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"First of all, whether Lin Wanqing eats dinner or not is her own business. She's eighteen this year, not eight, and doesn't need anyone to coax her to eat. You don't need to use her body to blackmail me. The food is in the cafeteria, and the convenience store is open. She's not unaware of how to get to the cafeteria, nor is she unaware of where the bread is. Whether she's hungry or not, whether she eats or not, has nothing to do with you or me."

"Secondly, you say she listens to me. Then let me ask you, in the year I've been pursuing her, has she ever listened to a single word I said? I advised her not to stay up late watching dramas, but she didn't listen. I advised her to eat less cold food, but she didn't listen either. From beginning to end, she only listened to me doing everything for her. I did her homework, bought her breakfast, and brought her milk tea. That's not listening to me, that's treating me like a servant."

"Third, you asked me to buy her dinner. Zhao Rong, do you think this is reasonable? At noon, I told the whole class that I wouldn't bring her breakfast anymore, and now you're asking me to buy her dinner and even want me to go and persuade her? Do you even know what you're thinking?"

He turned a page of the English test paper, unscrewed the thermos, and took a sip of water.

"I brought her breakfast for a year, and I haven't even calculated how much it cost. How many times has she thanked me? Not once. Today I stopped bringing it, and she fainted. Then you all shifted the blame to me and even had Peng Kaifei come to humiliate me. I've done what I was supposed to do, and I've taken the blame for things I shouldn't have taken. Zhao Rong, I, Zhang Yifan, owe Lin Wanqing nothing. Not even a little bit."

He spoke in a low voice and with a gentle tone, but every word was clear and distinct.

Zhao Rong opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but couldn't find a way to get to the point.

Because everything he said was true.

Lin Wanqing didn't eat a single bite of food; she had low blood sugar; she never said thank you; she took everything for granted.

Only when Zhang Yifan laid these things out on the table, one by one, did she truly realize how harsh his words were.

Her face flushed red and then turned pale. In the end, she said nothing more and turned away without a word.

Zhang Yifan lowered his head and continued writing the test paper.

Zong Wen looked at his profile with a "Brother, your fighting power is off the charts today, you didn't even call me" look, and then secretly gave him a thumbs up.

Zhao Rong returned to her seat.

Lin Wanqing had been listening intently to what was happening behind her, and she hadn't missed a single word of Zhao Rong and Zhang Yifan's conversation.

Her face was buried in her arms, her eyes were tightly closed, and her lower lip was bitten white by her teeth.

She initially thought Zhang Yifan was just angry.

If someone's angry, just coax them a little and they'll be fine.

So he asked Zhao Rong to give him a way out, saying that she hadn't eaten dinner again, and that he should come over and persuade her, and that he should go buy her some food.

As long as he accepts the situation, she can slowly repair the relationship to how it was before.

But he didn't answer.

It wasn't out of anger, it wasn't out of spite, it wasn't a ploy to play hard to get.

Zhao Rong laid the steps at his feet, but he didn't even glance at them.

Lin Wanqing felt an unprecedented panic rising from the bottom of her heart, more uncomfortable than low blood sugar, and colder in her hands and feet than when she fainted during exercise.

She closed her eyes tightly and buried her face even deeper into her arms.

Zhao Rong gently patted her back without saying anything.

She couldn't find the words to comfort her, because she herself was still reeling from the fear.

This time, Zhang Yifan seems to be really different.

Zhao Rong had only been back in her seat for two minutes when another figure appeared at the door.

Peng Kaifei.

He changed his clothes, now wearing a dark gray fitted T-shirt that clearly accentuated the shoulder and back lines he had developed from long jump training.

The limited-edition sneakers have been replaced with another pair, which is just as expensive as they are.

He was carrying an exquisite multi-layered insulated lunchbox with a pearlescent dark blue exterior, clearly not something you could buy at the school gate convenience store.

He stood at the doorway, his gaze unconsciously sweeping towards the last row of seats by the window.

Zhang Yifan was engrossed in his work, not even looking up.

A hint of apprehension flashed in Peng Kaifei's eyes. The image of him punching someone at noon and being knocked back several steps and overturning a desk was still vivid in his mind, and his wrist was still slightly sore.

He quickly averted his gaze, as if looking at her for even a second longer would trigger some kind of counterattack skill, and walked straight towards Lin Wanqing's seat.

"Wanqing".

He placed the insulated lunchbox on Lin Wanqing's desk, his voice low and gentle, a stark contrast to his cursing and swearing demeanor towards Zhang Yifan at noon.

"You didn't eat much at noon, and you didn't go to the cafeteria for dinner. This is something I had the family chef make specially: steamed sea bass, asparagus stir-fried with shrimp, and a red date and white fungus soup, all of which are good for replenishing qi and blood. You need to take good care of yourself with low blood sugar, and don't let yourself go hungry anymore."

As he spoke, he opened the lunchbox layer by layer, and the fresh aroma of steamed sea bass and the sweet fragrance of red date and white fungus soup wafted out together. Several classmates around him couldn't help but glance over, their eyes filled with envy.

Zhao Rong stared wide-eyed at the sight, leaned over to smell it, and exclaimed dramatically, "Wow, this smells amazing! Wanqing, you should try some!"

Lin Wanqing looked at the exquisite lunchbox in front of her, but she didn't have much of an appetite.

She glanced instinctively at the last row.

Zhang Yifan continued working on his problems with his head down, while Peng Kaifei's loud entrance, the exquisite lunchbox he brought out, and the gasps of amazement from the surrounding classmates all around him.

None of this could make him take his eyes off the exam paper for even a second.

A sense of inexplicable disappointment welled up inside her, but she quickly suppressed it.

She looked up and gave Peng Kaifei a serious look.

He was looking at her expectantly, his eyes fervent and focused.

Although rumors about his womanizing never ceased at school, at least for this moment, his attention was entirely on her.

Moreover, he is rich, truly rich, not like Zhang Yifan, who is so poor that he would empty his pockets just to treat someone to a bowl of ramen.

Peng Kaifei was born with a silver spoon in his mouth; he didn't have to scrimp and save for breakfast or borrow money from others for a few dozen yuan.

This is the kind of person who deserves her.

"Thank you, Kaifei." She smiled slightly, though the smile was still a little weak, but much better than when she was slumped over the table, half-dead. "Just leave it here for now, I'll eat it later."

Peng Kaifei was captivated by her smile, but then he noticed something else.

After she finished speaking, her gaze drifted to the last row again.

In that direction, there was no one else but Zhang Yifan.

His smile froze for a moment.

It's Zhang Yifan again!

The images of Zhang Yifan humiliating him with ten yuan at noon, and Zhang Yifan deftly deflecting his punch, all flooded back at this moment, each frame like a red-hot iron branding his pride.

What infuriated him even more was that he overheard someone saying during long jump training that afternoon that Shen Zhiyi had come to Class 9 to see Zhang Yifan at noon.

Shen Zhiyi, the undisputed beauty of the entire school, someone even Peng Kaifei wouldn't dare to easily provoke, actually took the initiative to come and challenge Zhang Yifan!