During that waiting period, Qin Zhan felt incredibly immature, more than ever before. It was something he had never done, yet because of this one person...
But at the moment the boy fell into his arms, Qin Zhan felt a kind of unprecedented joy and relief—he had won his bet.
At that moment, Qin Zhan realized that his joy and relief weren’t just about winning the bet; it was more about being able to appear beside the boy when he was helpless, holding him tightly, protecting him, and making himself his support.
Qin Zhan gently stroked the name ’Little Nine’ in his phone contacts, sighed softly and muttered to himself, "I must be crazy..."
He had wondered why he kept losing control over this child named Bi Xia, but each time he analyzed it, he concluded that he, Qin Zhan, had been poisoned by Bi Xia, and it was slowly seeping into his heart. If not removed timely, it could reach his marrow and be incurable.
Is it love? Is it friendship?
Is it pity for the boy? Or is it a desire to possess that purity? Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
But Qin Zhan knew that if he was poisoned, he would never allow Bi Xia to pull away. Even if it meant clipping her wings, Qin Zhan would definitely keep the boy by his side.
Right now, he doesn’t want to think too much, after all, wouldn’t he eventually find out?
Just entering the classroom, Bi Xia found the whole class in an uproar, everyone slumped on their desks, looking spiritless at the papers in their hands.
Leaning against the door with a half-smiling expression, Bi Xia raised his eyebrows, "What, didn’t do well on the test?"
Everyone’s body jolted, synchronized awkward smiles, then immediately bowed their heads or turned to discuss the mistakes in their papers.
With a light chuckle, Bi Xia adjusted his backpack and walked towards his seat.
"Little Nine, Little Nine," even before he sat down, Xu Renfei, his temporary desk partner, stretched his neck over, "I’ve seen your class’s scores, sigh, really not good."
Upon hearing Xu Renfei’s blunt words, the kids from Class H’s faces turned slightly embarrassed, humph, we know it’s not good without you saying it!
But... everyone gradually quieted down, ears perked up to hear what Bi Xia would say. Honestly, it’s a bit odd, although they’re used to having leaders, when Meng Chi was the leader, they mainly focused on preventing other classes from bullying them, never had they thought about their grades.
But now... while Bi Xia also protected them, looking at their scores made them feel guilty.
Is it because of the bet with Class D?
Previously, they might have been angry, but more often self-deprecated, accepting that no matter how hard they tried, they would never be acknowledged by others. Trash is trash, after all.
But why is it different this time...?
Suddenly, the boy’s clear and calm voice rose steadily: "It’s just one test, it doesn’t mean anything."
"I believe in them, they will get better... they are smart, after all."
As if something instantly entered their deep hearts, warm and extremely comforting, it was a kind of affirmation and belief they had never felt before.
Everyone looked at each other, and they smiled gently, ah, so that’s how it is.
Always hearing disappointment and disbelief from family or outsiders, gradually they lost faith in themselves, but suddenly someone told them, she believes in them...