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After the lunch break bell rang, the classroom gradually became lively. I was awakened by the surrounding noise, rubbed my eyes, and groggily sat up. The seat next to me was empty; I had already gotten used to Gaoyuan's elusive lifestyle.
I instinctively glanced at Zhang Qian not far away. She was still sleeping but surrounded by a group of girls.
"Zhang Qian, I bought the Chanel bag I've wanted for so long yesterday, I'm so happy!"
"Zhang Qian, look at how pretty this pen is!"
"Zhang Qian, is this how you solve this problem?"
They chattered away, waking Zhang Qian up. She frowned as she sat up and slammed her hand on the desk.
Bang—
I was startled by the sudden noise and fully awakened.
"You're so loud," Zhang Qian said coldly.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Zhang Qian." The girl was taken aback, her face pale as she looked at Zhang Qian. "I didn't mean to; I just... just wanted to show you my new pen."
"Who allowed you to show off here?" Zhang Qian glared at her.
The girl was frightened by Zhang Qian's gaze and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Zhang Qian, I won't do it again."
"Hmph." Zhang Qian snorted coldly and ignored her.
The girl hurried back to her seat, took out her textbook, and pretended to study seriously.
Watching this scene, I was secretly astonished. It was the first time I had seen Zhang Qian lose her temper. Previously, I only thought she was very proud and aloof, but I didn't expect her to be so intimidating when angry. However, that girl did go a bit too far. Disturbing someone’s rest and showing off her new pen was indeed inappropriate.
However, wasn't Zhang Qian's attitude a bit too cold? Aren't they friends? Just as I was thinking about this, Gaoyuan returned from outside. He sat back down and glanced at me, "You're awake?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
"I thought you weren't coming to class today," I said.
"The school rules state that you have to attend at least four classes during the lunch break to leave," he replied.
"Oh," I nodded again, "I thought you had already left."
He paused and looked at me, "You thought I left?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Because you didn't come to class yesterday."
"I attended your previous school for a semester," he said.
"Really?" I was taken aback, "How come I don't remember that?"
He stared at me for a moment before looking away, "You sat in the front."
"But... what does sitting in the front have to do with anything?" I asked, confused.
He didn't respond and lowered his head to open his textbook.
As I watched him, something suddenly came to mind: "By the way, why did you attend my previous school for a semester?"
He didn't look up, "I wanted to read, so I did."
"But... why did you transfer here?"
He was silent for a few seconds before speaking, "For the same reason as you."
"Huh?" I was even more puzzled, "What do you mean by 'the same reason as me'?"
He didn't answer and continued reading his book.
I looked at him in confusion, increasingly feeling that he was enigmatic. However, I still had one question I wanted to ask him.
"Um... can I ask you a question?" I said.
"Sure," he replied without lifting his head.
"Why did someone ask me this morning how to get along with you?"
He looked up at me.
"How would I know?"
"But they seem to think that we have a good relationship."
"What do you think?"
"I... I think we're just ordinary friends."
"Mm." He replied and lowered his head, continuing to read.
What does "mm" mean?
Is it an agreement with what I said, or does he not want to continue this topic?
I looked at his profile, feeling a strange sensation in my heart.
His profile was sharp, with a high nose bridge and long, thick eyelashes that resembled two brushes.
However, his gaze was very indifferent, like the ice and snow of winter, devoid of any warmth.
I couldn't help but shiver.
Such a cold gaze.
"What are you looking at?" he suddenly asked.
"Ah?" I snapped back to reality and quickly averted my gaze. "N-nothing."
After saying that, I hurriedly took out my textbook and pretended to study seriously.
My heart raced, and my cheeks felt hot.
Was I too rude just now?
Staring at him like that—would it make him think I'm frivolous?
But I really just wanted to take a look at him, without any other thoughts.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down and continued looking at the textbook.
But I couldn't focus at all; all I could see were Gaoyuan's cold eyes.
I simply laid my head on the desk and went back to sleep.
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