“…”
“The next class isn’t English, why are you in such a hurry…”
Watching the figure who had rushed back to their seat in a fluster, now swaying left and right while writing at high speed, the fatigue between the girl’s brows unknowingly dissipated a little.
A faint, almost imperceptible smile curled at the corners of her mouth.
Yin Xiaomeng picked up the schedule from her desk, turned around, stood on tiptoe, and began tracing the day’s classes on the blackboard stroke by stroke, just as she always did.
With the arrival of break time, the quiet classroom finally became lively.
The chalk tapped against the blackboard with a rhythmic sound, though subtle, it was incredibly distinct because of its proximity.
‘…Today, there doesn’t seem to be any easy classes.’
Her heels settled back onto the podium.
The girl looked at the last class of the morning—the only one that was relatively restful, ‘Cooking’ class…
Her experience of almost ‘blowing up’ the kitchen just from frying an egg had given her a strong aversion to this seemingly useless class.
Besides—
Given that the allowance she had saved over the past two years alone could buy a luxury apartment near the school in full, she couldn’t see any point in learning to cook.
Looking for trouble?
After all, oil fumes really do a lot of damage to the skin…
What?
You say if I can’t cook, what will I eat?
Then I’ll just hire a few top chefs with money.
Problem solved, right?
Isn’t that an incredibly easy problem to solve?
‘…’
‘I hate cooking class.’
‘If only I could, like in those cheesy novels, raise my hand and have my school board parents cancel this annoying class.’
She let out a long sigh, finished writing the last class of the afternoon, and placed the chalk back into the box.
Yin Xiaomeng felt a trace of regret and pity.
After all, reality isn’t as absurd as fiction.
The probability of a class being casually canceled is comparable to the Ganges River being restored to a pristine state…
Of course, the most important point was that her parents weren’t school board members.
They weren’t even shareholders of this school.
‘…’
Math class.
Listening to the knowledge she had already systematically studied back in her first year of high school, Yin Xiaomeng twirled the pen resting on her finger.
Her eyes seemed to be fixed on the book in front of her, but if you looked closely, you could see her gaze was as vacant as an idiot’s.
‘…’
As if suddenly jolted awake from a dream, her legs, which had been placed together under the desk, instinctively tightened inward.
The dazed look in her eyes finally returned to the normal light of a sane person.
The pen almost fell onto the desk.
‘…’
‘…Mm.’
She subconsciously looked up at the blackboard, at the teacher’s noticeably messy handwriting.
After briefly sorting through the information written on the board, the girl lowered her head, gripped the pen properly, and drew a long line on the book that already had notes.
A certain number was circled.
(-2≤x≤1)
The tip of the pen slid across the page.
Without writing out the usual steps, Yin Xiaomeng wrote the answer to the example problem being explained in the blank space.
‘So boring…’
Even though she had been complaining during break that today’s classes were a bit brain-intensive, now that class had actually started…
She couldn’t help but get the feeling of a college student smurfing in Xiao Yuan Kousuan, making her want to lie down on the desk and rest for a bit—
Of course, that was just wishful thinking.
As the class monitor—second only to the teacher in status and expected to lead by example—the girl couldn’t just give in to laziness and comfortably rest her head on the desk.
‘Sigh, I wonder what that Bai Ruoxi is doing now…’
Uncontrollably recalling that certain jerk, Yin Xiaomeng laid her pen flat on the desk and clicked her tongue unconsciously.
No. 4 fishling Bai Ruoxi, though she could be categorized as a ‘dangerous containment object’ on many levels, there was no denying…
The way she had been chatting with a hint of being a simp over the past couple of days had really gratified Yin Xiaomeng.
If it weren’t for the lingering ghost of what happened at the cinema still haunting her, the girl might have already sent a friend request to that cute girl…
‘She’s probably in class too, right?’
Instead of reaching for her phone in her uniform bag hanging on the side of the desk, she subconsciously shifted her butt, moving herself a little further away.
As if it were not a phone but a ferocious beast.
Taking a deep breath, the girl felt she should change her line of thought—
Like, for example, how exactly did that incredibly explosive love triangle that No. 3 Lin Qingya mentioned last night form such an unshakeable combination?
The script for a threesome just sounded inexplicably crowded.
‘Could it really be because triangles are stable?’
This had already reached the level of metaphysics, hadn’t it?
With a long sigh, Yin Xiaomeng tried to map out the relationship network of No. 3 and the people around her in her mind.
‘…’
She felt like she had forgotten something very important.
The girl stroked her chin, ignoring the slightly ‘dizzying’ problem-solving process the math teacher was explaining.
In the depths of her mind, she felt a flash of inspiration.
Brief and vague, but her intuition told her that if she didn’t grasp that inspiration, something terrible would definitely happen.
But what exactly, she couldn’t tell.
‘Tsk… No. 3, No. 3…’
‘What exactly did I forget?’
Her mind was still constructing the outrageous, fiction-like experiences of Lin Qingya’s best friend, while also puzzling over whether the boyfriend of the girlfriend was a boyfriend or a girlfriend.
She unconsciously tapped her fingertips on the desk, trying to awaken the memory she had forgotten…
‘…’
‘…’
‘That’s right, aren’t I the blond on the second boat?’
‘If the one having an affair with someone else wasn’t me, then wouldn’t that mean I’m wearing a green hat?’
The long-buried memory finally surfaced.
The shocking quotes from last night were finally overshadowed by an even more explosive matter.
The girl, who had always aimed to inherit the posture of a warlord, wholeheartedly agreed with a famous quote from a historically renowned figure.
“I would rather betray the world than have the world betray me.”
If I steal someone else’s girlfriend, that’s my ability.
But if you cuckold me, then I’ll start getting my revenge fiercely…
‘…How come, when explained like this, I sound ridiculously shameless?’
Although she had experienced the situation before where the target she was raising was snatched away by those damn blonds, both from the original lover and from herself, it was the first time she had been confronted so directly by a future cuckold.
Cheating and two-timing…
Those activities should be kept secret—
Why could Lin Qingya say something like ‘I’m flirting with someone else, I almost cheated’ so confidently?
‘…’
The girl fell into deep thought.
Situ Ling, sitting next to her, also fell into deep thought while looking at her profile.
—Should I bake some cookies during cooking class?
—I remember Xiaomeng really likes chocolate chip cookies, right?
—If we could eat the same cookies together…
The smell of a loser.