Shen Wenzhou couldn’t understand why things had turned out this way.
"Shen Wenzhou, did your aunt scold you yesterday?" Zhou Ruoyu asked timidly.
At that moment, her demeanor was as if she had already witnessed the scene of Shen Wenzhou being reprimanded.
Shen Wenzhou looked at Zhou Ruoyu but didn’t speak.
After a brief silence, Zhou Ruoyu seemed to have gotten her answer. She let out a heavy sigh and, with a frown, continued, "I’m sorry, it’s all because of me that you got scolded by your aunt."
Shen Wenzhou still didn’t respond. Zhou Ruoyu fidgeted as she spoke, "I sent you a message last night, but you didn’t reply to me. I thought about explaining everything to your aunt in person. Maybe then she would believe me, and she wouldn’t blame you anymore."
Hearing Zhou Ruoyu’s words, Shen Wenzhou couldn’t help frowning. Although it seemed like she hadn’t said anything too outrageous, he just didn’t like hearing anyone say a single bad thing about his mother.
"My mom didn’t misunderstand me, and you don’t need to explain anything to her." After a two-second pause, Shen Wenzhou continued, "My mom understands me too well. She knows that if I really liked someone, I wouldn’t be sneaking around ."
Zhou Ruoyu’s heart skipped a beat. She felt like Shen Wenzhou’s words were a hint to her!
A hint that he didn’t like her, because if he truly liked her, he wouldn’t deny it. Even if it meant being labeled as having a premature romance, he still wouldn’t refuse to acknowledge it.
"It’s good that your aunt didn’t misunderstand you," Zhou Ruoyu said, forcing a relaxed tone while clenching her teeth.
Shen Wenzhou still watched Zhou Ruoyu, who was getting increasingly nervous under his gaze. Her heartbeat seemed to be getting faster. She pursed her lips, then asked softly, "What’s wrong?"
"Do you have something else?" Shen Wenzhou asked.
"Huh?" Zhou Ruoyu didn’t quite understand what Shen Wenzhou meant. After being stunned for two seconds, she shook her head, "No, no."
"Could you please leave then? We were caught by the principal yesterday, and there’s no need to fuel any more rumors now," Shen Wenzhou said indifferently.
Zhou Ruoyu opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say, feeling utterly embarrassed.
In the end, Zhou Ruoyu nodded hurriedly, "Oh, okay."
While speaking, Zhou Ruoyu had already turned around and walked briskly back. A careful observer would notice her steps were disorderly, almost as if she were fleeing in panic.
But Shen Wenzhou didn’t care; he redirected his gaze back to his phone and continued typing rapidly.
Zhou Ruoyu returned to the classroom, where only a few scattered people were present. Coincidentally, her desk-mate had also returned and asked her upon seeing her, "Where did you just go?"
"I went to the restroom," Zhou Ruoyu said with a smile.
"Oh," her classmate responded with a hint of surprise. She had asked Zhou Ruoyu to go to the restroom with her earlier, didn’t she say she wouldn’t go?
Fortunately, her desk-mate did not press the issue, but later she noticed that Zhou Ruoyu seemed distracted.
Zhou Ruoyu sat at her desk with a heavy expression. Her mind was in turmoil, unsure of what to do.
In fact, she had known about Shen Wenzhou, a notable figure, since she transferred to this school, but she never had a chance to approach him.
Not until they were placed in the same class when it was time to separate arts and science streams in their second year of high school.