At this moment, Zhao Xiaotian’s admiration for Leng Xuan was truly like the endless flow of the Yangtze River, surging forward without cease...
If Leng Xuan had been his idol in his heart before, then at this moment, without a doubt, Leng Xuan had become the god in his heart.
Leng Xuan was also startled by Zhao Xiaotian’s exaggerated expression and, remembering that Zhao Xiaotian said he had started dating, was even more baffled. He thought to himself, ’Miss Ling wouldn’t have enough time to dislike me, so how could she possibly like me?’
He couldn’t help but open the wad of paper and take a glance, only to find that the elegant and generous handwriting from before had now turned into something erratic and sharp, obviously written in anger. Connecting it to the meaning behind those words, he suddenly felt confused, thinking to himself, "What’s gotten into Miss Ling today? Isn’t she usually irritated the moment she sees me? Why is she acting out of character today? Could it be that she’s been pretending all along and actually cares a lot about me? Otherwise, why would there be such a sense of jealousy in her handwriting?"
Glancing back at Ling Xuejiu, he saw only her profile, the pitch-black and softly lustrous hair slightly disheveled, framing her clear, translucent, and crystal-like complexion, indeed breathtakingly beautiful...
The reason he usually didn’t pay much attention to Ling Xuejiu’s appearance was simply because he felt that he and Ling Xuejiu were not from the same world, that she would never consider someone like him. With that mindset, he always looked up to her beauty without any expectations. It was like a priceless jade, open for all to admire, but only truly appreciated by the person who could touch and feel it up close.
It was this glance that greatly increased Leng Xuan’s favorable impression of Ling Xuejiu, although it hadn’t reached the point where a toad lusted after a swan’s meat. He smiled wryly and quickly wrote a few lines, crumpled it into another wad of paper, and threw it back...
In fact, all of this was a huge misunderstanding. When Li Mengjie had thrown the paper wad and saw it hit Zhao Xiaotian, she immediately turned her head and picked up her textbook, pretending to read seriously, yet thinking to herself, ’Oh no, I threw it at the wrong person, how embarrassing.’
Ling Xuejiu had also looked in the direction of the flying paper wad because she saw Li Mengjie throw it, and as a result, she made eye contact with Zhao Xiaotian again. She felt increasingly perplexed, shot Zhao Xiaotian a glare, and then, full of curiosity, nudged Li Mengjie’s arm and whispered, "Xiao Jie, you couldn’t possibly be interested in Zhao Xiaotian, right? Why are you throwing paper wads at him, and what did you write on it?"
Upon hearing this, Li Mengjie was a mix of embarrassment and anger. She glared at Ling Xuejiu and said, "Xue Jiu, what nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly..."
"Heh, getting angry out of embarrassment, huh?" Ling Xuejiu teased, then said seriously, "But Xiao Jie, even though Zhao Xiaotian was impressive during the naptime, don’t forget, Uncle Li and the others wouldn’t approve of such a poor boy. I think you should give up on that idea!" she said, shaking her head sympathetically.
Li Mengjie was close to losing her mind; what was all this nonsense...
However, upon recalling Ling Xuejiu’s words, ’Uncle Li and the others wouldn’t approve of such a poor boy,’ she felt an inexplicable tightness in her heart and a sour sensation. She pouted and huffed, "What a mess. Xue Jiu, I would never be interested in Zhao Xiaotian."