Sweetie, sleep with me tonight.

Jiang Youxi's mind went blank for a moment, and she quickly crouched down and hid under the table.

? ?

He Zhuo stepped in and knocked on the table: "Come out."

"I don't!"

"Okay, I'm leaving then."

He Zhuo turned on his phone and placed it on the table.

A series of footsteps came from the phone. In less than two minutes, two fair hands grabbed the edge of the table, a round head peeked out, followed by a pair of round almond eyes.

Jiang Youxi looked around and inadvertently caught sight of something. Her gaze paused, and she slowly raised her eyes to meet the man's captivating and amorous peach blossom eyes.

He put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head, and smiled at her: "The fish has taken the bait."

"..."

Jiang Youxi then realized that the footsteps she had just heard were coming from his phone.

"You're lying to me?"

"You're really easy to fool."

"..."

Jiang Youxi smiled at him: "Senior He Zhuo, what are you doing here?"

"Attend class."

He Zhuo sat directly in An Xiaoyu's seat.

"That's Xiaoxiao's seat."

"She gave it to me."

"When? How come I didn't know?!" Jiang Youxi turned her head to complain, "Xiaoxiao, he stole your seat!"

"XiXi, I think there's a deep misunderstanding between you two..."

"I don't care what you think."

I only care about what I think.

"..."

An Xiaoyu patted her on the shoulder: "You two talk it out, I won't disturb you."

After saying that, he picked up his books and ran away.

He Zhuo patted the seat next to him and invited with a smile, "Sit down."

Jiang Youxi sat down and took the initiative to explain, "Senior He Zhuo, I really didn't mean to last night, I..."

"Know."

"You really know?"

The man crossed his legs and glanced at her casually: "You did that on purpose."

“…………”

Jiang Youxi retorted, "Fine, things are settled. You can leave now."

"Where to?"

"Go back to your classroom! This is medical school. What are you, a finance student, doing here?"

"Why not?"

"Can you understand the lesson?"

"don't know."

"That's right!" Jiang Youxi said with a smile. "Every field has its own secrets, Senior He Zhuo. How about we go back to the finance department's classroom?"

"Shouldn't we learn what we don't know?"

"what?"

He Zhuo reached out and ruffled her hair: "Junior, your senior will be counting on you from now on."

"..."

Just as Jiang Youxi was about to say something, a sudden exclamation came from the doorway.

"Holy crap, this guy looks a lot like He Zhuo!"

"Wow, isn't that He Zhuo, the senior from the Finance Department?"

"Impossible! What would a finance student be doing in our classroom?"

"That's right, that's He Zhuo! He's elusive and rarely seen, how could he possibly be here?"

"That's right, didn't you hear what Teacher Huang said? A new student will be joining us in the next couple of days. It's probably him, a high-quality impersonator of He Zhuo."

Jiang Youxi: "..."

As students entered one after another, the once quiet classroom became noisy.

Many girls chattered incessantly, criticizing the "fake" He Zhuo next to Jiang Youxi, refusing to admit that he was the real He Zhuo.

That makes sense. He Zhuo rarely goes back to school, let alone like this, when his brain suddenly malfunctions and he becomes eager to learn about medicine.

Everyone agreed that it was a fake He Zhuo, so they were particularly bold and crowded around them, intentionally sitting near them.

"Hey handsome, you're so good-looking! Are you new here? Can I add you on WeChat?" Girl A boldly struck up a conversation.

He Zhuo's expression was indifferent, with an air of detachment as if it were none of his business: "No."

Why?

"Not registered."

"..."

The girl was unwilling to give up and was about to continue asking when Jiang Youxi asked with a smile, "Gao Qiao, do you know who he is?"

Who is it?

"Congratulations on your drinking."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes widened suddenly.

"He...he...he really is He Zhuo?!"

That madman who's rumored to have killed people and is known for his ruthless methods?

Jiang Youxi pulled the student ID card directly from his pocket: "Genuine, no doubt about it."

Upon seeing the names and photos on their campus cards, everyone immediately scattered in terror.

In the blink of an eye, there was no one else around them, only three spaces apart.

Jiang Youxi smiled with satisfaction and looked away, only to find the man staring straight at her with a mocking look in his eyes.

"Jiang Youxi, I didn't expect you to be so familiar with my body."

"..."

Jiang Youxi smiled at him, her fingers pressing against the campus card, and slowly pushed it back to him, her voice soft and slightly ingratiating: "Senior He Zhuo, please keep your campus card safe."

The man raised an eyebrow: "You only care about using them, not about returning them, right?"

"What do you mean by 'exploiting'? You rarely come back to school, so shouldn't I make a big fuss about it and let the whole school know you're back?"

With He Zhuo's reputation, she dared to guarantee that after school, the school forum would be filled with countless posts!

He Zhuo chuckled: "Should I thank you?"

"It's not impossible."

"..."

Seeing that he didn't take the card back, Jiang Youxi finally understood what he meant by "return". She immediately picked up the campus card, put it back in his shirt pocket, and patted it reassuringly.

"Return the item to its rightful owner."

He Zhuo stared silently at her nimble hand.

It has many little habits, just like its owner.

The school bell rang soon after.

Teacher Huang walked into the classroom, glanced at the seat next to her out of the corner of her eye, and paused: "He Zhuo?"

He Zhuo smiled politely and said, "Hello, Teacher Huang."

What are you doing here?

"Listen in".

"Listen in?" Teacher Huang looked at him, then at Jiang Youxi, and instantly understood. "Sigh~ It's good to be young."

After speaking, he walked onto the podium.

Jiang Youxi: "?? Why does Teacher Huang know you too?"

"Because I'm famous."

"..."

Okay, let's go to Versailles with her.

After taking attendance, Teacher Huang began the class.

Give me a book.

Jiang Youxi looked at him and asked, "What?"

"Attend class."

"Why would a finance student like you take medical classes?"

"What, are you discriminating against people with a particular major?"

"..."

Jiang Youxi randomly picked out a book and tossed it to him.

I heard that Professor Huang was once the chief physician of a hospital, and he pioneered many surgical procedures.

His courses are very professional, and he uses easy-to-understand examples to help everyone understand and remember a lot of medical knowledge so that they can apply it in the next experiment.

Jiang Youxi admired Teacher Huang very much. Every time he taught, she would listen attentively and take notes.

But as she wrote, she noticed a gaze fixed on her.

She looked up.

He Zhuo was staring at her intently, his cheekbones propped up on his hand.

His gaze was undisguised, his eyes carrying a hint of inquiry.

Here again, here again!

This guy is studying her again!

The look in her eyes was as if she were a lab rat, someone constantly studying her.

Just as she looked up to remind him not to stare at people so openly, a finger suddenly pressed against her forehead.

Jiang Youxi froze and looked up.

The man's eyelids were slightly lowered, and his thick, dark eyelashes, like raven feathers, partially obscured his beautiful pupils.

His gaze was focused, his fingertips gently tracing the swollen area, his voice low and deep, carrying a hint of barely perceptible tenderness—

"Does it hurt?"