Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

Tuesday morning, in the classroom of Senior Three (1).

Winter comes to Wuhan in a short time.

Old Li pulled out several large woven bags from somewhere and directed the platoon leaders to distribute the newly issued, thickened, and reinforced winter school uniforms.

The whole class was speechless when the plastic bag was opened.

Shen Hao, carrying the dark blue cotton-padded coat with two glaring fluorescent green reflective stripes, desperately put it on.

With the zipper pulled up, he instantly transformed into a round, blue gas cylinder.

"Brother Wang, do you think I can go straight to Antarctica?" Shen Hao turned his heavy body with difficulty.

Xie Wang didn't even look up: "Go ahead, you look a bit like Milk Dragon."

On the other side of the aisle, Lu Yi was disdainfully carrying a large cotton-padded coat with two fingers.

Lu Yi's inner thoughts: This is not a school uniform, it is clearly a dark blue shroud that buries my youthful body.

It not only sealed my joints, but also extinguished the last vestige of untamed spirit in my soul.

Xie Wang unfolded his school uniform and casually put it on.

It turns out that the success of a fashion statement largely depends on one's appearance.

The same bulky cotton-padded coat, resembling a sack, was somehow made to look fuller on Xie Wang by his broad shoulders. With the zipper open, a white hoodie was visible underneath, which not only didn't look bad but also exuded a sense of laziness.

Xie Wang turned his head and looked at Su Qinghe beside him.

Su Qinghe is afraid of the cold, so he has already obediently put on his cotton-padded coat.

She was already thin, and wearing this oversized, thick school uniform made her look like she was sunk into the clothes, appearing as a soft, fluffy blob.

Xie Wang looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

Holy crap... how can anyone make this shabby outfit look so cute?

No, we can't let those animals from the next class see this when they pass by the window.

Without saying a word, Xie Wang reached out and grabbed the zipper of Su Qinghe's school uniform collar.

"Whoosh—"

He pulled it up sharply, zipping it all the way to the top.

The collar of this school uniform was extremely high; when pulled up, it completely covered Su Qinghe's chin, mouth, and even half of his nose, leaving only his clear, bright phoenix eyes visible.

"Ugh...?" Su Qinghe's jaw was caught in the zipper, and he let out a muffled protest, reaching out to pull it down. "Xie Wang, it's too tight, it's stuffy."

Xie Wang said seriously, "It's only a few degrees outside today, but the wind is so strong. What if your throat gets cold? Just wear this."

Su Qinghe was wrapped up tightly and could only stare at him with her innocent big eyes.

Xie, can you take a look at your open collar?

You're not cold at all, but I'm so stuffy here I'm about to get heat rash! Humph! Men's possessiveness is so inexplicable.

……

The second period is a self-study period.

Old Li took out the mock exam papers from last weekend and asked his deskmates to exchange them and correct them with a red pen.

Xie Wang took Su Qinghe's physics exam paper and scanned it from beginning to end.

Full marks.

The process was perfect, the formulas were rigorous, and even the auxiliary lines for the force analysis were drawn as standardly as in a textbook.

Holding the red pen, Xie Wang felt that his dignity as an examiner had been greatly challenged.

I've been searching for five minutes and can't even find a single punctuation error.

Am I just supposed to obediently draw a perfect score of 100 on it? That makes me feel like I have no part in it at all! I have to find fault with it and reassert my authority as husband!

So, Xie Wang shamelessly drew a big circle in red next to the last big question on the test paper.

Then, in the total score section, 100 was crossed out and a conspicuous "99" was written.

Then write a note next to it:

[Teacher Su, the auxiliary lines in this question are drawn too straight, lacking artistic soul and emotional warmth. 1 point will be deducted for neatness. —Teacher Xie]

Su Qinghe took back his test paper and saw the "-1" and that absurd annotation. He was so angry that he almost laughed.

Xie Wang! Have you been spending too much time with Lu Yi and caught some serious illness from him?

She turned her head, sneered, picked up Xie Wang's English essay paper riddled with mistakes, and the red pen in her hand instantly transformed into a dragon-slaying sword.

“Swish, swish, swish—!”

From grammatical errors to tense confusion, Su Qinghe's corrections were so detailed they resembled a crime scene, a veritable incense burner.

Xie Wang looked at his appalling English test paper and gasped, "Teacher Su, you're taking revenge on me."

Su Qinghe pushed up his glasses, his chin still hidden in the thick collar of his school uniform, but his eyes were full of provocation.

She took the draft paper, quickly wrote a sentence in English on it, and pushed it in front of Xie Wang.

It read: "You are such an idiot."

Xie Wang was not to be outdone.

He took Su Qinghe's red pen and, under the insulting English sentence, added a sentence in a flamboyant style.

Then he pushed the draft paper back and rested his chin on his hand:

"Ms. Su, can you tell if my English has improved?"

Su Qinghe looked down.

On the draft paper, he added a sentence after "Idiot":

But I love this idiot's teacher.

Su Qinghe's hand holding the red pen paused.

In that instant, my ears turned red uncontrollably.

She bit her lower lip hard, not daring to turn her head to look at Xie Wang's burning gaze. She could only draw a tiny checkmark next to that sentence with a red pen.

Then, in an attempt to cover it up, he used the "53" workbook to conceal the draft paper.

……

8 PM, Genting Music Room 1602.

The cold wind howled and lashed against the French windows outside, but the room was warm and cozy inside because the heating was on full blast.

At the long table, Xie Wang was painfully working on his English essay, which had been criticized to the point of being completely distorted, while Su Qinghe was reading a physics journal beside him.

In this tranquil learning atmosphere.

"Meow~~~"

A clip clicked.

Rice Ball—this calico cat, fed by Su Qinghe with top-grade goat milk powder and canned food until it was a fluffy ball of flesh, was strolling out of its cat bed with a graceful gait.

As the weather turned cold, this little guy not only gained weight, but also became extremely clingy.

It surveyed the living room and finally locked onto its target.

It nimbly jumped onto the chair, then slid down Su Qinghe's arm and slipped into the hem of her oversized loungewear sweater with remarkable smoothness.

Only its fluffy little head was visible, resting on Su Qinghe's arm, emitting a very contented "purring" sound.

"Rice ball, stop messing around." Su Qinghe was a little ticklish from it, so she helplessly stroked its chin. "I'm reading a book."

"Meow~" The rice ball not only didn't come out, but shrank even deeper inside, pressed against Su Qinghe's warm waist and abdomen, and closed its eyes.

Xie Wang, who was standing to the side, stopped writing.

He stared at the dead cat nestled in Su Qinghe's arms, shamelessly sleeping with its head pressed against her stomach, his eyes narrowing slightly, his gaze gradually turning dangerous.

No...isn't this little thing going too far? I work hard every day to scoop your litter box and earn money for your cat food!

And then you went and touched my girlfriend's stomach?! That's a place I've never even touched before!! Don't you have any sense of boundaries as a cat?!

"Teacher Su."

Xie Wang put down his pen and pointed at the cat with a serious expression:

"Don't you think it's acting a bit too familiar?"

Su Qinghe glanced down at the sleeping rice ball, somewhat puzzled:

"No, it's just that it gets cold easily. Let it rest here."

"No way." Xie Wang stood up, strode over to Su Qinghe, and asked with undisguised sourness, "Is it male or female?"

"Most calico cats are female, don't you even know this basic fact?" Su Qinghe looked at him with amusement.

"Not even a female!"

Xie Wang's jealousy was utterly inexplicable yet self-righteous.

He reached out and mercilessly pinched the back of the rice ball's neck, pulling it ruthlessly from Su Qinghe's warm embrace amidst the rice ball's protesting meows.

"Go, go, go back to your bed and sleep." Xie Wang casually tossed the cat onto the sofa next to him.

The rice ball rolled around on the sofa, regained its balance, and angrily breathed at Xie Wang: "Hiss—!"

Then he looked at the pet owner with a resentful gaze, as if the pet owner were mentally challenged.

Xie Wang completely ignored the cat's anger.

Under Su Qinghe's surprised gaze, he shamelessly pulled Su Qinghe's chair over, then knelt on one knee on the carpet and buried his head in Su Qinghe's arms.

He wrapped his arms around Su Qinghe's waist, pressed his face against her soft sweater, his voice muffled, and even imitated what Fantuan had done earlier, rubbing against her cheeks playfully a couple of times.

"Teacher Su, I'm also afraid of the cold."

"It has fur, I don't, I need a hug more than it does."

Su Qinghe: "..."

Xie Wang, are you three years old this year? A big shot who can beat world champions to a pulp is now competing for attention with a cat?

Although he was internally complaining, Su Qinghe couldn't help but laugh out loud, his chest vibrating slightly.

"Thank you, classmate."

"You're getting more and more childish."

Xie Wang tightened his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her body, and a smile spread across his face.

"I'm only childish with you."