He transmigrated into the body of the school heartthrob's spoiled ex-girlfriend, and he insiste

The air in the corridor felt somewhat stagnant.

Only Wen Ning's suppressed sobs could be heard.

She squatted on the ground, still clutching the empty bucket that had caused the trouble.

Tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls.

It wasn't acted.

It's really heartbreaking.

Although that painting was just a quick sketch done in class, it was the one she put the most effort into.

To capture that look, she focused intently, even holding her breath, every line of her face conveying the love she dared not express.

It's all ruined now.

It turned into a filthy blob of black ink.

"stand up."

A voice came from above.

not cold.

There was no longer the anger of being offended.

Wen Ning shrank his neck.

She didn't dare to look up.

He just shook his head, muttering in a tearful voice, "Dirty..."

"Don't look...it's too ugly..."

A pair of black leather shoes appeared in front of me.

Followed by.

Jiang Ci squatted down.

He ignored the puddle of sewage on the ground and the possibility of soiling his expensive suit trousers.

He squatted down in front of Wen Ning, his gaze level with hers.

"Hand out."

He said.

Wen Ning was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously hid her hands behind her back.

My hands got splashed with dirty water, it was all black.

Jiang Ci didn't give her a chance to hide.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away.

That once clean, white hand is now covered in grayish-black paint.

He looked rather disheveled.

Jiang Ci didn't even frown.

He pulled a pack of tissues from his pocket and took one out.

He gently wiped away the stains on the back of her hand, bit by bit.

"Did you get burned?"

he asks.

The voice was very low, only the two of them could hear it.

"That's pen wash water, isn't it corrosive?"

Wen Ning sniffed and shook her head.

"It's... paint water. It's cold."

Jiang Ci breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that her hand was neither red nor swollen.

He clutched the soiled tissue in his hand.

Raise your hand.

He gently brushed his fingertip across the corner of her eye, wiping away a tear that clung to her eyelashes.

"If you didn't get burned, why are you crying?"

Wen Ning pointed to the wet painting on the display board.

Her voice sounded aggrieved: "The painting... is ruined."

"It's all my fault for being so stupid... I wanted to show it to you..."

The system screamed in her head:

[Host! Character! Character! You should have said, "It's trash anyway!" Why are you acting all cutesy?]

Wenning selective shielding.

She's so sad right now that all she wants to do is cry.

Jiang Ci stood up.

He turned his head and looked at the "ruined" sketch.

It was indeed completely destroyed.

The once clear facial features blurred, and the eyes turned into a black vortex.

Water was still dripping down.

Everyone around was feeling sorry for him.

"What a pity, it was really well drawn."

"There's no way to fix it now, is there?"

"The most beautiful girl in the department is really pitiful; she tripped up herself."

Jiang Ci didn't say anything.

He stepped forward.

I raised my hand and carefully removed the thumbtacks that were holding the drawing paper in place.

The movements were very gentle.

It was as if they were afraid of disturbing something fragile.

Soaked drawing paper is very soft and easily torn.

He held it with both hands and slowly peeled it off the display board.

then.

To everyone's astonishment.

He didn't throw it in the trash can.

Instead, he took out a tissue and patiently absorbed the water droplets from the surface of the drawing paper.

"It's not broken."

Jiang Ci looked down at the blurry black shadow in his hand.

His tone was serious, not like he was trying to coax someone.

"There is a kind of... hazy beauty."

Wen Ning: "?"

Are you serious?

What's beautiful about this dark, lumpy thing?

Jiang Ci rolled up the drawing paper.

The movements were very delicate, and there was not a trace of disgust shown because it was wet and dirty.

Even though he is Jiang Ci, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

After rolling it up, he held it in his hand.

He turned around and looked down at Wen Ning, who had stopped crying and was staring at him blankly.

"I love so much."

He said.

These four words.

It was a resounding statement.

It crashed down in the corridor, and it also crashed into Wen Ning's heart.

"Can you give it to me?"

He added another sentence.

They even used an inquiring tone, with a hint of barely perceptible caution.

Wen Ning opened his mouth.

"But...that's garbage..."

She just said it was garbage.

"It's not garbage."

Jiang Ci interrupted her.

He shook the roll of paper in his hand, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"This is a token of my appreciation."

"Since it was painted for me, it's mine."

A chorus of suppressed screams erupted from the surrounding area.

"Aaaaaah, this is killing me!"

"He wants it! He wants that whole pile of waste paper!"

"Jiang Shen isn't just aloof, he's clearly in the late stages of being love-struck!"

The system emitted a buzzing electrical sound in Wen Ning's mind.

[...How can this be explained away?]

[The male lead's attraction level has actually increased instead of decreased?]

Does this year's male lead have some kind of serious illness?

Wen Ning didn't have time to deal with the system.

Her face started to burn again.

This time it's not because of social death, but because of shame.

There was also a kind of...exception I'd never felt before.

He clearly loves cleanliness.

But he carefully tucked the painting, which was covered in dirty water, into his arms like a treasure.

They didn't look down on her clumsiness.

They didn't blame her for her recklessness.

Instead, he kept trying different ways to coax her.

"Let's go."

Jiang Ci had no intention of letting this spectacle continue.

He was holding a painting in one hand.

With his other hand, he naturally took Wen Ning's hand, which still had some paint stains on it.

"Where to?"

Wen Ning stumbled as he pulled her along.

"handwashing."

Jiang Ci didn't even turn his head.

"I'll take you to the teachers' restroom in the art building; there's hot water there."

The two walked through the crowd.

Jia Pengxiu, holding up his phone, shouted from behind, "Brother Ci! That's my live stream! Show us your face!"

Jiang Ci ignored him completely.

He left everyone with only a cool yet doting back view.

We arrived at the restroom.

Jiang Ci placed the painting on the dry tabletop.

I turned on the tap and tested the water temperature.

Then he took Wen Ning's hand and placed it under the warm water.

Squeeze out hand sanitizer.

rub.

rinse.

He lowered his head, intently washing the paint from between her fingers.

It's like washing a precious piece of porcelain.

Wen Ning looked at the two people in the mirror.

One is tall and the other is short.

A few mud splatters were also on his black shirt, but he seemed completely unconcerned.

"Jiang Ci."

Wen Ning called to him softly.

"Um?"

He didn't look up; he was helping her dry the water droplets from her hands.

"Do you really...like that painting?"

She still couldn't believe it.

Jiang Ci stopped what he was doing.

He looked up and gazed into her eyes through the mirror.

"like."

"As long as it's your drawing."

"I'd like it even if it's just drawing a circle."

Wen Ning was completely speechless.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest.

It’s over.

This man is too good at it.

System: […Host, please wake up! You're a drama queen! You're a vicious female supporting character! Don't get caught up in it!]

Wen Ning: Shut up.