Since Sheng Renxing’s birthday, Jiang Jing and the others have noticed that Xing Ye’s time here has gradually shortened. He comes to the school every day, but spends very little time in his own classroom. Even if he comes back, he just sleeps, and Sheng Renxing is always by his side.
The appearance of the two being so close now makes Jiang Jing mutter to himself several times, thinking they are too conspicuous.
Originally, they could chat during their dinner gatherings at night. However, since last week, Sheng Renxing and Xing Ye have not had dinner with them. Jiang Jing asked Xing Ye about it, but Xing Ye himself is not the type to chat with others for no reason—except with Sheng Renxing—so he replied a day later, saying that Sheng Renxing has been busy preparing for the Mathematical Olympiad competition recently and they can have dinner together after this busy period.
Xing Ye implied that Sheng Renxing didn’t mention him, meaning he wants to accompany Sheng Renxing, so he won’t have dinner with them during this time.
Jiang Jing was speechless and incredulous, almost suspecting that he was being pranked by someone in the honeymoon phase to say such ambiguous and cheesy words.
When he first guessed that the two of them were together, Jiang Jing had already mentally prepared himself. Growing up on Yanjiang Street, he had seen drug dealers, let alone homosexuals. Although it was Xing Ye and Sheng Renxing who got together, which stunned him for several days, he gradually got over it. He even became curious and wanted to see what it would be like for these two to be in a relationship.
Now that he’s seen it, he’s almost stunned.
Due to their relationship not being public, and not wanting to intrude, Jiang Jing, who considered himself Xing Ye’s closest friend before Sheng Renxing came along, could only turn his thoughts into a screen full of question marks and send them over.
His message was met with silence, as Xing Ye did not reply.
The indifference of human nature!
On the other hand, Sheng Renxing would chat with him occasionally, and every one or two days, he would post something on QQ, mostly pictures without text. The pictures showed food, homework, streets, seemingly taken casually, but almost every picture had Xing Ye’s shadow, or his fingers, shadow, or clothes.
Jiang Jing, as someone who knew the inside story, felt like his soul was leaving his body from being so impressed.
Moreover, there were many people who liked Sheng Renxing’s moments, and a group of people who couldn’t understand what he was posting would still leave random comments. Sheng Renxing, like an old emperor, would only reply to those he favoured. Most of the time, the comments were related to Xing Ye.
For example, when someone complimented him on his good looks in a selfie, he didn’t reply. Instead, he replied to a comment about his earring, saying, [You’ve got good taste], and when asked where he bought it, Sheng Renxing replied, [Someone made it for me and gave it to me, just this one], and even mocked, [You can’t buy this outside. If you want one, find someone to make one for you and give it to you ^^].
As a result, Jiang Jing now rarely posts moments himself.
I don’t really like going to Tieba.
Because the Tieba forums of several high schools in Xuancheng are almost all discussing Sheng Renxing.
Sheng Renxing’s reputation as the top student in the school is known to everyone in the Thirteenth High School, and it has inexplicably spread to other schools.
It’s fine to be the top student in the school, but which school doesn’t have one? However, the legends circulating about him are just too much. They say all sorts of things, like he’s the school’s heartthrob, or he’s a second-generation rich kid, or that he’s really good at fighting, and that he beat up Xing Ye on his first day there.
Those things can be ignored, but the most important thing is that the video of Sheng Renxing playing the piano last time went viral, it’s just been spread like crazy.
Every day on Tieba, there are many people confessing their love or asking for Sheng Renxing’s contact information. In reality, many people come to see him, not just from his own school, but also from other schools, who come every now and then to join in the fun. The classrooms, which couldn’t even be filled properly during class, are now crowded with these people.
Once, Huang Mao tentatively posted his QQ number on Tieba, claiming to be Sheng Renxing. Within minutes, more than a dozen people, both male and female, added him.
It’s just absurd.
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Until a few days ago, several vocational school students said they wanted to “take a look” at the top student in the school, so they went directly to the classroom of Renxing. They shouted arrogantly for a moment, but before anyone could see clearly, they were grabbed by Xing Ye and thrown out with a trash can, smashing a potted plant in the hallway, which already looked like it was on its last legs, to death.
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The head of the vocational school student was pressed into the potted plant soil by Xing Ye, with sharp ceramic shards nearby, less than an inch from his face. Whether out of fear or afterwards, Xing Ye stood still, and he didn’t even dare to lift his head from the soil.
After finding out that these beaten students were not from his own school, Lao Li called everyone into his office.
He slammed the table as usual and scolded Xing Ye, “What’s going on! Just when things were calm, you’re fighting again?! What conflicts do you have with these students? Speak up!”
After finishing the routine opening remarks, without waiting for Xing Ye to answer, Lao Li turned to look at the three students who were beaten up and huddled together, looking like quails. He smiled gently and asked, “Three little students, what’s going on? How did you end up fighting with our students?”
Xing Ye obediently remained silent, not arguing that it was his first fight at school. He had intended to habitually put his hands in his pockets, but he found them covered in mud. He glanced indifferently at one of the students whose face was covered in soil, and the person instinctively shrank his neck and even took a step back.
Lao Li glared at him again and handed him a tissue from the table, saying, “Here, wipe yourself. I heard you came to our school looking for someone?”
“I came to find you!” Chen Ying widened his eyes, furrowing his brows with a worried look. Unfortunately, his left eye reads “exciting,” and his right eye reads “lively,” looking like a gossip. “They said at the time, ‘Sheng Renxing! Which one is Sheng Renxing? If you’re not afraid of death, get out here quickly and let me see if you’re really like what’s said on Tieba!'”
He acted out his expression and tone vividly, as if he were the one scolding.
Sheng Renxing glanced at him coldly, puzzled. “Did they really say that?” It sounded a bit strange to him.
Chen Ying was interrupted and choked up, “That’s exactly it! I heard them saying exactly that!”
Sheng Renxing raised an eyebrow slightly. “You weren’t there?”
Chen Ying replied, “I was just going downstairs to look for someone, wasn’t I?” He clicked his tongue, waved his hand, and continued, “I’ll go on.”
“Xing Ge was sleeping on your seat. After being disturbed by them, he coldly chuckled.”
Sheng Renxing interrupted, looking puzzled. “He chuckled?”
Chen Ying choked up again. “I was just setting the mood!”
Sheng Renxing didn’t want to bother with him anymore and turned to the captain. “You speak.”
“Don’t!” Chen Ying pouted.
The captain’s laughter stopped. “Xing-,” he paused, unsure how to address him. ‘Xing Ge’ sounded too familiar, and using his name directly felt too bold. So, he skipped the prefix, “He frowned and looked around after being disturbed, probably looking for you. Then he walked out, taking the trash can with him.” He pointed to the trash can, which was now placed in the middle of the back road, untouched by anyone due to its status as a potential weapon.
“He went up and ‘ka’!” Chen Ying couldn’t resist joining in, “Then he punched the other two beside him, and within three seconds, they were all knocked down!”
Sheng Renxing looked at him blankly. In three seconds, Xing Ye had taken out the trash bag from the trash can.
“Then Xing Ye pressed down on the trash can lid and ‘bang!’ directly smashed the person’s face into the flowerpot soil!” Chen Ying recounted with excitement, as if he had witnessed it himself. “Did you see those ceramic shards?”
Chen Ying pointed to the flowerpot fragments scattered on the corridor floor, being cleaned up. The sharp edges of the ceramic pieces were clearly visible, indicating their potential harm.
Sheng Renxing paused.
“Xing Ge held the ceramic shard against the person’s neck and said, ‘If you dare to come looking for Sheng Renxing again, I’ll make a cut in your neck.'” Chen Ying intentionally imitated Xing Ye’s tone, exaggeratingly deepening his voice and speaking coldly, surprisingly resembling him. He wanted to end with a cold laugh, but was suddenly startled by someone who appeared next to him, letting out a startled squawk instead.
The sudden appearance of the class leader interrupted, saying to Sheng Renxing, “Lao Li is looking for you.”
Sheng Renxing nodded, and before leaving, he glanced at Chen Ying.
After he left, Chen Ying was puzzled, “What’s with his expression?”
Fatty frowned thoughtfully. “Maybe because your imitation was quite accurate.”
Before Chen Ying could modestly boast, Fatty smacked his lips and added, “It looked kind of disgusting.”
Chen Ying: “…”
When Sheng Renxing entered the office, he first looked at Xing Ye, examining him for any injuries or damage to his clothes. Seeing that he was unharmed and his clothes were intact, his expression softened, and he looked away to the others.
The three people, on the other hand, had been staring intently at him since he entered, carefully observing him.
Sheng Renxing was not wearing a school uniform. His red hair was tied up, revealing the earrings on his ears, which swayed slightly and were quite eye-catching. He walked in without knocking, raised his chin and glanced down at them, then looked away with a look that said “What rubbish.”
The three of them: ” “
Without saying a word, their animosity towards him reached its peak.
As soon as Lao Li saw him, he waved at him. “Sheng Renxing, come here.”
After learning that this person had contact with Sheng Yan behind the scenes, he had become an enemy of Sheng Renxing.
Sheng Renxing nodded indifferently and walked to Xing Ye’s side, casually grabbing two tissues from his desk and handing them to Xing Ye.
Xing Ye lowered his eyes and took the tissues, wiping his hands.
Lao Li ignored their small actions and pointed to the three people. “These three vocational school students said they came to find you. Do you know them?”
Sheng Renxing glanced over, giving a perfunctory “look” as if barely skimming the surface. “Don’t know them.”
The three of them: “…”
What else could be done? The three students from another school denied being beaten and claimed they fell accidentally. The student from their school who was involved in the fight remained silent with a tacit expression, while the other person involved, who wasn’t present during the fight, looked completely bewildered.
Fights at Thirteen High School weren’t uncommon, especially when no one was seriously injured, so Lao Li didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. In the end, after a few words of advice, he let the students go, reminding the students from the other school to be careful when walking in the future.
After the students from the other school left, Lao Li looked at the two of them. “What’s going on?”
Neither of them answered. Lao Li, unaware of the online gossip, turned to Sheng Renxing instead. “Do you know why they came to find you?”
Sheng Renxing frowned. “How would I know?”
Since his phone call with Sheng Yan, he had been focusing on studying math to try to get first place. He had less communication with Xing Ye during this time and had no time to deal with those three idiots and their grudges.
Lao Li was aware of his recent state. A few days ago, he had even taken the mock exam papers from Xuanzhong. After some thought, he felt he couldn’t ask for the reason anymore. It became a habit for him to train people with old methods. He looked at Xing Ye, puzzled. “What have you been busy with lately? Every time I look for you, I can’t find you. And you always stay in Class 8, what’s going on? Several teachers have mentioned it to me, thinking you’ve been transferred to another class.”
Xing Ye remained silent for a moment, then asked, “Why are you looking for me?” After a pause, he added, “Can I be transferred?”
“Can’t I look for you if there’s nothing wrong?” He had originally wanted to ask about Xing Ye’s family situation, but now was clearly not the time. So, he waved his hand, “You’re not paying attention in class, what’s the point of transferring? Do you think Class 8 has better sunlight for sleeping? If you pay attention in class, I’ll help you switch, but you know my requirements, right? Do you want to? If not, hurry up and go to class.”
After leaving the office, Sheng Renxing laughed for a while before asking Xing Ye, “What’s going on? What requirements?”
“To count down the last hundred in the exam,” Xing Ye dropped the silent act he had inside, “I was in a bad mood after being woken up.”
“It’s a bit challenging,” Sheng Renxing found it amusing and chuckled, “Grumpy in the morning?”
Xing Ye glanced at him. “Where did you just go?”
“The school store.” Sheng Renxing felt his pocket and pulled out a mint candy, handing it to him.
“Why didn’t you call me?” Xing Ye took the candy, and their fingers briefly intertwined before letting go.
“You were asleep.” Sheng Renxing chuckled at being teased.
Xing Ye remained silent.
Sheng Renxing sighed. “I didn’t expect that while I was just buying candy, you would manage to find an opportunity to fight. Are you an incarnation of a fighting expert?”
“They came to find you,” Xing Ye, who hadn’t fought many times in total, glanced at him. “You’re an incarnation of a troublemaker.”
He said the last sentence in Xuanzhong dialect. Sheng Renxing didn’t catch it at first, but after translating it in his mind, he crossed his arms. “No, You’re the troublemaker.”
Xing Ye replied, “You’re an incarnation of a troublemaker.”
Sheng Renxing: “No, You’re the incarnation of a troublemaker!”
They exchanged a few more insults, starting to mix up their vocabulary. Xing Ye had originally wanted to end the evenly matched banter with the usual “childish,” but the words took a turn in his mouth, and he automatically switched to: “You’re a vixen incarnated.”
Sheng Renxing was also taken aback by this term. After a while, he touched his earring and muttered quietly, “You’re the incarnation of a clingy spirit.”
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