novelraw Chapter 44
Chapter 44
Chapter 44 Sweetie and Candy“It was me.”
The girl stood in front of Wen Yufeng, holding a cup of hot water, looking somewhat uncertain as she glanced at the envelope on the desk.
“…”
Wen Yufeng’s gaze on Qin Qing darkened.
…”You’re only close to her because of the so-called ‘advantage of being near,’ but can the distance between the two of you be filled just by that?”…
…”Admit it, Wen Yufeng, you and she were never from the same world. I really can’t understand why you’re so insistent on clinging to her.”…
…”After the arts and sciences division, with her grades, she’ll definitely go into the science preparatory class—I’ll be waiting for her there. Can you do that? When that time comes, how far apart will you two be?”…
Lin Wentao’s words echoed in his mind, as Wen Yufeng took a deep look at Qin Qing before turning back to his seat.
The class bell rang behind him.
Qin Qing hesitated for a moment before quickly following him.
“…This was brought by a girl from the middle school section.”
After returning to her seat, Qin Qing hesitated as she looked at Wen Yufeng sitting beside her. His sharp side profile was slightly stern, clearly showing that he was upset.
“She handed it to me and ran off immediately, so…”
Wen Yufeng lowered his gaze, his long fingers holding the thin pink envelope, waving it in the air.
Then he narrowed his eyes slightly and turned sideways.
“Do you know what this is?”
Qin Qing thought about the envelope for a couple of seconds before wrinkling her small nose and uncertainly asked, “…A love letter?”
“…”
Wen Yufeng almost choked on her innocent expression.
“Do you really have no feelings about this?”
Qin Qing furrowed her fine brows even more tightly. “What feelings?”
“…” Wen Yufeng’s eyes flashed with frustration for a moment. He suddenly leaned closer, slapping the envelope down on the desk beside the girl.
At the same time, his left arm propped against the wall behind Qin Qing.
Startled, Qin Qing leaned back, and before she realized it, she was trapped between the wall and his chest.
Some students who heard the commotion at the back of the classroom turned to sneak a peek. But upon seeing their posture, everyone quickly turned their heads away, retracting their necks.
—Though they were curious, they knew self-preservation came first.
“And now?” The boy’s lips curled up, his smile carrying a dangerous edge unfamiliar to Qin Qing.
He leaned in closer. “How about now? What do you feel?”
“…”
Qin Qing’s hands had already clenched tightly at her sides.
She held her breath, staring at the boy who was now so close to her.
Whether it was because of the proximity or the fact that she was holding her breath, her pale pink cheeks slowly turned red.
“Wen Yufeng, we’re in the classroom. You…you can’t do this.”
“I thought you really didn’t feel anything at all.” The boy ignored her words, his lips curling into a teasing smile as his warm breath brushed against her earlobe.
“So, if I did this to someone else, would you still feel nothing?”
“…”
Qin Qing’s eyes slowly widened.
In that suffocating atmosphere, she finally found a crack and managed to let her rationality slip through, realizing why he was suddenly acting so strangely.
Qin Qing looked seriously at Wen Yufeng. “I know you wouldn’t.”
“…”
This time, it was the boy’s turn to be stunned.
In the girl’s clear, black-and-white eyes, he could clearly see his own reflection.
Qin Qing didn’t notice Wen Yufeng’s moment of distraction as her gaze fell on the pink envelope in his hand. “Even if you accepted it, you wouldn’t read it, would you?”
She turned back to face him, her beautiful, soft eyes curving slightly, a smile lifting the corners of her lips. “Wen Yufeng, I know what kind of person you are. I know you wouldn’t do that—that’s why I said I didn’t feel anything.”
“…”
In just a few seconds, the situation shifted. Wen Yufeng swallowed hard and quickly looked away.
He suddenly felt like he couldn’t bear to meet her gaze anymore.
Afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
…
In the classroom, the only two who had the privilege of witnessing everything were Zhao Zirui and Li Xiang, who were seated next to them.
As soon as Wen Yufeng turned back around, Li Xiang quickly averted his gaze, turning to Zhao Zirui—
“Is this the legendary reverse flirting?…Wow, I’m really impressed—our new classmate is something else, she’s got our brother Yufeng wrapped around her little finger!”
Zhao Zirui, who had also heard the entire exchange, couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head as he did.
“She’s really impressive. To be so perceptive is rare; those girls like Ling Yu who play mind games, compared to Qin Qing, really prove that intelligence can backfire.”
As he spoke, Zhao Zirui made air quotes with his fingers—
“Of course, ‘intelligence’ in quotes.”
…
As class was nearing its end, Qin Qing suddenly heard the boy beside her, who had been silent for most of the period, speak up.
“After the next monthly exams, we’ll be split into arts and sciences tracks.
What are you thinking?”
“…?”
The sudden question caught Qin Qing off guard.
She looked up at Wen Yufeng in confusion.
Wen Yufeng asked, “Will you choose arts or sciences?”
“…I haven’t decided yet.” Qin Qing thought for a moment before honestly replying, “What about you?”
“It doesn’t matter to me. There’s no difference between arts and sciences for me.”
The boy’s voice was deep, his dark eyes fixed on the girl without blinking. “But I want to be closer to you.”
Qin Qing was taken aback, her beautiful almond eyes widening slightly.
“So if you choose sciences, I’ll choose sciences; if you choose arts, I’ll go to arts.” Wen Yufeng said, “The class divisions will be based on the next monthly exams. Until then, I’ll do everything I can to stay close to you.”
He paused slightly. “Will you help me?”
Qin Qing instinctively nodded.
“…” Wen Yufeng’s eyes flashed, “Then, to focus fully on tutoring, how about you put your interactions with Lin Wentao from Class 7 on hold for now?”
Qin Qing was stunned, not understanding how the topic had suddenly shifted. She looked at Wen Yufeng with a completely innocent expression.
“Is that not okay?”
The boy’s gaze darkened.
Qin Qing: “…”
For some reason, she suddenly remembered the time at the bar and in the hallway during the last break, when he whispered something in her ear.
As she thought about it, she noticed Wen Yufeng seemed to be leaning toward her again.
“I-I agree!”
Qin Qing quickly backed away, speaking hastily.
“…”
A satisfied smile flashed in the depths of Wen Yufeng’s eyes.
“You said it, no takebacks.”
…
In the weeks leading up to the monthly exams, the teachers of various subjects in the class were shocked. The reason was simple: they discovered that Wen Yufeng, who usually ignored all the teachers and rarely showed up in class, seemed to have genuinely started studying.
The first time the Chinese teacher saw an essay signed “Wen Yufeng,” he almost choked on the tea he had just sipped, spilling it all over his desk.
Compared to subjects like Chinese and English, which rely more on prior knowledge, Wen Yufeng’s grades in subjects like math, physics, and chemistry were improving at a noticeable rate. Even Shen Liang, who usually liked to make fun of Wen Yufeng, praised him several times during class.
This amazed the students both inside and outside Class 6, but Wen Yufeng himself didn’t react much to the praise.
—Just as he had once been indifferent to being named on the school’s “blacklist.”
However, such rapid progress in a short time naturally came with a price.
At least from what Qin Qing observed, the fatigue in Wen Yufeng’s eyes seemed to grow day by day.
Judging by how often he dozed off during self-study periods, she could guess how little rest he had been getting lately…
It was another Saturday morning, one of those weekends that required self-study at school.
At the last desk, the boy lay on the light gray cushion, his sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed. Beneath his long, slender eyelashes, there was a hint of fatigue, making him look very tired.
Qin Qing, sitting beside him, frowned as she watched him for a while. Just as she was about to do something, a sudden commotion erupted at the classroom door—
“Big news! Big news! Our school’s autumn sports day, which was supposed to be canceled this week, is back on!!”
Before the sports committee member of Class 6 even appeared at the door, his voice had already echoed through every corner of the classroom.
At the back of the classroom, all the previously silent students instinctively turned their eyes in the same direction.
The sports committee member, who had just burst into the classroom, suddenly froze, his smile stiffening on his face.
It was only then that he remembered—unlike before, their school’s notorious Wen Yufeng, known for his severe morning temper, now sat permanently at the back of the classroom…
With this realization, the sports committee member’s courage nearly shattered. He looked over, his heart trembling.
As if responding to the ominous feeling in his heart, a cold, low voice, still hoarse from just waking up, resonated from the back of the classroom—
“Are you f*cking—trying to die?”
Along with these words, the harsh sound of a chair scraping against the floor echoed.
The boy in the last row stood up with a cold expression, his hand at his side clenched into a fist, with pale green veins visibly standing out against his fair skin.
“—I-I’m sorry, Brother Yu, I…”
The sports committee member swallowed hard. Even though there was still more than half the classroom between them, under the gaze as fierce as a savage wolf, he instinctively took a step back.
Wen Yufeng took a step forward, his dark eyes smoldering as he prepared to stride toward the front of the classroom.
But before he could take a second step, someone grabbed his sleeve.
“…Wen Yufeng, don’t be angry.”
Under that still menacing gaze, Qin Qing also felt uneasy. But she didn’t let go; instead, she held on tighter—
“I… I can explain a problem to you, okay?”
Wen Yufeng: “…”
The entire class: “…??”
The boy stood frozen in place for a few seconds.
Then, to the astonishment of the entire class, their infamous school bully actually slowly turned around and sat back down.
Seeing the situation calm down, Qin Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
She took out the test paper they hadn’t finished reviewing yesterday and went over the last question with Wen Yufeng.
When she noticed that the boy’s handsome face was gradually returning to its usual nonchalant smile, Qin Qing finally couldn’t resist speaking hesitantly, “Severe morning temper might be caused by low blood sugar. You should get it checked out. If that’s the case, you just need to carry some sugar with you…”
“I do have mild low blood sugar.”
Wen Yufeng replied as he continued to verify the answers on the test paper with his pen. “But there’s no need for sugar.”
“Huh?… Why not?”
“…”
Wen Yufeng paused with the pen in his hand.
After a couple of seconds, he slowly lifted his gaze, a slight smile reaching the corners of his eyes—
“Don’t I still have you?”
“…Sweetie.”