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Yangyang gently cleaned the remnants from Jiang Chen's urethra, savoring it a little longer before wiping his mouth and sitting up, his face flushed as he whispered, "You can't tell anyone."
Jiang Chen nodded repeatedly, quickly tidying up the aftermath before standing up. Just then, the teacher and He Li returned to the car, calling for everyone to wake up. Taking advantage of the chaos, Jiang Chen slipped back to his seat and glanced at his watch—it was three-thirty in the morning.
The classmates bundled up in thick coats and got off the bus to queue at the train station across the street. Since it was a holiday, there were many people, and everyone gathered together to avoid getting lost. Jiang Chen felt guilty about what had just happened and dared not stand next to Yangyang, always keeping his distance. Yangyang linked arms with He Li but occasionally glanced over at Jiang Chen.
The first train departed at three forty-five. The classmates crowded into the same carriage; the dark forest outside offered no scenic views, so they chatted to pass the time. Before long, they arrived at Phoenix Mountain Station. The entire train seemed like an overturned anthill as passengers poured out in a rush. Jiang Chen lingered until everyone had disembarked; after all, there was only a short distance left to climb up the mountain, so he wasn't worried about getting lost.
Once all had left the train, he slowly made his way up the steps toward the peak. After just a few steps, he encountered a classmate who was moving even slower than he was—the reclusive Scholar Girl. She limped ahead of him, struggling with each step.
"Zou Zhiruo, what's wrong?" Jiang Chen called out to her.
She turned back and gave him a forced smile before continuing on her way. Jiang Chen shrugged it off; this was just her usual demeanor as if she looked down on everyone. "What a nasty woman!" he thought.
To be honest, this nasty woman wasn't bad-looking at all—she had a well-proportioned figure and a pretty face. When she smiled, her eyes would curve into adorable crescent moons, revealing a row of white teeth, a small and pert nose, and plump red lips that complemented her pointed chin. It was a shame about her haughty attitude; "What a waste," Jiang Chen mused.
Today she had styled her hair into braids and twisted them into two loops at her temples, leaving her neck bare and clean. She carried her coat instead of wearing it and sported a white knitted sweater with a round collar that flared out like ruffled waves. Her lower half was clad in a vibrant red plaid skirt and knee-high socks that accentuated her smooth thighs, while she wore shiny black round-toed shoes—her entire outfit meticulously put together. "Such a narcissist," Jiang Chen concluded after observing her.
However, there was no denying that she was indeed beautiful; following behind her was quite an uplifting experience. Yet Jiang Chen feared provoking her; if trouble arose, it would be disastrous for him. He took long strides to overtake her when suddenly she lost her balance and began to fall. Jiang Chen hurriedly reached out to steady her arm and helped her regain her footing.
Tears welled in her eyes as she stood unsteadily.
"Are you really going to cry just because you tripped?" Jiang Chen thought again.
"Are you okay?" he asked politely.
"I'm fine... I..." Zou Zhiruo replied, "I twisted my ankle a couple of days ago; it's nothing."
"I see... It must hurt to walk," Jiang Chen said while still supporting her. "Then... let me walk with you."
"Um," she replied with an air of reluctance, "Alright."
It seemed like she agreed somewhat begrudgingly; in truth, she had been hoping for someone to assist her all along but had been ignored by everyone else. Now that she was walking with Jiang Chen at the back of the group, it became his responsibility to help her along.
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