novelraw Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Chapter 5 Don’t Say ThatWhen Fu Zhengnan opened the office door, he saw Wen Yufeng sitting in the chair with a smile, while the little girl that Teacher Lin had brought in was standing beside him with a conflicted and innocent expression.
The anger that Fu Zhengnan had just managed to suppress flared up again. He walked over with a stern face.
“Wen Yufeng, are you bullying even little girls now?”
Qin Qing was startled by the voice behind her. She quickly widened her eyes and turned her face to look.
After a brief thought about what Fu Zhengnan had said, she realized he had misunderstood, thinking that Wen Yufeng had forced her to give up her seat. She hurried to explain, “Teacher Fu, it’s not like that. I volun—”
Before she could even finish the word “tarily,” the person who had somehow gotten up from behind her lazily walked over to her side, then casually stepped in front of her, blocking her from view.
“Yes.”
Qin Qing heard the boy in front of her respond with a lazy laugh—
“I got tired of standing, and I saw that the little student here seemed a bit tired from sitting, so I just asked her to give up the seat. Do you have to manage that too, Teacher Fu?”
“…”
Fu Zhengnan glared at him in anger, but since he couldn’t get any other reaction from Wen Yufeng, he could only wave his hand in frustration and walk back to his seat.
“Director Sun is waiting for you outside. Go and find him!”
Wen Yufeng wasn’t surprised by this. He lifted his foot, ready to leave. However, just before taking the first step, he hesitated slightly and turned to the side.
The girl standing behind him was looking at him with a bit of concern in her eyes.
Her pupils were clear and pure, the epitome of innocence and clarity.
It was a very pure beauty, the kind that made one greedily wonder what it would look like if such purity reflected only their own image…
Wen Yufeng sighed silently in his heart, his dark eyes flashing with emotions related to greed and reluctance, but they were quickly suppressed.
In the end, his lips curled slightly as he bent down, a hint of a smile playing on his face.
——
“Little student…”
His voice, close to her ear, was tinged with a lazy, raspy amusement that colored his every word—
“Remember, stay far away from me.”
Before I even know how your name is spelled.
“…”
Qin Qing had never heard anyone speak such words of rejection so bluntly. It clearly felt dangerous, yet somehow it was more intriguing and inviting than any invitation.
By the time she snapped back to reality and looked up, the person who had spoken was already walking away, hands in his pockets.
His stride was casual, his shoulders straight and tall.
All that remained was the faint, lingering sound of his low chuckle, almost as if it was still echoing in her ear.
Teasing, yet intoxicating.
Qin Qing’s cheeks belatedly flushed red.
…
As soon as Wen Yufeng left the high school math group office and looked up, he saw Director Sun Xing standing outside.
At the same time, Sun Xing also noticed the commotion and looked over.
When he saw Wen Yufeng’s expression, he sighed and furrowed his brow in exasperation.
“Wen Yufeng, I heard from Teacher Fu that you skipped all your classes again yesterday?”
Wen Yufeng acknowledged this with a nod, but he seemed somewhat uninterested.
He lifted his eyelids slightly, his thin lips curling up, though there was no hint of a smile in his dark eyes.
“Director Sun, I’m just about to go back and ‘study hard’ now. Anything else?”
Sun Xing, usually strict with his students, surprisingly showed no anger at Wen Yufeng’s response. In fact, he even nodded immediately and started walking ahead.
“Let’s talk while we walk.”
Seeing Sun Xing’s response, Wen Yufeng didn’t say anything further and followed him.
The distance to Class 6 wasn’t far, and before Sun Xing could say much, they had already reached the back door of Class 6.
It was currently a break during the self-study period, and as soon as the students from Classes 7 and 6 saw Sun Xing approaching, they all quieted down. However, none of them were willing to go back into their classrooms, instead sneaking glances in their direction.
——After all, seeing Director Sun in the hallway wasn’t unusual, but the person following him was.
It was rare for him to make an appearance in the Class 6 classroom, averaging about one period per day. His rarity was second only to that of the art teachers in each class; even the students of Class 6 found it unusual, so it was no wonder that the boys and girls of Class 7 were curious, peeking through the doors and windows.
Two of them were bold enough not to move aside, standing right in the middle of the corridor outside the back door of Class 6.
One of them was even grinning cheekily.
“Greetings to Director Sun—”
The voice trailed off with a drawn-out, exaggerated tone, making the students who were watching burst into laughter.
Sun Xing didn’t need to turn around to know that it was Li Xiang causing trouble again.
He glared in his direction, turning back to scold him: “Li Xiang! Why aren’t you in the classroom getting ready for the next class? What are you doing out here?”
Li Xiang immediately struck a bodybuilder pose, turning back with a grin: “I’m getting ready for the next class!”
Before Sun Xing could respond, Li Xiang cheerfully added, straightening up: “Brother Yu said earlier that we’re playing basketball next period—physical education.”
“…”
Sun Xing looked at Wen Yufeng with a mix of frustration and helplessness.
Wen Yufeng, who was leaning against the back door with his hands in his pockets, noticed Sun Xing’s gaze. He lifted his eyelids and met Sun Xing’s eyes for a few seconds before looking away.
His thin lips curled slightly.
“…Li Xiang.” Wen Yufeng shifted his position, leaning against the doorframe, and nodded his sharp chin in the direction of the classroom. Then, with a faint smile, he turned back to Sun Xing. “Basketball class is canceled; next period will be a self-study session.”
“—What?!”
Li Xiang looked like he had been struck by lightning.
Beside him, Zhao Zirui, who had yellow-dyed hair, shot Li Xiang a glare.
“Serves you right for being so cocky…”
He muttered under his breath as he was the first to turn and head back into the classroom.
Li Xiang glanced at Wen Yufeng, seeing that despite the smile on his face, there was no trace of humor in his eyes. He could only shrink back, sulking as he returned to the classroom.
With those two gone, the other students lingering in the corridor quickly followed suit, leaving the hallway empty.
At that moment, Wen Yufeng turned ninety degrees, leaning his back against the door, hands still in his pockets as he looked at Sun Xing.
“Director Sun, I’ve done what you asked. Now I want a quiet month for the rest of this term.”
Sun Xing’s recently relaxed brow furrowed again. “But—”
“…”
The smile abruptly faded from Wen Yufeng’s face, and his dark eyes, in the midst of this approaching summer heat, held a chill as cold as winter snow.
“In the next month, no matter who asks you to check up on me… I’ll leave that to you, Director.”
With those words, Wen Yufeng straightened up and turned to walk back into the classroom.
As he left, his profile was cold and expressionless, every line of his face conveying a sense of icy detachment.
Sun Xing, standing in place, sighed and shook his head as he walked away.
He still had to think carefully about how to handle the upcoming “check-in calls” without offending anyone.
After all, in the Wen family, none of them were known for their good temper.
…
Wen Yufeng knew that Sun Xing must have received someone’s call, leading to today’s situation. So, even after returning to the classroom, his eyes still held a lingering chill.
As he entered the classroom from the back door with a cold expression, the effect was even more intimidating than when Teacher Fu entered—the noisy and chaotic room fell silent almost instantly.
Wen Yufeng paid little attention to his classmates’ behavior, not even raising an eyelid, and walked directly to his seat—
A double desk in the back corner, completely empty except for a thick, soft light-gray cushion laid across it.
After pulling out his chair, Wen Yufeng sat down and slumped onto the cushion.
His deep black eyes slowly closed.
Sensing that there was no further movement from the back of the classroom, many students let out a quiet sigh of relief.
But just as they were beginning to relax, a loud voice came running down the corridor and into the classroom—
“Big news, big news! There’s a new junior high girl in Teacher Fu’s office—she’s rumored to have topped the ninth-grade rankings in the latest monthly exam, and she finished our last math exam paper in just half an hour! She’s a genius among geniuses—”
The boy was beaming with excitement, but halfway through his speech, he noticed the strange atmosphere in the classroom. “Huh? Why do you all look like that?”
Someone glanced at him sympathetically before silently turning their gaze toward the back corner of the classroom.
—With the volume that guy used just now, even the soundest sleeper would have been woken up.
Not to mention, he had barely been lying down for three minutes.
Even Li Xiang was worried, whispering to Zhao Zirui, “With Brother Yu’s temper when he’s woken up, do you think that guy is going to be carried out horizontally today?”
“…”
Zhao Zirui thought back to how Wen Yufeng had walked into the classroom with a smile on his face but a cold look in his dark eyes, and for once, he wholeheartedly agreed with Li Xiang.
However, to everyone’s surprise—
Wen Yufeng, who had indeed sat up with a dark expression, listened to the excited boy for a few seconds, his eyes flickering, before lying back down without saying a word.
The student at the front, now looking like he had narrowly escaped death, hurried back to his seat.
At the back of the classroom, Li Xiang stared wide-eyed at Wen Yufeng, then turned back to Zhao Zirui with a mouthed question—
“Did I just see a ghost?”
“…”
Realizing that Wen Yufeng didn’t seem inclined to get angry over being woken up, the classroom soon filled with whispers as students discussed the news they had just heard.
For most students at Yishi High School, academic performance and grades were still their top concerns.
And “outstanding students” who earned various accolades due to their grades naturally became the main topic of conversation during their free time.
Since Li Xiang was bored after the “basketball class” was canceled, he uncharacteristically joined in the gossip about academics and good students, something he usually disliked.
“Imagine a junior high girl who can already solve our end-of-term exam problems. What kind of educational environment must she come from?”
“…”
Zhao Zirui didn’t bother to respond, rolling his eyes at him.
Seeing this reaction, Li Xiang only became more interested. “You can tell just by thinking about it—she’s probably wearing thick, bottle-bottom glasses, with the most old-fashioned hairstyle, and looking like—”
“Smack!”
A soft cushion landed on the back of Li Xiang’s head, not too hard, but enough to get his attention.
Li Xiang’s first instinct was to jump up in anger, but before he could even say the word “who,” he looked down and saw that the “weapon” that had struck him was none other than a familiar light-gray cushion.
Li Xiang shrank his neck and immediately looked fearfully in the direction it had come from.
The boy sitting there still had one hand in the throwing position, his deep black eyes glinting with an icy smile.
His thin lips parted slightly—
“If you say one more damn word, try me.”