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

Chapter 154 probably hasn't been seen yet...

The next morning, Zhang Muchen was woken up by his phone alarm.

He frowned, reached for his phone on the bedside table, and groggily opened his eyes to check the time.

"It's five o'clock..."

He tossed his phone onto the bedside table, stretched out his arm, and yawned. He then lingered in bed for a few minutes before slowly sitting up.

"Getting up early... is truly an inhuman thing."

He yawned repeatedly while rubbing the tears from the corners of his eyes, his voice muffled.

Normally, he wouldn't set an alarm clock and would sleep until he naturally woke up. But now, in order to be on the same wavelength as the Chu Jiuli sisters and get into similar universities, he has to work incredibly hard.

The sky outside was still dark, with only a faint, cool light filtering through the gaps in the curtains and reflecting on the wall.

Zhang Muchen limped towards the bathroom, his footsteps echoing across the floor. Although the wound on his knee had scabbed over, it still throbbed with pain.

When he reached the bathroom door, he gently pushed it open, and the light turned on with a snap.

The next second, the lights illuminated the entire bathroom, and the white tiles reflected a cool luster.

A shocked face came into Zhang Muchen's eyes.

Liu Wuyang was sitting on the toilet, her hair slightly disheveled and her white shirt a little wrinkled.

Their eyes met precisely under the light, and the air froze instantly.

Zhang Muchen's gaze involuntarily slid downwards—

Black stockings were pulled down to the knees, bunching up with lace-trimmed panties. Above the knees, the snow-white, full skin of her thighs was fully exposed. A little further back, one could vaguely see her fair, rounded buttocks.
"call out!"

A roll of toilet paper hit him squarely on the forehead.

"You brat, still looking?"

Liu Wuyang's face instantly flushed red as she frantically tried to pull up her stockings, the fabric rustling as it rubbed against each other.

“Turn around!” she shouted through gritted teeth.

Zhang Muchen covered her forehead and took a half step back: "Sister Yang, what kind of kind person goes to the bathroom without turning on the lights or locking the door? How can you blame me?"

Liu Wuyang stared intently at him, her brows furrowed. Seeing her like this, Zhang Muchen quickly opened a crack in the door and slipped out.

Just as the door was about to close, he suddenly poked half his head back and said with a half-smile, "I didn't see anything, but I just thought the tiles in Sister Yang's house were really white."

After saying that, Zhang Muchen closed the bathroom door.

In the bathroom, Liu Wuyang gritted her teeth in anger. She looked down at her thighs, which were unconsciously clenched together, and a blush rose on her face.

"I was keeping my legs together, so no one should have seen me, right?"

In the living room, Zhang Muchen sat on the sofa playing on his phone. The sound of the toilet flushing came from the bathroom, followed by the click of the bathroom door opening, and Liu Wuyang walking out expressionlessly.

"Sister Yang, are you done?" Zhang Muchen looked up and showed a standard eight-tooth smile.

Liu Wuyang did not respond, but crossed her arms and leaned against the wall.

Her gaze was cold as she stared intently at the grinning, mischievous student.

“Zhang Muchen.” She tapped her fingers rhythmically on her arm. “Do you remember whose house this is?”

"Of course, it's Sister Yang's house."

"Since you remember, then you'd better behave yourself and follow the rules."

Zhang Muchen clasped his hands together obediently: "I swear I'm extremely well-behaved. Last night, after you fell asleep, I very respectfully escorted you to your bedroom. Even Liu Xiahui (a legendary figure known for his chastity) would offer me a cigarette."

Liu Wuyang narrowed her eyes: "You're still very proud?"

"Extremely proud."

Zhang Muchen straightened her chest.

Liu Wuyang stared speechlessly at the glib-tongued student, and sighed after a moment.

This brat, you can't really say he's frivolous, but he hasn't done anything wrong either; you can't say he's honest, but he has a really sharp tongue.

She waved her hand, "Never mind."

"It was my own fault for not locking the door this time, so I can't blame you," she muttered to herself.

But I'll definitely lock the door next time.

Huh? Next time?

Liu Wuyang blinked, then suddenly felt a pang in her heart.

"Wait a minute, why would there be a next time? Next time I'll just not open the door for him, won't I?"

She glanced at Zhang Muchen, who was still grinning at her, and snorted inwardly.

"You brat, next time I'll really lock you out." "By the way, why are you up so early today? You usually don't go to morning self-study until after seven."

“I love learning,” Zhang Muchen replied simply.

"Oh?" Liu Wuyang raised an eyebrow. "What, you've become more interested in learning now that I've quit my job?"

"Because we wanted Yang-jie to wear the succubus outfit."

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The air froze for three seconds. Then Liu Wuyang strode towards the bedroom.

"boom!"

The bedroom door was slammed shut without hesitation.

"Go to your morning self-study session." A cold voice came from inside the room.

Tsk.

Zhang Muchen glanced at the bedroom door and a smirk appeared on his lips.

"Sister Yang, you're definitely going to wear the succubus outfit, I told you so."

After saying that, he grabbed his coat from the hanger and walked out of the room.

No. 1 Middle School, Grade 2, Class 9.

The school building carried a hint of winter chill, and students walked into their classrooms looking sleepy.

Some people slumped over the table to catch up on sleep as soon as they sat down, while others leaned back in their chairs and yawned.

Zhang Muchen squeezed through the crowd and walked in. As soon as he got to his seat, he noticed that Chu Jiuli was already there, focused on studying.

Zhang Muchen tilted her head and looked at her: "Classmate, you're always so energetic when you come here, what's your secret?"

Chu Jiuli paused in her hand, then looked up at him: "The secret?"

She shifted her gaze slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "Maybe I just want to become a better version of myself."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Muchen clapped silently.

OK OK.

Are you trying to give me a pep talk first thing in the morning?
He looked at Chu Jiuli's serious expression, his eyes glistening slightly.

"You'll be very successful in the future, my deskmate," Zhang Muchen said with a smile.

After saying that, he turned his gaze and glanced at Wang Shishi, who was lying motionless in front of him.

"Hey, Bro, wake up. Get up and become a better version of yourself."

Zhang Muchen reached out and patted Wang Shishi on the shoulder.

The girl frowned, looked up groggily, and asked in a daze, "Huh? Dude, what's wrong?"

"Get up and study."

Wang Shishi rubbed her eyes and pouted, "Ah... let me lie down for a while longer, I'm so sleepy..."

"Why sleep so much before death? You'll have plenty of time to sleep after you die," Zhang Muchen said seriously.

Wang Shishi paused for a moment, looked up at him, and said with a deep look in her eyes, "Dude, I've heard that so many times I'm sick of it. It doesn't work on me."

Zhang Muchen chuckled and tapped her on the head: "Then go to sleep."

Wang Shishi blinked, rubbed the spot where she had been tapped, and murmured with a wronged expression, "Goodnight, buddy. I'm going to hibernate..."

She lay back down, hugged her arms, and continued to doze off.

Zhang Muchen shook his head, a smile playing on his lips, and casually flipped open the math paper, his gaze gradually focusing.

After a moment, he calmed down and began to work on the problem. The scratching sound of his pen tip moving across the draft paper could be heard from time to time, along with his muttering to himself in a low voice.

Sitting next to her, Chu Jiuli turned her head slightly, drawn by the soft sounds.

Her gaze fell on Zhang Muchen.

The boy was frowning slightly as he worked out a complex function, his gaze serious and his expression focused. His scratch paper was covered with densely packed formulas.

Chu Jiuli's gaze lingered for a few seconds before gently shifting away to look back at her book.

Outside the window, the sun slowly rose above the horizon. The first rays of golden sunlight streamed through the classroom window and fell on the desks.

The classroom was quiet, with only the soft movement of pens and the occasional sound of turning pages.

A new day begins, and the ordinary high school life quietly unfolds.

(End of this chapter)