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Three months had passed in the blink of an eye. The New Year had just begun, and the festive atmosphere on the streets had not yet completely faded when Nanhua High School plunged back into intense study.
Although it was already the second semester of his sophomore year, Yang Qianfan felt no sense of pressure from the impending college entrance examination. He continued to live carefree and joyful. After finishing a game of basketball at noon, he walked out of the court and spotted Tang Hui anxiously waiting by the parking shed.
"Hey, what are you doing? Waiting for that Dwarf Winter Melon?" Yang Qianfan stepped forward, looking down at him from above.
Tang Hui looked up and, upon seeing him, seemed as startled as a ghost encountering the King of Hell. He turned and ran away in fright.
"Come back! Why are you running? I’m not going to eat you," Yang Qianfan called out, grabbing him by the back. Noticing that Tang Hui was holding a uniquely shaped and beautifully designed bottle in his right hand, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "What do you have there? Let me see."
"It's nothing, nothing worth looking at," Tang Hui mumbled nervously, stuffing the bottle into his pocket.
"Nothing? I still want to see it. If you know what's good for you, hand it over quickly. Did you hear me?" Yang Qianfan extended his hand, raising an eyebrow to threaten him.
Just as Tang Hui was caught in a dilemma under his intimidation, Zhu Hui suddenly appeared before him.
"Yang Qianfan, are you bullying your classmates again?" Zhu Hui called out from behind Yang Qianfan, standing on her tiptoes.
Yang Qianfan turned around to see Zhu Hui wearing a fluffy bright red cotton jacket on top and a floral red long skirt below. The long skirt was so lengthy that it completely enveloped her slender legs, making her look quite comical. Unable to hold back, he burst into laughter. In truth, Zhu Huijin looked rather ridiculous, all dressed in red and plump like a hollow red radish.
"Why are you dressed like a red envelope today? Planning to get married?" Yang Qianfan teased her.
"Mind your own business! You defeated loser! Don’t forget your promise—not to bully Hui," Zhu Hui frowned and pointed at him, reminding him sternly.
"Which eye of yours saw me bullying him?"
"I saw it with both of my eyes," Zhu Hui replied, pointing at her eyes and giving him a cold snort. She then turned to Tang Hui with a cheerful expression, "When did you arrive? Have you been waiting here for a long time?"
"Not really, I didn't wait long," Tang Hui said, pulling a bottle from his pocket and handing it to her. "This is something my mom asked me to give you."
Zhu Hui took the bottle, glanced at it, and smiled brightly as she thanked him.
"What exactly is in that bottle? Let me see," Yang Qianfan demanded, extending his hand.
"Why should I show you? No way," Zhu Hui shot him a glare and quickly stuffed the bottle into her pocket.
"Are you going to show me or not? This is the last time I'm asking you," Yang Qianfan said fiercely, glaring at her with his fingers splayed open, anger practically radiating from his palms.
"No, no, no..." Zhu Hui shouted wildly at him before seizing Tang Hui's arm and making a run for it while he was caught off guard.
Seeing her blatant disregard for him only fueled Yang Qianfan's anger further. He lunged forward and caught both of them.
"What do you think you're doing? You perverted Male Goat, are you trying to hit someone again? You better not forget that last year you were my defeated opponent. If we fight, I might not lose to you."
"Oh really? Then let's settle this right now and see who loses," Yang Qianfan said, raising an eyebrow in a flippant manner.
"Sorry, but I'm not in the mood to torture animals today. You should take the hint and scram quickly; otherwise, I'll chop you into eight pieces and throw you into a hot pot for a feast fit for three or twenty-one guests," Zhu Hui declared, shaking off his grip and walking past him as if nothing had happened.
"You little Dwarf Winter Melon, how dare you look down on me!" Yang Qianfan, infuriated by her arrogance, stepped forward and grabbed her tightly, rendering her completely immobile.
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