My Years as the Pure Love Interest at the Noble Academy

"Broken leg?" Murong Huan was skeptical. "Him? As agile as he is? Even Zhang Yong can\'t catch up with him when his legs are perfectly fine."

"I also feel something\'s not quite right," Quan Le agreed with Murong Huan\'s assessment, then turned his gaze to Song Yi and asked, "Top student? What\'s wrong with your foot?"

Murong Huan answered for her, "Song Yi was practicing dance for the sports meet, but something went wrong too. She fell from the platform and sprained her ankle, so I accompanied her to the infirmary."

After Murong Huan\'s explanation, all three of them fell into silence.

Quan Le stared intently at Song Yi, trying to find some clues in her expression, and opened his mouth to say, "Well..."

Song Yi, mimicking Shen Yujing\'s earlier behavior, released her grip on Murong Huan\'s shoulder, covered her face, and walked toward the exit.

Her movements were swift and energetic.

In the end, Quan Le and Murong Huan stood together and spent half an hour criticizing both Shen Yujing and Song Yi, while Zhang Yong stood beside them, completely confused about what was happening.

Shen Yujing, annoyed by all the noise, turned to Song Yi and said, "Hey, who told you to use the same method? Copying me?"

Song Yi was exasperated, "Get your facts straight. I arrived at the infirmary first, so if anything, you\'re the one copying me!"

"Huh." Shen Yujing sneered, "I\'ve never copied anyone in all these years."

"Stop arguing! What\'s there to fight about?" Murong Huan interrupted them, looking at them as if they were crazy. "So, you two put on this whole act just to avoid participating in the sports meet?"

Both fell silent, then nodded simultaneously, because that was exactly the case.

Bringing this up made Shen Yujing even more irritated, "It\'s all that old man\'s fault. He\'s already eighty years old but won\'t retire and keeps bothering us with these pointless things."

Murong Huan said, "But the principal only made it mandatory for third-year students to sign up. If you didn\'t want to participate, you could have just not shown up today and been automatically disqualified."

Song Yi: "?"

Shen Yujing: "??"

"That\'s right," Quan Le nodded and looked at Shen Yujing, "When I saw you running so fast during self-study period, I thought you were eager to participate in pole vaulting, so I didn\'t tell you."

Song Yi & Shen Yujing: "..."

How did it turn out like this?

So, what exactly was the point of their elaborate performance?

*

In the end, Song Yi and Shen Yujing got what they wanted – neither had to participate in any events.

Tuesday evening, during self-study period.

Sitting in the classroom studying felt much more comfortable than practicing dance. Song Yi completed two sets of test papers in one go.

Suddenly, a paper ball hit the back of her head and fell to the ground.

Song Yi turned around to see Quan Le looking at her from the back rows, pointing at the paper ball on the floor.

Song Yi bent down to pick up the paper ball and opened it, finding only three words: Check your phone.

Song Yi took out her phone and saw a new WeChat message notification.

[Lonely Wolf] has added you to a group chat.

Song Yi: "..."

Yes, this Lonely Wolf was indeed Shen Yujing.

At the moment, there were only three people in the group.

[Lonely Wolf]: I need to announce something very serious.

[Listen to Me]: ?

[Song You Leave]: ?

[Lonely Wolf]: Shen Luo\'s teacher just called me.

[Song You Leave]: Who\'s Shen Luo?

[Listen to Me]: Who\'s Shen Luo?

[Lonely Wolf]: ... My cousin.

Song Yi finally remembered that Shen Luo was that strange kid with a bad temper who had pestered her about studying during Shen Yujing\'s birthday party a few days ago.

Shen Yujing continued sending messages in the group.

[Lonely Wolf]: One of his subject teachers said his last homework was terrible and wants to call his parents.

[Listen to Me]: One subject, which one?

[Song You Leave]: It definitely wasn\'t the subject I tutored him in.

[Listen to Me]: Couldn\'t be mine either.

[Lonely Wolf]: ? What are you two implying

[Listen to Me]: Let\'s be honest, the top student is first in our grade, and I\'m from Class A. Shen Yujing, you\'re the most suspicious one.

[Lonely Wolf]: How is that possible? Don\'t look down on me!

[Listen to Me]: We\'ll find out if we go check! We just need to avoid calling the parents, right? Let\'s go!

[Lonely Wolf]: Fine, meet at the school gate at 6 @everyone

Song Yi: "...?"

Surely that "everyone" didn\'t include her?

[Listen to Me]: Alright, whoever doesn\'t show up is guilty!

[Lonely Wolf]: Only a bastard would be guilty!

[Listen to Me]: Fine! Whoever doesn\'t show up is a bastard!

[Lonely Wolf]: Bastard!!!

Song Yi remained silent.

Your whole families are bastards!!!

*

Evening, after school.

Quan Le stopped Song Yi and invited her, "Come on, top student, let\'s go see the results."

Song Yi: "I\'m not interes..."

"Let\'s hurry over there, and after meeting with the teacher, we can grab a meal at Shen Luo\'s elementary school cafeteria – it\'s absolutely amazing. You know how our school cafeteria is already quite good, but it\'s not even in the same league as theirs," Quan Le continued on his own, then asked Song Yi, "What were you saying just now?"

Song Yi immediately changed her tune, saying, "I can\'t wait, let\'s go!"

They arrived at the school gate together, where Shen Yujing\'s car was already waiting, with him sitting in the back seat.

Song Yi opened the front door, but Quan Le got in before her, "I get carsick, so I need to sit in front. Thanks, top student."

Song Yi: "..."

Shen Yujing leaned back in the car, arms crossed, looking at her, "What are you spacing out for? Get in. What\'s wrong? Don\'t tell me you\'re afraid of me?"

Song Yi rolled her eyes at him before getting in.

The drive from Saint Slee Academy to Shen Luo\'s private elementary school wasn\'t far, only about twenty minutes.

Quan Le sat in the front seat, looking utterly miserable from his motion sickness, constantly making retching sounds.

Even though Uncle Chen had provided many anti-motion sickness remedies from the car, Quan Le\'s condition hadn\'t improved much.

Shen Yujing looked at Quan Le with disgust and said, "This car was my father\'s birthday gift to me. If you can\'t hold it in, just say so. If you throw up in here, you\'ll have to deal with me."

They were still halfway to the elementary school, and Quan Le looked like he might throw up at any moment.

Song Yi couldn\'t stand watching anymore, as she was starting to feel nauseous herself – from his behavior.

So Song Yi said, "Let\'s stop. We can find another way to get there."

"That won\'t work," Shen Yujing explained, knowing Quan Le well. "He gets motion sickness on any vehicle. It\'s congenital. He\'s seen countless famous doctors, but nothing helps."

Song Yi asked, somewhat confused, "Then how do you get to and from school every day?"

Quan Le\'s head was leaning against the window as he answered in a trembling voice, "I have an apartment across from the school. Ever since I was young, we\'ve bought properties near places I frequently visit to minimize travel time."

Song Yi: "..."

She would never understand the world of the wealthy.

But Song Yi still insisted, "Stop the car. I\'ll take you there."

Quan Le turned around, his face pale, and asked, "How?"

How? Of course by—

Sitting on the back of the shared electric bike\'s seat, Quan Le awkwardly stretched out his legs and grabbed the hem of Song Yi\'s school uniform jacket, asking, "Will this work?"

Song Yi gripped the handlebars of the shared electric bike, one foot on the pedal and the other on the ground, "Why wouldn\'t it? Hold on tight to me, let\'s go!"

In the luxury car.

Shen Yujing sat by the window, expressionlessly watching the shared electric bike riding parallel to them, now being the only person left in the car.

Song Yi and Quan Le seemed to be chatting about something, laughing and appearing quite happy.

Of course, if Song Yi and Quan Le knew what Shen Yujing was thinking right now, they would both be quite exasperated.

Please, one was very weak and the other impatient, one doubted the other\'s "driving skills," and one found the other too chatty and annoying.

This scene had absolutely nothing to do with having a pleasant conversation.

But Shen Yujing watched and felt very uneasy about it.

Although Quan Le was his friend, and it was normal for Song Yi to help take care of him, he just couldn\'t feel happy about it.

Why was Quan Le acting so fragile? His face was practically pressed against Song Yi\'s back. Didn\'t he understand the proper distance between men and women?

And those hands - grabbing the hem of her clothes would have been fine, couldn\'t he put them a bit lower?

Shen Yujing didn\'t want to watch anymore and said to Uncle Chen: "Drive faster."

After saying this, he closed his eyes and leaned against the car window to rest.

Meanwhile, outside the car.

Song Yi was riding a shared electric bike with Quan Le, "racing" along the way.

Seeing that Shen Yujing\'s car had sped up, to avoid falling behind, she accelerated to maximum speed.

Quan Le\'s motion sickness had improved slightly, but now the cold wind was making his head spin. He unconsciously gripped Song Yi tighter and shouted: "Top student! What\'s going on?"

Song Yi: "Shen Yujing wants to overtake us."

Quan Le: "Obviously! Have you seen what kind of car he\'s in compared to what we\'re riding?"

How could four wheels and two wheels even compare?

But Song Yi\'s response was simply: "Not happening."

Since they were already here, they couldn\'t fall too far behind.

Soon enough, Shen Yujing and his four-wheeled vehicle were stopped by a red light, forced to wait for them.

Shen Yujing rolled down his window, revealing his beautiful almond-shaped eyes as he looked at them, "Want to get in?"

"No, no," Quan Le immediately refused, and praised: "I think this ride is quite comfortable. Although the wind is strong and the seat is a bit hard, at least I\'m not getting carsick!"

As soon as Quan Le finished speaking, Shen Yujing\'s window rolled back up.

However, the good times didn\'t last long. At the next intersection—

"Stop!"

A traffic police officer held out his hand to stop Song Yi and Quan Le, "You two, get off."

Both of them looked confused but dismounted together.

The officer looked at them sternly, "I\'ve been following you two for a while now. Do you know you\'re breaking the rules?"

Song Yi: "Huh?"

Quan Le: "Huh?"

For the next five minutes, the officer gave them a stern lecture.

In short, shared electric bikes couldn\'t carry passengers, neither of them was wearing helmets, and more outrageously, they had tried to "race" against a Maybach.

Finally, the officer announced their punishment: a fifty-yuan fine and they had to post an apology on WeChat Moments that needed to get twenty likes.

Quan Le\'s face, which had just recovered from motion sickness, turned pale again. "Can we negotiate? Can we pay a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand instead of posting on Moments?"

Money wasn\'t the issue, but posting on Moments would mean losing all face and dignity.

"No!" The officer looked at Quan Le, "You two broke the rules! Negotiate? What\'s there to negotiate?"

At this moment, Shen Yujing, seemingly just realizing he\'d left the two behind, drove back looking for them.

Seeing a traffic officer standing in front of Quan Le and Song Yi, Shen Yujing curiously approached, "What are you doing?"

The officer saw Shen Yujing and the Maybach parked nearby and said: "You\'re the one racing with them, right? You also need to post an apology on Moments and get twenty likes before you can leave!"

Shen Yujing: "...?"

While Quan Le and Shen Yujing were being lectured, Song Yi immediately took out her phone and started editing her Moments post. She blocked her father and all Saint Slee classmates, easily gathering twenty likes from her old middle school friends.

Shen Yujing and Quan Le weren\'t so lucky - their likes came from Saint Slee students.

Based on their Moments posts, a legend emerged on the academy\'s forum:

Shen Yujing and Quan Le rode a shared electric bike trying to race a luxury car and were stopped and punished by the police.

Song Yi perfectly disappeared from this story, and she was quite satisfied with this outcome.

Of course, that was all aftermath.

*

At present, in an elementary school office.

The young homeroom teacher, who had only been on the job for a few days, held the homework with slightly trembling hands. She kept her eyes down but tried to tell herself—

Deep breaths! Deep breaths! Don\'t be nervous!

No matter how rich they are, they\'re just students! Don\'t be afraid! There\'s nothing to fear!

The young men and women before her wore uniforms from the city\'s most prestigious private high school, all looking clearly wealthy and privileged.

None of them looked particularly pleased, and these weren\'t the kind of people a young teacher could afford to offend.

So the homeroom teacher tried to maintain a gentle smile and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

Shen Yujing: "I\'m Shen Luo\'s cousin."

Quan Le: "I\'m Shen Luo\'s cousin\'s friend."

Song Yi: "I\'m... I\'m nothing."

Hearing Shen Yujing introduce himself, the homeroom teacher realized why they were there and quickly got up to offer them chairs, "Please, have a seat."

The teacher showed them Shen Luo\'s grades from the start of this semester and analyzed his learning situation.

Shen Yujing interrupted the teacher, "I don\'t want to know about that. I\'m only concerned about the homework he submitted last weekend. Which assignment specifically had problems that made you call us here?"

Quan Le and Song Yi nodded in agreement.

The teacher then took out Shen Luo\'s homework and said seriously, "Strictly speaking, every assignment."

Shen Yujing: "?"

Quan Le: "??"

Song Yi: "???"

During the time that followed, the three listened to the explanation of all the mistakes.

Actually, their overall work was correct, but they made mistakes in various details.

For instance, incomplete solution processes, or forgetting to include units and such.

Finally, Shen Yujing asked, "Teacher, I\'d like to ask about one problem."

Shen Yujing asked about the problem that had caused the three of them to argue endlessly.

But when the teacher opened Shen Luo\'s homework book, they found that he had left that question blank.

Clearly, Shen Luo didn\'t trust any of them.

The homeroom teacher carefully looked at the question and, under their expectant gazes, said, "Oh my, how careless of Shen Luo, he copied the numbers from the question wrong."

The three: "..."

How did this happen?

What was the point of all their calculations that day?

Therefore, at dinner in the cafeteria, Shen Yujing\'s hand came down hard on his cousin\'s forehead, "You can\'t even copy a question correctly? Do you ever pay attention in class?"

Quan Le: "Shen Yujing, you\'re not really in a position to criticize him."

Song Yi: "Well said, I agree."

The most special classes at Saint Slee Academy were Class A and Class B. The former consisted of academically excellent students, while the latter was mainly filled with children from the wealthiest families.

The school also placed some students with decent family backgrounds and grades in Class B, creating an illusion of "parallel classes" except for Class A.

Shen Luo hugged his textbook, his small face and big eyes full of resentment as he glared at Shen Yujing, clearly showing that the relationship between the cousins wasn\'t very good.

Shen Yujing ignored Quan Le\'s sarcasm and skillfully snatched Shen Luo\'s meal card from his jacket, then led them to eat on the second floor.

This school\'s cafeteria had the same design as Saint Slee\'s - affordable prices on the first floor, expensive on the second.

When Shen Luo\'s meal card was swiped, showing a balance of 100,000, Song Yi remained unfazed, having already seen the million in Shen Yujing\'s card earlier.

However, Song Yi was disappointed that the cafeteria food wasn\'t as amazing as Quan Le had claimed. It was acceptable, but not worth making a special trip for.

After dinner, everyone naturally went their separate ways.

Shen Yujing dragged his cousin into the luxury car, Song Yi took the bus, and Quan Le rode a shared electric bike alone, with a genuinely happy smile on his face.

Since everyone already knew about the shared bike incident, Quan Le decided to go all in and posted on Moments.

Quan Le V: Learned a new skill today~ @Song Yi [Photo]

Quan Le\'s photo was a selfie of him on the shared electric bike.

Song Yi responded very casually with a thumbs up.

Meanwhile, Shen Yujing looked at this Moments post with furrowed brows.

Why hadn\'t he found Quan Le so annoying before?

Just because Song Yi gave him a ride on a shared electric bike? Was that such a big deal that he had to keep talking about it over and over? Was he afraid someone wouldn\'t know? Did he really need to post about it on WeChat Moments? Didn\'t he have anything better to do?

Shen Yujing got increasingly irritated until he finally blocked Quan Le\'s Moments.

Ah, the world instantly felt more peaceful.

*

The next morning.

Song Yi had just arrived in class and was about to put her phone on silent when she saw new WeChat messages.

[Listen to Quan]: Good morning bros! Another day of riding shared electric bikes to school! [Picture]

Song Yi was confused.

Wait, why hadn\'t this group chat been disbanded yet?

Not only was it still active, but it now had a name—

[Saint Slee Shared Electric Bike Riding Experience Exchange Headquarters]

And in the next second, the group name changed.

[Lonely Wolf] changed the group name to [Everyone\'s an Idiot Except Me].

[Listen to Quan]: ?

[Song Leave Me]: ??

[Lonely Wolf]: ...Sorry, misclick.

[Lonely Wolf] changed the group name back to [Saint Slee Shared Electric Bike Riding Experience Exchange Headquarters].

Well, it was changed back.

But Song Yi didn\'t understand—would this strange-sounding group really get a fourth member?

Thinking this, she quit the group without hesitation.

[Listen to Quan] invited you to join the group.

Song Yi quit again.

[Lonely Wolf] invited you to join the group.

Song Yi: "..."

Whatever, let them have their fun.

So Song Yi stopped paying attention to the group and put her phone in her desk drawer to continue studying.

The warning bell rang, and most of the class had arrived.

Song Yi kept her head down, continuing to work on problems when suddenly something was placed on her desk—it was a bottle of strawberry milk, the same kind she\'d bought at the convenience store yesterday.

Song Yi looked up to see Hang Feng standing in front of her.

Curious glances from around the classroom fell on them, while the dark-haired boy just looked down at her silently, his expression as still as dead water.

Sensing the strange atmosphere, Jiang Yiheng also looked over.

Song Yi looked at the bottle of milk and said, "I don\'t need this."

Hang Feng said, "It was yours to begin with."

Because Song Yi had given him seven yuan yesterday, which he didn\'t need.

Song Yi understood and nodded, "Oh, I see. Then wait a moment."

She lowered her head and took out a coin from her wallet, placing it in Hang Feng\'s hand, "Then this should be yours."

Hang Feng looked down at the coin in his hand, feeling his blood pressure rising again uncontrollably.

What exactly was she doing? Being so precise about even one yuan—did she think he was that poor?

At that moment, Song Yi also took out a bandage and put it in Hang Feng\'s hand, "I see you\'re not wearing a bandage today. It\'s fine, these aren\'t expensive, just keep it."

The bandage was light, almost weightless, but when Song Yi placed it in his hand, Hang Feng suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

In that instant, he felt he could forgive her rudeness, her presumptions, and all that unnecessary and excessive sympathy.

His body felt somewhat inexplicably stiff, making him turn away wordlessly and return to his seat instead of speaking.

He touched his cheek—he\'d removed the bandage before washing his face and forgotten to put on a new one.

This might have been the first time someone had shown genuine concern for him, without pretense, and somehow it didn\'t feel as repulsive.

It wasn\'t until the class bell rang that he lowered his head to look at the bandage in his hand.

He wished he hadn\'t looked—his expression froze.

The bandage was primarily light-colored, but on the other side were many... turtles?

No, not turtles—little tortoises.

Hang Feng: "...?"

He clenched his fist, the flat bandage\'s edges digging into his palm.

After a moment, he relaxed his hand and carefully placed the bandage in his pocket.

Never mind, she probably didn\'t mean anything by it.

At least, he hoped not.

*

Meanwhile, at the back of the classroom.

Having witnessed everything, Quan Le picked up his phone and started texting Shen Yujing.

[Wow, that Hang Feng\'s only been here two days and he\'s already trying to get close to our top student!]

Perhaps because he was so grateful that Song Yi had taught him how to use the shared bikes, Quan Le had changed from calling her "special honors student" to "top student," showing notably more respect.

Shen Yujing replied almost instantly.

[?]

Quan Le raised his phone and took a picture of the strawberry milk on Song Yi\'s desk.

This time Shen Yujing replied with [.]

Quan Le didn\'t understand, but he soon would, because as soon as class ended, Shen Yujing came to Class A.

Shen Yujing\'s arrival was quite eye-catching, as he was carrying more than ten bottles of strawberry milk.

As Shen Yujing walked, milk bottles kept falling, and Zhang Yong kept picking them up behind him.

But when all these strawberry milk bottles were piled on her desk, Song Yi\'s mouth twitched slightly as she asked, "What are you doing?"

Shen Yujing turned his face away and said, "I just passed by the convenience store and saw these were half-price because they\'re about to expire, so I bought them all for you since they were cheap."

Song Yi\'s face was expressionless, "They\'re about to expire and you bought me so many?"

Was he trying to make her drink them all or trying to kill her?

Hearing Song Yi\'s response, Shen Yujing\'s expression became stiff, then annoyed.

Hadn\'t she missed the point? That was just an excuse he\'d made up!

Noticing the commotion in the classroom, Hang Feng also looked up.

Seeing Shen Yujing with his arms full of strawberry milk, as a fellow man, Hang Feng naturally understood what the other was thinking.

But clearly Shen Yujing was overthinking it, because that hadn\'t been his intention at all.

But it didn\'t matter, it wasn\'t his business.

Thinking this, Hang Feng was about to put his head down to continue sleeping when he suddenly met Song Yi\'s gaze.

"Hey!" Song Yi called out to Hang Feng directly, waving at him.

Hang Feng: "..."

Suddenly he had a bad feeling, hoping it was just his imagination.

Song Yi held up the strawberry milk in front of her and called his name, "Hang Feng! You need to give me four yuan back!"

Hang Feng: "..."

When half the class\'s attention focused on Hang Feng, he somewhat regretted coming to school today as well.

Song Yi\'s thinking was simple—hadn\'t Shen Yujing just said the strawberry milk was half-price today? She\'d been overcharged!

Ever since she\'d been forced to work hard in the cafeteria under Shen Yujing\'s torment, Song Yi felt that every cent in her life was hard-earned and must be cherished.

Seeing Hang Feng\'s expression turn unpleasant, Song Yi sighed, "Never mind! I know you don\'t have money! Keep it!"

This time, Hang Feng got up and walked to Song Yi\'s side, taking out a hundred-yuan note from his pocket and slapping it on her desk.

The movement was so sudden it pushed Shen Yujing aside.

Hang Feng leaned on the desk with both hands, looking down at Song Yi, emphasizing each word: "I told you, I have money."

Song Yi nodded and said one word, "Oh."

Obviously, it was perfunctory and insincere.

Shen Yujing looked at Hang Feng, then at Song Yi, "What do you mean? He doesn\'t have money?"

Song Yi answered, "He does, but he only has a hundred yuan. Poor thing."

So Shen Yujing took the hundred-yuan note and stuffed it back into Hang Feng\'s hand, saying disdainfully, "Take it back, what are you trying to prove with just a hundred?"

Hang Feng: "..."

His hand tightened, nearly crumpling the hundred-yuan note into a ball.

Were these two even listening to him? Why were they having their own conversation and reaching such strange conclusions? Was it that they couldn\'t understand human speech, or was he not speaking human language?

While Hang Feng was falling into self-doubt, Shen Yujing suddenly found Hang Feng more tolerable, thinking Song Yi probably wouldn\'t like someone poorer than her.

Shen Yujing kindly asked, "You\'re in the grade\'s top ten, right? Have you applied for the scholarship this year? Those old guys at school have lots of money, might as well take it—pride won\'t feed you."

Song Yi nodded, agreeing with Shen Yujing, "That\'s right, I got a lot of money this year, don\'t be shy about it."

Hang Feng: "..."

Under the "caring" gazes of Shen Yujing and Song Yi, Hang Feng, unable to bear it any longer and not wanting to explain to them, threw a hundred yuan on the table and turned to leave.

At the same time, the bell rang for class to begin, and Jiang Yiheng walked in from the front door, just brushing past Hang Feng.

Seeing Hang Feng suddenly leave, and noticing that the other students\' eyes were on Song Yi, as well as the presence of Shen Yujing, who shouldn\'t be there and was very much in the way, Jiang Yiheng looked at Song Yi and asked, "What\'s wrong with Hang Feng?"

Song Yi thought for a moment and answered seriously, "Maybe he\'s applying for a scholarship."

Shen Yujing agreed wholeheartedly, "He left in a hurry, he seems to really need the money."

Jiang Yiheng: "……"

As far as he knew, Hang Feng wasn\'t short of money.

Forget it, asking these two probably wouldn\'t yield any reliable information.

So Jiang Yiheng changed the subject and asked Shen Yujing, "Class is starting, are you going to stay here?"

Shen Yujing blurted out, "I admire your class\'s English teacher very much, so I specially came to attend a class."

Jiang Yiheng: "But the next class is math."

Shen Yujing: "……"

Forget it, his math was the worst.

So Shen Yujing took the strawberry milk that Hang Feng had left on Song Yi\'s desk and left.

These bottles of milk piled up into a small mountain in front of Song Yi, and Jiang Yiheng\'s voice was cold, "Starting a small shop?"

"No, no!" Song Yi quickly denied, then carried all the milk to the lost and found cabinet at the back of the classroom.

The math teacher soon entered the class, and today\'s lesson officially began.

Quan Le turned back to look at the lost and found cabinet behind him, took down two bottles of milk, one for himself and one for his desk mate, "Why not drink it? Come on, nourish your brain, study hard."

Three days later, the sports meet.

The flag-filled playground, the blue sky and white clouds, and the sun were just right, making for a very comfortable weather.

Murong Huan stood on the podium in a golden gown, a color that could have been tacky but was made even more noble by her presence, and next to her stood Jiang Yiheng in a black suit, as they were co-hosting this sports meet.

What a match made in heaven, Song Yi thought as she took out her phone and snapped a few photos of them to send to Murong Huan.

First came the familiar principal\'s speech, the eighty-year-old principal standing on the stage with great passion, while the eighteen-year-old boys and girls below were all yawning as they listened.

Song Yi, with her head down, was reciting English words from a small booklet.

Because in another week, it would be time for the monthly exam again.

Although Song Yi\'s grades were not bad, the original owner was the top student in the grade, which was still a gap.

For Song Yi, she had to continue to work hard and get high scores in the exams to be able to receive the generous scholarship from Saint Slee Academy, so that she and her father could have a good life.

Suddenly, Song Yi felt more and more like the self-reliant heroine of a Mary Sue novel.

It really was, the will of fate.

After the principal\'s speech, other teachers spoke, and after the opening ceremony was completely over, it was time for the competitions to begin. Students who were not participating in the events could choose to cheer for the athletes or have free time.

Soon, the cheerleading performance, which closed the opening ceremony and marked the official start of the sports meet, began, with the team members taking the stage.

Chen Xue stood in the absolute center, and it had to be said that her dance skills were quite good. Song Yi watched sincerely and applauded.

Alright, it was over, nothing to do with her.

So next, Song Yi took a detour to the milk tea shop next to the convenience store, bought a cup of her favorite milk tea, and prepared to head to the library to study.

Song Yi posted a moment on her social media.

[Seventeen years old, paying in full for a cup of milk tea, the independence of a woman is so cool.]

Half an hour later.

Murong Huan, dressed in a golden gown, rushed to the library, her expression anxious, "Song Yi, why are you here? Do you know how long I\'ve been looking for you?"

Song Yi looked up from her book in confusion and asked, "Ah?"

Murong Huan grabbed her wrist directly, "Don\'t \'ah\' anymore, come with me quickly, Shen Yujing is about to participate in the 3000-meter long-distance race! Hurry! Let\'s go cheer for him!"

Song Yi was even more confused, "Isn\'t he not participating?"

Murong Huan: "With his athletic talent, not participating would be a loss for our Class B."

Song Yi understood, anyway, such an important "highlight" event, the male lead couldn\'t really be absent.

So Song Yi said, "No, I\'m not interested."

Murong Huan was stunned for a moment, then pulled out the chair in front of Song Yi and sat down, staring intently into her eyes.

Song Yi felt a bit uncomfortable under Murong Huan\'s gaze and waved her hand in front of her, "What are you looking at?"

"I\'m looking to see if you have any tricks up your sleeve," Murong Huan said, her beautiful face showing a hint of annoyance, "What\'s going on with you? Are you lying to me? Do you still consider me a friend?"

"Of course, I consider you a friend," Song Yi said helplessly, but had to explain, "But that has nothing to do with my not wanting to watch Shen Yujing\'s race."

"I know that many girls will be cheering for Shen Yujing, and you\'ll definitely be jealous, but I promise you, he doesn\'t accept drinks from just anyone."

Song Yi: "That\'s not the point."

As if thinking of something, Murong Huan suddenly asked vigilantly, "Could it be that you don\'t like Shen Yujing anymore?"

Song Yi: "……"

Like, she had to like him, at least in front of Murong Huan.

So in the end, Song Yi still followed Murong Huan to the stadium.

The 3000-meter race was about to start, with a dozen boys standing under the national flag, warming up in preparation.

Among them, Shen Yujing was the most eye-catching.

It wasn\'t because he was handsome, nor because he had the protagonist\'s halo, but because his golden hair was too conspicuous among these ordinary high school students, impossible to ignore.

Murong Huan pulled Song Yi towards them, or more accurately, dragged her.

Murong Huan waved from afar and shouted, "Shen Yujing! We\'re here to cheer for you!"

Quan Le, one of the contestants, was a bit surprised and said, "Yo, Murong Huan? Have you changed your ways?"

Knowing that their personalities were not easy to get along with, once they clashed, it was hard to reconcile, so over the years, they had tacitly agreed to stay out of each other\'s way, naturally interacting less and not being very close.

Shen Yujing didn\'t say anything, but his eyes were fixed on Song Yi beside Murong Huan.

Song Yi felt uncomfortable being stared at and tugged at Murong Huan\'s hand, asking, "Do we have to go over?"

Murong Huan nodded and said, "Just to say hello."

As the words were spoken, when they stood together—

Shen Yujing raised his chin haughtily, trying hard to maintain an indifferent expression, "You\'re here."

Quan Le also asked, "Murong Huan? Is that really you? Has the sun come out from the west?"

Murong Huan patted Song Yi\'s shoulder and looked at Shen Yujing, "She has something she wants to say to you."

The heart raced wildly, uncontrollable nervousness, and inexplicable anticipation.

Shen Yujing still tried to act calm and asked Song Yi, "What do you want to say?"

Although Shen Yujing tried hard, the joy in his peach blossom eyes couldn\'t hide his current mood.

For Song Yi, the phrase "caught between a rock and a hard place" was enough to fully express her feelings.

Song Yi and Shen Yujing awkwardly looked at each other, and she could also see Murong Huan standing beside her with her peripheral vision.

Under the sunlight, Murong Huan\'s pink hair and Shen Yujing\'s golden hair were both very dazzling.

Oh no, it could also be said to be glaring.

Out of the blue, Song Yi looked at Shen Yujing and said, "I have a wish."

Shen Yujing nodded, "Go ahead."

Wish? Shen Yujing already had an answer in his mind.

Song Yi must be hoping he would win the 3000-meter long-distance race and give her the gold medal as a gift.

Many girls had already made this request to him, but Shen Yujing hadn\'t paid any attention to them.

If she said a word of encouragement to him, he would reluctantly agree.

In Shen Yujing\'s expectant gaze, Song Yi pointed to her head and sincerely said, "I want to dye this thing green."

That way, they would be the traffic light trio.

Shen Yujing: "?"

Murong Huan: "??"

Quan Le: "???"

Song Yi\'s words fell, and the scene fell into a deep silence.

Until the announcement sounded—

"Please prepare for the men\'s 3000-meter long-distance race..."

Shen Yujing: "I\'m leaving first."

Quan Le: "Me too."

The two turned around and left in unison.

Murong Huan reached out and stroked Song Yi\'s hair, "It looks so good, what are you thinking? Don\'t mess around."

Song Yi asked her, "Then why did you dye your hair pink?"

Murong Huan replied: "It\'s natural."

Song Yi: "???"

Seeing that Song Yi didn\'t believe her, Murong Huan took out her phone and showed her a family photo, "Look, this is my grandmother, she has red hair, this is my mother, her hair color is lighter, and by the time it got to me, it was completely pink!"

Song Yi: "……?"

Such a Mary Sue setting actually exists? Is this scientific??

Before Song Yi could figure this out, she was pulled by Murong Huan to the crowd of girls to cheer for Shen Yujing.

There were indeed many girls at school who liked Shen Yujing, and the cheering was on par with a concert.

Shen Yujing also performed exceptionally well, always far ahead on the track, leading the second place by nearly half a lap.

In the end, as expected, Shen Yujing, the male lead, naturally won first place and took a photo on the highest step of the podium with the second and third place winners.

However, when countless girls surrounded Shen Yujing, and he ran towards her—

Song Yi admitted, she panicked.

Because the original plot mentioned that after Shen Yujing won a gold medal at the sports meet, he hung it around the original protagonist\'s neck in front of everyone.

As a result, the original protagonist was further bullied by countless girls who liked Shen Yujing.

This chapter made countless readers exclaim "I\'m obsessed," but it made Song Yi realize the danger was approaching. She didn\'t want to develop any real romance with Shen Yujing!

So when Shen Yujing approached her, Song Yi took a step to the side and stretched out a foot.

"Bang—"

Shen Yujing fell to the ground.

And his hand involuntarily grabbed the nearest object, which was Song Yi.

With another loud crash, Song Yi fell to the ground as well.

In the midst of everyone\'s exclamations, Song Yi tried to stand up but felt a piercing pain in her ankle.

Damn (a type of plant).

She suddenly had a bad feeling.

And the next second, Shen Yujing\'s voice also rang out—

"Quan Le! Help me up! My leg seems to be broken!"

Song Yi: "……"

Was this the legendary tragedy of fate?

Where was the halo of the male and female leads?

She didn\'t understand.