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Chapter 9: School Atmosphere
The junior student's eyes were red and puffy, as if she had been crying. She exuded a fragile, pitiful aura.
From a distance, she waved at Xueheng and forced a smile, greeting him.
Seeing her like this, Xueheng understood, and muttered to himself, "So that's what happened..."
"Hmm? What's this junior doing here? She's quite brave, coming to our class to look for you even before lunch break. " Li Ge was taken aback.
He was a bit nearsighted and wasn't wearing his glasses at the moment, so he didn't notice the junior's expression clearly. Instead, he smiled at Xueheng and said, "Be gentle when you reject her. Don't hurt her too much. It might be nice to try dating. With those long, beautiful legs, she's not a bad match for you..."
Xueheng didn't say much, just hummed in acknowledgment, and got up to walk out of the classroom.
Many students in the class had noticed the pretty junior at the door, and with the earlier shout-out, they all knew she was looking for Xueheng. Now, they turned their heads to watch as Xueheng walked out of the classroom.
Once Xueheng and the junior left together, the flames of gossip ignited in the class, sparking a heated discussion.
...
Xueheng followed the junior to the staircase at the end of the corridor. As it was almost time for class, the students had returned to their classrooms, leaving the corridor empty.
"This spot will do."
Xueheng spoke up.
"Go ahead. What's the matter?"
As soon as the junior heard Xueheng speak, tears began to flow uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry, senior. It's all my fault..."
She began to explain what had happened, but between her sobs and agitated state, her words were incoherent, and her phrasing was difficult to understand. However, Xueheng patiently listened without rushing her, only asking for clarification when he really couldn't understand something.
Once she finished recounting the incident, Xueheng finally understood what had transpired.
In summary, this pretty second-year junior had a suitor in her class, named Pei Youguang.
The name was well-known in the affiliated high school, and Xueheng recalled it—it belonged to a school bully, the kind who acted like a tyrant on campus.
The issue stemmed from yesterday's physical education class when the junior had come to bring him a towel.
Apparently, someone had seen him accepting the towel and reported it to Pei Youguang. This morning, Pei had loudly declared in class that he would teach Xueheng a lesson.
"... "
Although Xueheng had a hunch about the reason when he saw the tearful junior seeking him out, he still found it a bit laughable when his suspicions were confirmed.
"Senior, I'm really sorry. I begged him for a long time not to bother you, but he just wouldn't listen..." The junior sniffled and wiped her tears.
Xueheng: "... "
Are you sure you're not pouring oil on the fire?
He was speechless. If it weren't for the fact that these half-grown kids often lacked foresight, he would have suspected that the junior was deliberately stirring up trouble.
This type of boy, who resorted to physical competition and displays of strength, obviously had a hot-tempered nature. Hearing the person he liked pleading for someone else would only fuel his anger, and he might even subconsciously feel justified in his actions, thinking that he had found a 'weakness'—otherwise, the junior wouldn't be so afraid.
However, Xueheng didn't blame her.
He nodded and said, "I understand. You can go back now."
After a pause, he added, "... This isn't your fault. Don't worry about it. I'll handle it."
Did the junior have a problem? Perhaps, to some extent.
But how big of a problem was it, really?
Even in the cases of Bao Si, Daji, and Yang Guifei, the main blame never fell on them.
"Senior..."
The junior was touched.
"I've always..."
She wanted to take this opportunity to say something, but she realized that Xueheng had already turned and was walking back to his class, clearly not intending to listen to what she had to say next.
The junior student's eyes were red and puffy, as if she'd been crying. She exuded an air of fragile vulnerability. From a distance, she waved at Xueheng and forced a smile, greeting him.
Seeing her like this, Xueheng understood and muttered to himself, "So that's what happened..."
"Hmm? What's this junior doing here? She's quite bold, coming to our class to look for you even before the lunch break." Li Ge was taken aback. His nearsightedness, coupled with not wearing his glasses at the moment, prevented him from noticing the junior's expression clearly. Instead, he smiled at Xueheng and said, "Be gentle when you turn her down. Don't break her heart too badly. It might be nice to consider dating. With those long, gorgeous legs, she's not a bad match for you..."
Xueheng didn't say much; he simply hummed in acknowledgment and got up to walk out of the classroom.
Many students in the class had noticed the attractive junior at the door, and with the earlier shout-out, they all knew she was looking for Xueheng. Now, they turned their heads to watch as he walked out with her.
As soon as the pair left together, the flames of gossip ignited in the class, sparking heated discussions.
...
Xueheng followed the junior to the staircase at the end of the corridor. With classes about to resume, the students had returned to their classrooms, leaving the corridor deserted.
"This spot will do," Xueheng spoke up.
"Go ahead. What's the matter?"
As soon as the junior heard Xueheng speak, tears began to flow uncontrollably. "I'm sorry, senior. It's all my fault..." she began, attempting to explain what had happened. However, between her sobs and agitated state, her words were incoherent and difficult to understand. Nonetheless, Xueheng patiently listened, only asking for clarification when necessary.
Once she finished recounting the incident, Xueheng finally understood the situation.
In summary, this lovely second-year junior had an admirer in her class named Pei Youguang. The name was well-known in the affiliated high school, and Xueheng recalled it—it belonged to a notorious bully who acted like a tyrant on campus.
The issue stemmed from yesterday's physical education class when the junior had come to bring him a towel. Apparently, someone had seen this interaction and reported it to Pei Youguang. This morning, Pei had loudly declared in class that he would teach Xueheng a lesson.
"... " Although Xueheng had a hunch about the reason when he saw the tearful junior seeking him out, he still found it somewhat amusing when his suspicions were confirmed.
"Senior, I'm really sorry. I begged him for a long time not to bother you, but he just wouldn't listen..." The junior sniffled and wiped her tears.
Xueheng was speechless. Are you sure you're not pouring oil on the fire? he thought. If it weren't for the fact that these immature kids often lacked foresight, he would have suspected that the junior was deliberately stirring up trouble.
This type of boy, who resorted to physical intimidation and displays of strength, obviously had a hot-tempered nature. Hearing the person he liked pleading for someone else would only fuel his anger, and he might even feel subconsciously justified in his actions, thinking that he had discovered a 'weakness'—otherwise, the junior wouldn't be so afraid.
However, Xueheng didn't blame her. He nodded and said, "I understand. You can go back now." After a pause, he added, "... This isn't your fault. Don't worry about it. I'll handle it."
Did the junior have a problem? Perhaps, to some extent. But how big of an issue was it, really? Even in the cases of Bao Si, Daji, and Yang Guifei, the main blame never fell on them.
"Senior..." The junior was touched. "I've always..." She wanted to take this opportunity to say something, but she realized that Xueheng had already turned and was walking back to his class, clearly not intending to listen to what she had to say next.
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