Class 3, Grade 12!
The last class of the day was underway, and the math teacher was lecturing. Leng Xuan’s cellphone suddenly received a message, the ringtone quite loud. Although others didn’t pay much attention, Li Mengjie felt something odd, glanced back, and saw Leng Xuan checking the message, an unwitting tender smile on his face.
Perhaps it was a woman’s sixth sense kicking in, so Li Mengjie’s heart skipped a beat, thinking, ’Who sent him that message, and why is he smiling like that? Could it be Xiao Yun?’
As this thought crossed her mind, her face flushed, and she thought to herself, ’What’s wrong with me, why am I so concerned about his affairs? Could I actually fall for this bumpkin? Impossible, that would never happen...’
However, as the class wore on, Leng Xuan kept holding his phone, continuously replying and checking messages. Although he switched his phone to vibrate, Li Mengjie couldn’t help but stealthily pay attention. At this point, she felt an inexplicable irritation and snorted, writing a note and tossing it over—it landed perfectly on Leng Xuan’s desk, coincidentally witnessed by Ling Xuejiu.
"Hey, Xiao Jie, what are you doing?" Ling Xuejiu asked with curiosity.
Feeling as if her private thoughts had been exposed, Li Mengjie’s face turned red and she said, "Ah, nothing... nothing at all, hehe!"
Ling Xuejiu let out an "Oh," but couldn’t help looking over towards Leng Xuan. Just then, Leng Xuan, too, because of Li Mengjie’s thrown note, couldn’t help but look back, and suddenly their eyes met. Ling Xuejiu’s mouth turned down slightly; seeing Leng Xuan always annoyed her, so she quickly turned her head away.
Leng Xuan felt a bit puzzled and assumed that the note was thrown by Ling Xuejiu. He had no idea what trouble she was trying to stir up this time. He opened the note to read seven delicate characters: "Who are you texting with?"
Taken aback, Leng Xuan felt slightly annoyed, thinking, ’I’m just your bodyguard; do I really need your permission to send a text message?’ Then thinking back to Ling Xuejiu’s disgusted expression from moments ago, he became more irritated. Without further ado, he tossed the note to the floor, giving it no further attention. This entire incident fell under Li Mengjie’s watchful eye, and suddenly, she felt a pang of sorrow, her eyes starting to redden.
’You cold-hearted Leng Xuan, you stinky Leng Xuan, how dare you treat me like this?’ thought Li Mengjie, seething internally. She tore off another piece of paper from her notebook and, with an angry flourish, penned her thoughts: "You cold-hearted Leng Xuan, you stinky Leng Xuan, how dare you treat me like this? Tell me, are you texting some vixen?" After writing, she threw the note over—only for it to miss its target and hit Zhao Xiaotian. Picking it up and reading it, Zhao Xiaotian was taken aback, then turned around with a teasing look. Placing the note on Leng Xuan’s desk, he said mischievously, "Brother Xuan, you’ve got mail. Just two days in class and you’ve got a sweetheart. Hehe, wonder which beauty it is?"
Leng Xuan was startled and, without looking at the content, turned to look at Ling Xuejiu, thinking, ’Aren’t you done yet.’ Following his gaze, Zhao Xiaotian looked as well and saw Ling Xuejiu turning to glance their way. His mouth dropped open in an O shape as he exclaimed: "Oh my God, Brother Xuan, you can’t tell me that you and..." He was about to say, ’You and Miss Ling are in love?’ but then Ling Xuejiu glared at him, causing him to remember that Ling Xuejiu and Leng Xuan’s affair was possibly still secret, not yet revealed. He immediately covered his mouth with one hand and didn’t continue.