Lu Qingyan sat down beside her, "Then I’ll wait for you to finish class before going to the infirmary."
Jiang Nanshu: "..."
"Jiangjiang, it’s time for the lecture on Spread Studies in the tiered classroom," Xu Xi’s voice appeared from the back door.
She stopped talking when she saw Lu Qingyan, somewhat incredulous. freewebnøvel.coɱ
No, how could this guy take her seat!
Jiang Nanshu stood up, picking up the textbooks on the desk, "I’m changing classrooms."
Lu Qingyan also stood up, "I’ll accompany you for a class."
"???"
"I’m taking Spread Studies, what are you going for?"
"To accompany you to class."
Jiang Nanshu: "..."
[Hold back, hold back, don’t get angry.]
Lu Qingyan continued, "I promised your dad I’d take good care of you." His eyes fell on the cut on her hand, "Go to the infirmary with me, and then I’ll leave."
[Heh, threaten me, and I won’t go.]
Jiang Nanshu smiled, "Today we can set another memorable day, it’s the first time you’re accompanying me to class, I’m so moved."
And so, the three of them sat in the last row.
Xu Xi quickly took the seat to the right of Jiang Nanshu, and Lu Qingyan sat down to her left.
Enclosing her tightly.
Jiang Nanshu: "..."
She was really resigned.
Staring at the textbook in front of her, she fiddled with her notebook that had been patched with tape.
[I wonder if he’ll fall in love with me if I suddenly start studying? A woman reading is the most beautiful, but to avoid that burden, I’d better continue to sleep, the academic gods all hate dummies anyway.]
Jiang Nanshu found an excuse for her lazy self and blissfully laid her head on the desk.
She gasped for breath with a slight frown between her brows, "My hand hurts, I feel dizzy, I think I’ve lost too much blood, I’m anemic, I need to sleep, nobody disturb me."
Xu Xi: "..."
She didn’t dare to speak.
She sneaked a glance at Lu Qingyan with guarded eyes.
This man, the legend who had rejected Jiang Nanshu for three years.
Damn, how dare he!
Xu Xi really wanted to shake Jiang Nanshu awake and tell her that a man who disdained her like this wasn’t worth it, but she couldn’t.
She didn’t dare to meddle in Jiang Nanshu’s affairs, afraid of being disliked.
So she stewed in silence for the whole class.
Lu Qingyan dumped his exercise book on the desk, holding the pen in his hand without using it.
His attention was always on Jiang Nanshu.
She seemed to be sleeping awkwardly, her neck stiff, changing positions, turning her face that was originally towards Xu Xi to his side.
He quickly averted his gaze, clenched the pen tip, pretending to be very serious about his work; he had to prepare for the International Physics Olympiad.
Only when Lu Qingyan saw she hadn’t woken did he relax.
Then he felt a bit absurd, why should he be afraid of Jiang Nanshu catching him stealing glances at her.
His eyes lingered on her smooth little face.
Her eyelashes were thick and long, and as her face rested on her arm, it squished her cheeks into a cute, puffy shape, her lips softly exhaling. It’s just that the cut was a bit of an eyesore, the scab that had formed started to bleed again.
Jiang Nanshu didn’t know.
Feeling watched, Lu Qingyan glanced at Xu Xi, full of shock.
Realizing he had been gazing at Jiang Nanshu for too long, he twirled the pen in his hand, returning to his exercises.
He felt inexplicably flustered, like a peeping tom caught in the act.
Yet, he managed to maintain a calm demeanor on his face.
Until the bell rang for the end of class.
Jiang Nanshu slowly woke, wiping her mouth where drool never existed, "Time to grub."
Turning her head, she discovered Lu Qingyan was gone, she tugged at Xu Xi, "Where did he go?"
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