Lu Siyuan had figured it out this time and immediately started laughing so hard that his stomach hurt, "Yang Xiaoxi, since when did you become so self-important? To think that I would like you?"
Isn’t that the biggest joke ever?
Who he liked, couldn’t everyone see?
Thinking this, he couldn’t help but glance at Shen Mianmian.
Noticing his gaze, Shen Mianmian subtly avoided it. Some things were better understood silently. She now had a boyfriend, and there was no point in bringing up past matters.
Yang Xiaoxi hadn’t noticed their expressions change and humphed, "If you’re not interested in me, why have you suddenly become so nice to me, even carrying me to the classroom? But I guess it’s better if you’re really not interested. Being friends is so much more joyful!"
She had finally understood that she hadn’t liked Lu Siyuan before; she had just been moved by the scene where he had saved her.
"Enough of your vanity, or else, if I can’t hold back and end up dropping you, don’t blame me," Lu Siyuan knew Yang Xiaoxi’s temperament well and didn’t take the matter to heart.
Shen Mianmian, however, breathed a sigh of relief. Yang Xiaoxi not liking Lu Siyuan was better for all three of them. She hoped their relationships could stay pure, whether as family or friendship, but she hoped they weren’t tainted by romantic love.
The three of them chatted warmly, oblivious to Cheng Feiyang who was behind them.
Seeing Lu Siyuan cheerfully talking and carrying Yang Xiaoxi, he felt oddly uncomfortable.
If he wasn’t mistaken, after carrying Yang Xiaoxi all morning, he hadn’t even received a thank you, and she had looked quite displeased.
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The afternoon passed quickly, and by evening when school was out, Lu Siyuan came to carry Yang Xiaoxi again, making other classmates envious.
Yang Xiaoxi wasn’t the prettiest in the class, but she had good luck with men. Cheng Feiyang in the morning and Lu Siyuan in the evening—it was indeed a lucky life.
Usually, Lu Siyuan would drop the two at the corner and leave, but this time, due to Xiaoxi’s twisted ankle, he carried her all the way home and even mooched a meal.
After eating, he didn’t stay long. Before leaving, he said mockingly, "I’m going now. If I don’t leave soon, Big Brother He will find out and get all jealous."
"Big Brother He is not that petty, stop talking nonsense."
Shen Mianmian escorted Lu Siyuan to the door and watched him walk away before she closed the gate.
Overnight passed, and early the next morning, Shen Mianmian got up early. Yang Xiaoxi’s foot was somewhat better than before, but it still hurt to walk and she couldn’t exert much pressure, so she had to rely on Shen Mianmian’s support.
Whether it was a coincidence or not, just as the two of them reached Cheng Feiyang’s doorstep, he happened to come out.
Seeing Xiaoxi hobbling, he mockingly said, "Oh! No one came to pick you up today?"
Shen Mianmian and Yang Xiaoxi felt there was something off in his tone and looked at him strangely.
Cheng Feiyang also realized his words sounded somewhat sour. Catching Xiaoxi’s big eye rolls, he suddenly felt frustrated, picked up his pace, and then, as if he had mad cow disease, he turned around, squatted in front of her.
Both were puzzled by his bizarre behavior.
"Are you getting on or not?" Cheng Feiyang saw Yang Xiaoxi hesitate and grew impatient, "If you’re not getting on, I’m leaving."