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Yu Rui endured it for a few seconds, to avoid saying “Are you sick?” or throwing the lunch plate in the face of the person in front of him.
Being friends with a sick person comes at a price, such as risking a heart attack at any time and thinking about how to solve the stagnation caused by various emergencies.
Xie Li did not seem to notice the surprise and slowness caused by his actions at this table, withdrew his hand, and lowered his eyes lazily.
“You treat at noon, I’ll treat in the evening.”
“…”
Some of the guys came back from their daze and remembered that it was indeed Yu Rui who had gone to help Xie Li with the food, so they let out a long sigh of relief and cast a “so that’s what happened” look.
Unfortunately, they didn’t think twice about why they held their breath.
Only Qiao Shengyu’s puzzled gaze landed on Xie Li and Yu Rui. He felt a growing shadow over a certain area in his heart, but he couldn’t tell exactly what that strange premonition was.
Yu Rui almost had indigestion after eating this lunch several times. After filling his stomach as quickly as possible, he got up with his plate.
“Going back to class first, take your time.”
After speaking, Yu Rui smiled politely at Qiao Shengyu and the others, turned around, and walked towards the trash can in the cafeteria.
Qiao Shengyu unconsciously shifted his gaze to the opposite side of the table.
As if by coincidence, Xie Li, who was in his line of sight, also put down his chopsticks, and without a word, picked up his plate and followed him.
The table was silent for a few seconds.
And someone first muttered, “Don’t you feel that the atmosphere between the Class President and Xie Li is strange?”
“The fact that they are together in harmony already makes me feel that they can be added in The Ten Unsolved Mysteries of The D High School.”
“Wasn’t it rumored that they had almost fought over Pei An An several times before? How come in the blink of an eye, no one is with Pei An An and the two of them are now together every day as good friends?
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“But I don’t think the Class President’s attitude towards Xie Li is positive. Well, I don’t know how to say it… just… Ah! It’s like he wants to hit him!”
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Yu Rui frowned slightly and looked back, “Let go of me.”
“Don’t you have a bad stomach? Stroll after eating.” Saying this, Xie Li let go of his wrist.
Yu Rui calmly retracted his gaze, “It has nothing to do with you.”
Xie Li paused, and after two seconds, he continued again, “Angry, Class President?”
“Why should I?”
“Because I gave you the meal card just now?”
Yu Rui’s eyelids twitched. He found that he was probably bewildered, and to avoid disputes on this issue, he took the food card from Xie Li without saying a word, and now he even forgot to give it back to him.
Thinking so, Yu Rui took it out of his pocket and handed it to Xie Li, “I’ll give it back to you.”
Xie Li narrowed his eyes, and chuckled, “Don’t give it back, it’s something I handed over.”
Yu Rui, “…”
Xie Li lazily walked beside Yu Rui: “The salary Kan Qing paid me is at my house, I’ll give it to you later, is there anything else I need to deliver?”
“… are you done?” Yu Rui frowned and lowered his voice, “Hurry up and take it.”
“No.” Xie Li bent down, “I won’t give it to anyone anyway, throw it away if you don’t want it.”
After saying that, Xie Li left.
Yu Rui stayed in place. He squeezed Xie Li’s food card tightly, but finally put it back into his pocket.
The young man began to walk with a frown.
…
The monthly examination finally ended on Sunday afternoon.
After the final exam was completed, cheers and applause could be heard in the classroom.
In the last two rows of the classroom, Yu Rui, who had finished rearranging the books on his desk, looked up. After confirming the time, he stood up and walked to the podium.
Some students began to calm down when they noticed Yu Rui’s movements, others kept talking without noticing, but they all fell silent after Yu Rui tapped the blackboard.
The young man on the podium smiled slightly.
“Next week is the School Festival. Each class must present an individual or group program. The school has given up the last two evening self-study sessions tonight, and each class is organized to choose a program.”
“I spoke with the members of the Literary and Art Committee. Due to limited time and lack of equipment, our class will prepare a singing program. Whether soloist, duo, or choir, you can participate in the selection, and everyone can form their groups and prepare in advance.”
After the words, and after a few seconds of silence, the class was filled with cheers and applause again.
For most, no need to consider anything, it was more fun to participate in non-class activities. Not to mention having a School Festival after exams.
Under such temptation, the evening self-study period was quite noisy.
Students found it hard to concentrate. Under Yu Rui’s organization, they immediately moved the tables and chairs, leaving the center of the classroom empty.
Yu Rui turned on the multimedia playback device from the podium.
After much commotion, the bell rang for the second afternoon self-study period. Yu Rui arranged for the students to sit together.
He adjusted the microphone, picked it up, and placed it in front of him, “I will put the chosen songs on the board, and after singing each song, there will be a round of voting: everyone just needs to take out a piece of paper and write a circle or a cross. The song with the most votes will be our class song.”
The students responded with laughter.
“So, who wants first?” Yu Rui asked.
As a result of the question, the classroom suddenly fell silent.
All the students looked at each other and encouraged each other, but none was willing to go first.
The atmosphere seemed to be at a stalemate.
Yu Rui was silent for a few seconds, then raised an eyebrow, “No one?”
“Class President, the first one will always be more nervous, and if he goes off-key when singing, won’t he be embarrassed?” Said a student.
Yu Rui nodded and swept the classroom with his gaze, “Then, there has to be a first.”
“…”
“Or someone comes and practices; ‘Little Swallow’ will do.”
(nursery rhyme; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_jvT3XEHC4)
The students burst out laughing, but when You Rui’s gaze swept over them, they reacted quickly and lowered their heads to avoid him, nervous on their own, and gloating at the thought of seeing someone else make a fool of themselves.
Choosing someone first can create conflict to some extent.
Yu Rui narrowed his eyes slightly as he fixed his gaze.
But if there is someone who is bothering him a lot lately, that’s another story.
Yu Rui smiled slightly.
“Fellow Xie Li, why don’t you come?”
THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY:
Class President, you’ll regret it.
Regardless of the reason, it’s so cute on the rare occasion that Yu Rui smiles or laughs at Xie Li. I can’t help thinking Xie Li might feel the same ☺️