Lu Xingzhe raised his eyebrows and said to Gu Zhiqi, "Your pen is out of ink, isn’t it?"
Gu Zhiqi methodically put away the pen in his hand without responding to him.
Seeing this, Lu Xingzhe felt a trace of irritation. "What did you just write on my hand?"
Gu Zhiqi’s movements were too quick; Lu Xingzhe had not seen, nor felt anything.
"Drew a circle," Gu Zhiqi said lazily, lifting his eyelids slightly, his eyes cool as he looked at Lu Xingzhe.
Lu Xingzhe paused for two seconds, then spoke in annoyance, "What’s the point of drawing a circle?"
Gu Zhiqi drawled, "Cursing you."
Lu Xingzhe couldn’t help but burst into laughter, and while laughing, he said to Gu Zhiqi, "Gu Zhiqi, how childish are you? How old are we to still be playing ."
Gu Zhiqi lowered his head to sip on his milk tea, continuing to ignore him.
Childish? He would find out soon enough.
After returning to school, Mo Weiran said goodbye and went back to Class One, while Gu Zhiqi and Lu Xingzhe returned to Class Eight together.
Because Lu Xingzhe was a rule-breaker, Gu Zhiqi ignored him all the way.
After returning to the class, Gu Zhiqi’s disregard continued. Gu Zhiqi might be ignoring Lu Xingzhe, but that didn’t mean Lu Xingzhe would ignore Gu Zhiqi.
As soon as Gu Zhiqi had returned to his seat, Lu Xingzhe strode over and stood next to Gu Zhiqi, saying, "I’m going to your house this afternoon."
He said it with such confidence as if he wasn’t just going to your house but rather going back home together.
Looking up at Lu Xingzhe with a head full of question marks.
Lu Xingzhe: "Uncle Gu said to visit if I have time, and today I happen to be free."
Upon hearing this, Gu Zhiqi only responded indifferently, "Oh, Uncle Gu isn’t home."
"Then I’ll still go," said Lu Xingzhe, and promptly turned and left with a flourish, leaving only his back for Gu Zhiqi.
Forget it, no point in arguing with someone soon to be beset by misfortune.
The exchange between Gu Zhiqi and Lu Xingzhe surprised the students of Class Eight.
Thinking about the rumors surrounding Gu Zhiqi in the school, they all had their suspicions and kept glancing back and forth between the two.
Suddenly, a loud noise echoed through the classroom, and everyone’s attention turned to Lu Xingzhe.
Lu Xingzhe, who was propping himself up on a fallen chair and grasping the desk, also seemed a little stunned.
He didn’t understand why his chair would suddenly tip over, nor why the desk he was leaning on also followed suit.
As Lu Xingzhe fell, a few nearby classmates quickly got up, trying to hide their laughter as they helped him right the desk.
Lu Xingzhe got up with a dark expression, not because he felt pain, but because it was somewhat embarrassing.
Gu Zhiqi looked away and clicked his tongue softly.
As it’s said, misfortune follows the rule-breaker, yet he wouldn’t believe it.
The entire afternoon, Lu Xingzhe spent amidst various unlucky incidents.
Following the sudden fall of the desk and chair, in the first period, Lu Xingzhe was caught sleeping by the new dean and ended up being taken to the office for a "tea session."
During the break after the second period, he went to the bathroom without any tissue or his cellphone, ultimately borrowing from someone in the restroom.
All afternoon, he choked on his water five or six times, the relentless coughing startling the teacher who thought he’d made a mistake.
In the fourth period, during gym class, he was hit by a basketball from the neighboring class, almost starting a fight.
Even so, Lu Xingzhe did not connect these unfortunate events with Gu Zhiqi’s words, "Misfortune follows the rule-breaker."
As soon as the school bell rang, Lu Xingzhe followed Gu Zhiqi closely.