You're my wife, don't doubt it!

“Who doesn’t need social interaction?” Yu Luying retorted. “If someone revolves around you all the time, wouldn’t they become useless?”

“Ha,” Xiao Yao said, “that makes sense.”

"Besides," Yu Luying said angrily, "our orchestra's level is nowhere near as bad as you say. We're rehearsing new pieces this semester, and we're still in the adjustment phase, okay?"

"Okay, okay, whatever you say." Xiao Yao said, while slumping onto the table, looking rather bored.

One of his arms dangled on the table like the neck of a plesiosaur, while his cheek was pressed tightly against the neck of a plesiosaur.

"I'm so tired," Xiao Yao muttered. "Qingwei has skateboarding club on Mondays, street dance club on Fridays, and band rehearsals on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I have to go with her all of them. On Wednesdays, we also have to go to the history club together. I haven't been able to get home from school on time even once this week."

"Move over there, you've already crossed the 38th parallel." Yu Luying didn't respond to Xiao Yao's words, but instead nudged the plesiosaur's neck with her elbow.

The plesiosaur did not back down; instead, it intensified its efforts and penetrated deeper into enemy territory.

"I poked you with a compass," Yu Luying warned.

"Go ahead and poke me if you're not afraid of the pain," Xiao Yao said lazily.

"Shameless," Yu Luying muttered, shifting the chair slightly to the left.

"What grade are you in?" Xiao Yao said. "We're already in our second year of high school, and you're still playing these childish games like 'happy house'? And what's with all this talk about drawing a line between us? Besides, who are we? What's our relationship? And—"

"What's with all this talk about who's who?" Yu Luying retorted. "Aren't they just ordinary classmates?"

“Yes, yes, just a classmate.” Xiao Yao drawled, “You borrowed my eraser, and I’ve read your diary.”

“Your daughter said, ‘Who keeps a diary?’” Yu Luying said.

"What utter nonsense," Xiao Yao commented.

Yu Luying ignored him and focused on her homework.

"Will you remember tomorrow what you wrote in your diary yesterday? Will you still think of the you who used to cry so easily?" Xiao Yao arched his neck again, rested his chin on his hand, and looked at Yu Luying as he softly sang: "The teachers can no longer remember you, can't guess the questions~ I only remembered you, my deskmate, by chance when I saw the photo~ Who married you, so sentimental? Who comforted you, so prone to tears? Who read the letter I wrote to you? Who threw it into the wind~~~"

“The turtle carries the barbershop. Hey, our poetry club has recruited three more people now, right?” Yu Luying said while doing her homework. “Counting the three of us, there are six people in total. If we recruit just one more person, we’ll reach the minimum number of members required to reunite the club, right?”

"Getting people should be easy. I'll take you to ask that guy who's a new freshman after class."

"Who?"

“That guy, the one who wrote that weird poem for Shen… Qingwei,” Xiao Yao said.

"Speechless," Yu Luying said. "Aren't you afraid of letting a wolf into your house?"

“What does cultural confidence mean?” Xiao Yao asked.

"Whatever, it's none of my business," Yu Luying muttered.

“The key issue isn’t the number of people—your two clubs take up four days in total, plus the history club, I don’t know which day to schedule the poetry club activities for anymore, and I can’t even join the choir—plus we’re short an instructor,” Xiao Yao said.

“It’s easy to find a mentor, I should be able to persuade Professor Yuan,” Yu Luying said, biting her pen cap lightly. “The time… let’s schedule it after the history club meeting on Wednesday, that should be enough.”

"Oh, so the other club members have to wait until we finish our history club meeting?" Xiao Yao said helplessly.

"The history club's time is short, just one class period," Yu Luying said casually.

"Alright, alright," Xiao Yao said, "I really don't know why I'm making things so tiring. My life is so miserable~ Being dragged along by the two of you is almost killing me."

Yu Luying ignored his complaints and continued doing her homework.

"Is this the fate of a double-wife hero?" Xiao Yao said deliberately.

Yu Luying continued to ignore him.

“Sigh, maybe this is what it’s like to have two wives,” Xiao Yao sighed, continuing to probe Yu Luying: “With great power comes great responsibility.”

“It’s good that you know,” Yu Luying said softly a few seconds later without looking up, “So stop complaining.”

Seeing that Yu Luying did not criticize or object to his outrageous statement about having "two wives," but instead tacitly approved of it, Xiao Yao's courage instantly grew again.

For the first time in nearly half a month since their "breakup," he reached out and hugged Yu Luying.

The girl didn't scream, push him away, break free from his embrace, or slap him back—this gave Xiao Yao a signal to take things further.

She turned her head, looked past Xiao Yao's shoulder, glanced outside the classroom, and then calmly looked at Xiao Yao: "What are you doing now?"

That look was exactly like when Law Kar-ying, playing Tang Sanzang, said to Sun Wukong, "What are you doing now?"

Xiao Yao didn't answer her question; his throat was dry and his heart was pounding.

Yu Luying's good attitude sent him some positive signals. Moreover, he hadn't had any physical contact with her for a long time (actually only half a month), and this was in a classroom on campus (the first time for him), which gave him a sense of excitement from the taboo. All of these reasons made him nervous.

He reached out and lifted Yu Luying's chin, and she still did not resist.

Xiao Yao quickly glanced back at the outside of the classroom, then turned back and slowly leaned his head towards it.

Ten centimeters, seven centimeters, five centimeters, three centimeters.

This was Yu Luying's last chance to reject him, but she remained motionless, like a wooden doll.

Do not dodge, do not block, do not cater, and do not close your eyes.

She just stared intently at Xiao Yao with her already large, round eyes.

One centimeter.

Yu Luying's hand moved almost imperceptibly, and her neck shrank back by half a centimeter.

However, Xiao Yao did not notice any of these details because he heard the damned school bell coming from the school broadcast on the upper right of the blackboard.

After so many years of schooling, this was the first time Xiao Yao had ever hated a school bell so much.

A cacophony of noise immediately erupted from the classrooms on either side and in the corridor. Xiao Yao and Yu Luying instinctively separated, facing their desks and sitting upright.

After about half a minute, Yu Luying spoke up: "Weren't you going to try and get that person into the poetry club? When are you planning to go?"

Before the preparatory bell rang, Xiao Yao and Yu Luying found Lin Yu, a student from Class 3 of Grade 1.

"Who are you looking for?" Lin Yu asked them curiously. "Me?"

Lin Yu was one of the first three people to send love letters to Shen Jie. His letter contained a quirky poem, the one that went something like this: "If you are going to travel far north, then I will abandon my decision to go south. Which vast city will you go to? I will ultimately follow you with a heart full of longing..."

The boy was of average height, but quite handsome. Upon seeing his appearance, Xiao Yao's self-proclaimed "cultural confidence" wavered, and he began to seriously consider whether inviting him to join the poetry club was a wise decision.

Just as he was lost in thought, Yu Luying had already taken the initiative to explain her purpose to Lin Yu.

"A poetry club? Great! There's such a club? I'll join!" Lin Yu readily agreed. "Wednesday? No problem—but how did you guys know I... I like writing poetry? ─━_─━"

"Didn't you send a love poem to a high school sophomore?" Xiao Yao replied, "If you're going to travel far north, then I'll abandon my decision to go south. Which vast city are you going to? Did you write it yourself? Or did you copy the lyrics?"

"I guess you could say I wrote it," Lin Yu said, scratching his head a little sheepishly. "But it's based on Zhao Chuan's lyrics, so I've revised and reinterpreted it... Wait a minute! You guys, how did you meet him? How did you find out about it? How did you read it..."

“Oh,” Xiao Yao casually made up, “Xu Qingwei is also a member of our poetry club. She thought your writing was very interesting, so she shared it with us.”

Lin Yu's eyes lit up, sparkling with excitement. This made Xiao Yao even more reluctant to let him join the poetry club and gain more opportunities to interact with Shen Jie.

After school that day, Xiao Yao went to listen to Yu Luying's orchestra's large-scale wood-sawing performance as usual, while Shen Jie sent a message to the two of them to tell them that she was going to have dinner with Yan Xiao.

Should he act as a go-between for Daiyu? That would certainly be a good thing, but Xiao Yao was a little worried about her personal safety when she went out alone, so he ordered Daiyu to secretly follow and protect her.

Upon hearing that he was being asked to do something for him, Daiyu readily agreed without hesitation.

That evening, when Shen Jie returned home, she was so angry that she was yelling and shouting. When asked what was wrong, she revealed that she had broken off all ties with Yan Xiao.

“It’s not that serious,” Xiao Yao advised. “Didn’t you say yourself that being a matchmaker isn’t about arranging marriages? If it doesn’t work out, does that mean people can’t break up? You two are breaking up over this. It’s not right, it’s not right.”

"If our values ​​don't align, it's better not to be friends!" Shen Jie was still furious: "Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together."

"What happened?" Yu Luying asked, holding Shen Jie's cat on her lap.

“It’s hard to explain in a few words,” Shen Jie said, taking a swig of half a glass of water. “Anyway, she was just playing around with Daiyu from the beginning—isn’t that a slap in the face to me, the matchmaker?”

“Speechless,” Xiao Yao sighed. “When we introduced Yan Xiao to Daiyu, we were worried that Daiyu would ruin the girl’s life and leave us in an awkward position. But we guessed the ending right, and it turned out completely the opposite.”

“There’s one more thing,” Shen Jie said. “I’ve saved up three more letters. If you have time tonight, could you write a reply for me?”

"What, it's happening again?" Xiao Yao had already lost his initial enthusiasm: "Just write whatever you want."

"Oh," Shen Jie replied.

"Why are you so attractive to men?" At first, when Shen Jie received the love letter, Xiao Yao felt proud and smug, like his own daughter was the best. But now, he felt a little jealous and threatened.

"What can I do? Do you think I'm not annoyed?" Shen Jie complained loudly, "Do you think my dad sent me to a girls' school?"

"So that's the reason?" Yu Luying was taken aback.

"I don't know, okay, actually I was just making it up." Shen Jie stuck out her little tongue.

Xiao Yao was stunned.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Shen Jie asked curiously.

"It's nothing. Can you do that move again?" Xiao Yao asked. "It's so cute."

"roll roll roll."

"Hey, wife."

"What are you doing again?"

"Why don't you write me a love letter too, handwritten? I've never had one before—"

"roll!"

On Wednesday, September 15, 2004, after school, the first activity of the poetry society after its re-establishment was held as scheduled, thanks to the efforts of Xiao Yao and Yu Luying. This gave Xiao Yao a great sense of accomplishment.

The number of students with narcolepsy at the school remained at three, and the infection did not spread to more students. However, Xiao Yao still reported the matter to Yu Bo, who said he would send people to observe and investigate.