How come you're also my ex-girlfriend?

Seemingly oblivious to the subtle changes in the other person's body, Xu Yan handed over a box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates. "Jiamin told me you like this. How about we make up after we finish this?"

Wen Xueyu was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean by making up...we didn't..."

The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I don't know how to say them properly; it's like I'm choking on my own.

Xu Yan suppressed a laugh and helped to defuse the situation, saying, "I understand what you mean, as long as you understand what I mean."

They simply shoved the Ferrero Rocher into the other person's hand.

The first thing Wen Xueyu did upon receiving it was to look around to see if anyone had noticed, and then, like a thief, she quickly put it into a drawer.

Only then did she feel relieved, and then solemnly said to Xu Yan, "I'm not angry, I'm not that petty."

"I know, I know, the cod burger is the most generous."

"Not a fish burger!"

"whee."

The girl reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her rosy, translucent ear tips.

With an utterly nonchalant expression, he asked, "You just told me you had a math problem you couldn't solve... which one was it?"

Xu Yan instinctively wanted to say that he was joking, but when Wen Xueyu's special fragrance wafted over, Xu Yan still took out the math test paper.

Then he pointed to the question he had indeed gotten wrong, "It's this one..."

"Let me see."

Wen Xueyu didn't take the test paper away. Instead, she turned her whole body around and leaned over Xu Yan's pile of books to look at the questions.

From this angle, Xu Yan could clearly see the other person's lowered eyes and the full appearance of their face.

Her skin was so delicate and fair it was unbelievable, like the kind of filter only a heroine in an anime could have.

Her hair fragrance blended harmoniously with the subtle, unique scent emanating from her body, creating a unified and pleasing ambiance that didn't feel out of place at all. Instead, it made one marvel at how lovely and beautiful girls are in this world.

Is this statement a bit cowardly?

It's alright. There's a wise saying in the world: "A man's words are deceitful."

Hmm... what are you mumbling about?

The cod burger is so white, so fragrant, and so beautiful.

It reminded Xu Yan of the milk ice cream that he always had to savor in the summer.

……

Chapter 22, besides her.

Are you even listening?

The girl's ears were burning red, and she had no choice but to remind him. It was fine that Xu Yan wasn't looking at the exam paper but at her, but the problem was that he was getting closer and closer, and she could feel his breath on her cheek...

The unfamiliar, intense heat made Wen Xueyu feel a tingling sensation on her cheeks, as if she were about to lose consciousness.

Xu Yan snapped out of her daze and politely shifted her gaze to the test paper. "You explained it too roughly just now. I didn't understand. Please say it again."

Wen Xueyu immediately puffed out her cheeks and tapped Xu Yan's hand with the pen in an annoyed manner.

"It's my fault for not explaining it well; you clearly weren't listening attentively!"

"Yes, yes, Cod Burger Teacher, it's my fault, I was distracted, I promise it won't happen again."

Xu Yan's sincere attitude left Wen Xueyu with nowhere to vent her pent-up embarrassment and anger. She could only let out a soft hum and then put her pen back down on the question she had just answered.

"I'll explain it again, but you have to listen carefully this time, or I won't explain it to you anymore..."

"Okay."

The classroom air conditioning wasn't turned on that day, so the windows were opened. The wind outside, along with the sunlight, blew into the classroom, gently ruffling the test papers and sheets on the desks.

The classroom wasn't crowded; most students were taking their lunch break. The only sound in the quiet was the girl's soft voice explaining the problems, occasionally broken by a boy asking a question, which the girl answered diligently.

Actually, the most frequent sound among them was the occasional disordered breathing.

"Okay, did you understand this time?"

Wen Xueyu slowly raised her head and looked at the boy in front of her.

Xu Yan said thoughtfully, "I haven't heard enough."

Wen Xueyu: ?

If you understand, you understand; if you don't understand, you don't understand. What does it mean if you haven't heard enough?

"Drafted, didn't I look really cool in that A-level match at Ya Hai? Did you get the feeling from that key performance that directly turned the tide?"

"You son of a bitch, if I hadn't been pushing you from behind, with your positioning skills, how many kills could you have gotten? You finished second to last and then you tell me you were the key player."

"If you're so great, then go ahead and kill all the dead your dads."

Qin Yifan walked into the classroom with his hands in his pockets, saying to Zhang Zhiwen behind him.

Behind Zhang Zhiwen was a chubby guy with a slightly overweight build and a small mustache. His name was Xie Fei, and they were good friends who often hung out together.

As soon as Qin Yifan entered, he spotted a man and a woman sitting face to face.

He was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening, turned around and pressed his hand against Zhang Zhiwen's chest as Zhang was about to enter.

"Zhiwen, wait a moment before you go in."

Zhang Zhiwen was inexplicably stopped at the door. "What? What's wrong inside? Is there formaldehyde?"

Qin Yifan, feeling sorry for you, said, "The scenes inside might be a bit cruel. I'd like to advise you against it."

"Are you kidding me? What could be so cruel? You think there's going to be fighting inside? I love watching fights." Zhang Zhiwen chuckled as he barged in, and Qin Yifan could only step aside.

The moment Zhang Zhiwen stepped into the classroom door bathed in sunlight, his gaze naturally locked onto the only unusual spot.

There was a quiet and harmonious scene there, with Wen Xueyu and Xu Yan chatting and laughing.

Qin Yifan knew that Zhang Zhiwen had feelings for Wen Xueyu, and in fact, many people in the class knew as well, but no one had deliberately made it public.

This feeling of attraction can be said to have started in his first year of high school. He had never seen such a special, beautiful, and perfect girl in his junior high school.

I even felt that I would never meet him again.

Well, how should I put it? Although I have feelings for her, nothing has really progressed. She seems to treat everyone in the class pretty much the same—polite and courteous, but not deliberately distant. Of course, this is also a kind of comfort in another way; at least she doesn't dislike me, right?

Moreover, Zhang Zhiwen had never seen Wen Xueyu do anything special or be overly intimate with any boy.

Therefore, the long three years of high school can be described as uncertain, with everything having a chance.

He felt he was the most suitable candidate for Wen Xueyu in the class. He wasn't short, he wasn't ugly, and his grades weren't much different from hers. Crucially, his family had some money, putting them in a completely different social class from those who needed the college entrance exam to change their fate.

He couldn't bear to reveal his feelings before the college entrance exam, lest he affect her performance. He felt that if he put in a little more effort and waited until after the exam, perhaps with a romantic ceremony at the graduation party, the chances of success would be much higher.

And now...

The state between the two seemed to be crossing a dangerous line; it was an expression and distance that Zhang Zhiwen had never seen on Wen Xueyu's face before...

He didn't even know what he wanted to do at that moment, and unconsciously took two steps back into the corridor.

Xie Fei quickly asked, "What's wrong, Brother Wen?"

Zhang Zhiwen clutched his chest, "I'm having trouble breathing..."

Your lips look a little purple...

Qin Yifan looked over with amusement, "I told you not to go in, but you insisted on going in anyway."

Impossible! There must be a special reason. Absolutely impossible!

Zhang Zhiwen leaned against the corridor wall and suddenly opened his eyes, staring directly at the blazing sun outside.

"What's the big deal!"

"Hmm? What do you mean? I won't give up until I kiss you."

"Old Qin, don't talk nonsense. Xueyu isn't the type to have a relationship before the college entrance exam. I checked, and her zodiac sign is known for having a slightly lacking sense of boundaries. They're probably just talking about something!"

Xie Fei scratched his head and said with a wry smile, "I think Wen Xueyu seems to be quite tactful when she talks to others."

"If you spread rumors again, I'll sue you!"

Xie Fei nodded. "By the way, that includes you, Brother Wen."

"..."

Qin Yifan chuckled and said, "Alright, stop overthinking here. How about your brother Qin goes in and ask for you? Or are you worried about disturbing them?"

Zhang Zhiwen replied irritably, "I'll find out about this little thing myself. It's not as serious as you guys think. Don't exaggerate baseless rumors. These are just things you people spread."

He then composed himself and walked confidently into the classroom.

As Zhang Zhiwen had predicted, the two had stopped whispering to each other and returned to their normal lives.

So Zhang Zhiwen suppressed his somewhat uneasy feelings and walked towards Wen Xueyu, who was looking at her phone, moving very quietly as if he was afraid of disturbing this girl who was incredibly beautiful when she was quiet.

"Um, Xueyu..."

"Ah! You scared me to death!" Wen Xueyu looked up and almost dropped her phone in fright.

Zhang Zhiwen: ...

Do I look scary?

Wen Xueyu put her phone away and explained briefly, "I thought the teacher had come, so I was startled..."

"Oh...it's nothing, it's nothing." Zhang Zhiwen chuckled awkwardly, scratching his head, and inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

I knew it! My buddy is the epitome of a stoic, aloof male god; how could he possibly be scary-looking?

"Um, is there something you need?"

Wen Xueyu asked softly, looking at Zhang Zhiwen with a puzzled expression.

Zhang Zhiwen opened his mouth, but was inexplicably nervous. He scratched his head for a while before slowly speaking, "It's nothing... I just saw you chatting happily with your new classmate just now. What were you doing?"

The tones all underwent strange changes.