window, golden sunlight slanted in, falling on them and casting a soft, warm hue.

Seventeen-year-old boys and girls, each with their own secrets.

……

(End of this chapter)