As requested, I’ll be translating 1-44 because some can’t access the link to the already translated chapters. Sorry, it took so long. I was busy with other projects and schoolwork. I’ll be uploading 1 chapter every day.
Zong Yuan took out a cigarette. He took advantage of the class break and hid in the restroom. He indulged himself in the craving for a good smoke.
0048 recited the script in his mind, “Did you hear it clearly?”
Zong Yuan slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, “I’m not an idiot.”
Seizing the remaining 2 minutes before class, he went to the corridor to blow off the smoke smell. He stood in front of Grade 12 Class 1, waiting for the teacher to take him in.
Some classmates sitting by the window sneakily glanced at him.
The transfer student of Grade 12 Class 1. This news was known yesterday. But no one expected the transfer student to be this handsome.
Mr. Jiang hurriedly approached. Upon seeing Zong Yuan, he was caught by surprise, “Hurry, go inside.”
Zong Yuan followed him inside. The students immediately focused their attention on him.
Zong Yuan looked up and asked 0046, “Which one is Fu Xin?”
0046 replied, “The one next to the trash can.”
Next to the trash can sat a thin and frail boy. The corner was dirty and narrow, indicating the kind of life this boy must have had in the class.
Well, it was understandable. Jumping off a building the night before the college entrance exam, what kind of life could he have had?
Mr. Jiang was very enthusiastic, “Come, Zong Yuan, introduce yourself.”
Zong Yuan confidently said, “Hello, everyone. I’m Zong Yuan. “Zong” as in ancestor, and “Yuan” as in element.”
Some couldn’t help but chuckle at his witty introduction.
Zong Yuan’s smile was bright, “As for me, I’m just an average student with average looks. I’ll rely on everyone to look out for me in the future.”
This statement is not modest; it’s outright nonsense.
Quite a few girls had their hearts fluttering, cheeks blushing faintly. Zong Yuan, with his appearance, perfectly matched the typical male lead in novels. He was like the first love configuration in their dreams.
Completely different from Fu Xin.
Zong Yuan casually dealt with his classmates, multitasking by chatting with 0046, “What did you say before about who the straw is?”
“You really didn’t listen seriously,” 0046 resignedly explained it to him again.
Fu Xin’s parents divorced. He grew up being beaten by his alcoholic father. In his early years, he had no food to eat and had to pick up leftover food on the streets. Later on, things got even worse. He developed a crush on the class genius, Zhang Zhi’liang. After his diary was discovered, he became the object of disgust for others. Anyone could come up and step on him.
And Zhang Zhi’liang was the last straw that crushed him.
Using that little bit of pretended tenderness, Zhang Zhi’liang directly sent Fu Xin to hell.
How immoral must one be to find this amusing?
0046 took a careful look at Fu Xin and sighed, “He’s all gloomy and dark. Come on, Zong Yuan, let Fu Xin live a good life. After the first mission is accomplished, your brother’s illness can be delayed for at least three more years.”
Zong Yuan nodded, and the hand inserted in his school uniform jacket moved slightly.
The eyes of the girls in the front row were already glued to him, unable to understand why someone could look so good and handsome in the same uniform.
Mr. Jiang, with a wide grin exposing his yellow teeth, said, “Zong Yuan, see where you want to sit.”
Zong Yuan looked casually and pointed, “Over there.”
Next to Fu Xin.
He seemed completely indifferent to whether the place was dirty or messy.
0046 cheered, “Go. Fu Xin, we’re here!”
People in the class looked in the direction he pointed, and many made expressions as if they had eaten flies. Despite being under so many gazes, the person sitting in the corner seemed not to notice, not even lifting their head.
Being a transfer student was really unlucky, and there were only two empty seats in the class.
And with such bad luck, he ended up sitting next to that disgusting person, Fu Xin.
Luck truly ran out for several lifetimes.
Class monitor He Xiu’xiu stood up, with a sweet and graceful smile, “Classmate Zong Yuan, it’s too far from the blackboard over there. How about you sit behind me?”
There was an empty seat behind her.
Zong Yuan stood without any pretense and gave her a completely charming smile, “Thanks, beautiful lady. But I prefer sitting next to the trash can.”
Being called out like that by the transfer student in front of the whole class, she blushed and sat down, showing no hint of anger at being rejected.
“Hahaha, liking the trash can, how humorous!”
“I envy the class monitor so much!”
He Xiu’xiu’s face became even more coy.
Zong Yuan also laughed, and 0046 nagged in his ear, “Why is someone so beautiful so malicious?”
Zong Yuan ignored it, slinging his backpack and walking to the back row. Only when he walked did he truly exude a breezy and stylish demeanor.
A group of people watched him walk to Fu Xin’s side.
“Classmate,” Zong Yuan tossed his bag on the desk, “Do you have any tissue?”
Fu Xin looked up, his black eyes deep. He silently took out a few sheets of paper from his pocket and placed them on the edge of Zong Yuan’s desk.
Not a finger touched Zong Yuan’s desk.
Zong Yuan took it and smiled, “Thanks, classmate.”
Fu Xin remained silent.
From the corner of his eyes, he watched the transfer student wipe down his chair and drawer. He hid his scar-covered hand and lowered his gaze.
It wasn’t until Zong Yuan finished wiping slowly and sat down that Mr. Jiang, standing at the podium, began the lesson.
Young boys and girls tend to overthink. Mr. Jiang’s attitude was equivalent to straightforwardly telling the whole class, “Be careful, don’t mess with this person.”
Zong Yuan lazily flipped through his brand-new textbook. The teacher had just uttered a sentence from the podium, and his eyelids were already sticking together.
0046 knew it would be like this, “Zong Yuan.”
Zong Yuan reluctantly opened one eye and looked at his deskmate, “Classmate, can I borrow a pen?”
Fu Xin silently handed him another pen.
The transfer student, with his half-closed eyes, exuded a kind of decadent charm. Fu Xin secretly glanced at him and edged closer to the wall.
It was as if Zong Yuan wasn’t human but a wolf that devoured people.
As Fu Xin dodged, Zong Yuan became more interested. Resting his chin on his hand, he asked, “Classmate, what’s your name?”
Fu Xin remained silent for a few seconds, radiating a guarded aura. His fingers twisted around the edge of his clothes, “Fu Xin.”
His voice was small and hoarse as if he hadn’t spoken for a few days.
“Oh,” Zong Yuan grinned, “I’m Zong Yuan. Nice to meet you, deskmate.”
Fu Xin’s nostrils twitched; his sense of smell was keen. Even from this distance, he could detect a faint smell of smoke on the transfer student. He glanced subconsciously at Zhang Zhi’liang, sitting in the fourth row by the window.
Zong Yuan followed his gaze.
Zhang Zhi’liang was sitting next to He Xiu’xiu. As if he sensed something, Zhang Zhi’liang turned his head back. He had the typical scholarly appearance and carried himself with elegance despite his young age.
Zong Yuan raised his eyelids, showing no interest, and turned back.
He then witnessed Fu Xin suddenly lowering his head, as if afraid of being seen by Zhang Zhi’liang.
Zong Yuan glanced at Fu Xin’s notebook, where a blob of unidentified objects was drawn in the upper left corner. He lifted his lips and praised him, “This drawing is not bad.”
In reality, he couldn’t figure out what it was at all. The thing had four legs, was ridiculously short, had two hairpin-like things on its head, and had a face as round as a basin. Tentatively, he deemed it a pig.
Fu Xin glanced at the drawing on the notebook, lowered his eyes, and said, “Thanks.”
Zong Yuan continued the conversation, “Do you like drawing?”
Fu Xin raised his head, locking eyes with Zong Yuan. The child replied seriously, and it was evident in his tone, “Drawing is the only thing I’m good at.”
Zongyuan: “…”
0046: “…”
Both racked their brains staring at the drawing, afraid of complimenting wrongly. “It’s really lifelike,” Zong Yuan commented.
Fu Xin moved his dry cracked lips, “Just a casually drawn horse.”
This was supposed to be a horse.
Zong Yuan’s eyebrow twitched, his conscience blatantly ignored, “It looks really good.”
His gaze was incredibly focused. When he stared at someone, it easily conveyed a deep affection, and Fu Xin nodded vaguely, then retreated back to the corner like a turtle retracting its head.
After the bell rang for the end of the class, many people looked toward Zong Yuan. He was sprawled on the desk, and it wasn’t clear whether he was sleeping or taking a break.
No one dared to disturb him.
He Xiu’xiu’s close friend sat in front of her, turned around, and said, “Hey, Xiu’xiu, go and get to know him.”
He Xiu’xiu glanced at Zong Yuan and smiled shyly, “He’s sleeping, how could I disturb him.”
Zhang Zhi’liang glanced at her, then looked around. Many people’s gazes were fixed on the back. His expression darkened for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal. He then noticed Fu Xin, sitting next to Zong Yuan. The corners of his mouth sank. However, when Fu Xin looked over, he displayed a polite and refined smile.
Fu Xin swiftly averted his gaze.
His movement caused a gust of wind, lifting the stray strands of hair near Zong Yuan’s ear. Fu Xin cautiously glanced at him and noticed a small black diamond earring pinned to Zong Yuan’s ear.
The black diamond reflected a subtle light, piercing straight into Fu Xin’s eyes.
The earring, coupled with the transfer student’s sleek contours, was incredibly intriguing. Fu Xin absentmindedly drew a few lines on a blank sheet of paper with his fingers holding the pen. Boys also wear earrings, huh.
Zong Yuan was awakened by the school bell. He sat up and casually tousled his hair. The boy in front took advantage of the teacher’s absence and turned to introduce himself, “Hello, Zong Yuan, my name is Yang Fan. Your personality suits my taste. Let’s be friends.”
Zong Yuan lazily smiled, his indifferent expression fitting the typical demeanor of a wealthy person, “Sure, no problem.”
Yang Fan’s desk mate also wanted to join the conversation, turning around only to collide with Fu Xin’s desk. His expression instantly turned disgusted and angry. He glared at Fu Xin fiercely and opened his mouth but, after taking a glance at Zong Yuan, he patted his clothing and didn’t say anything.
Fu Xin’s expression remained unchanged. He pulled his desk backward, accustomed to such reactions.
Zong Yuan kicked his own chair, lifting the front legs off the ground. He glanced at Yang Fan’s desk mate and casually said, “Hey, classmate, what did you want to say just now?”
Fu Xin and Yang Fan’s deskmate both stiffened for a moment. Yang Fan laughed awkwardly, “Hahaha, nothing, nothing at all.”
Zong Yuan glanced at the silent individuals and jokingly said with a smile, “I thought you were about to scold someone.”
Indeed, he was about to scold someone.
0046 held a small notebook, clearly recording every insulting word directed at Fu Xin. Yang Fan’s deskmate alone had a whole seven or eight pages of unique and malicious insults. Anyone who saw these words wouldn’t believe they came from a high school student.
Yang Fan wanted to say something more, but the math teacher had already entered. He could only awkwardly turn back.
Fu Xin pulled out a math book, unsure of what to say. Zong Yuan stared at the two big characters in the book, his temples pulsating. “Math class.”
Fu Xin softly responded, “Yeah.”
