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Zhu Hui immediately dropped her skirt, struggling to get up from the ground. With her head down, she ignored everyone and turned to run away.
"Hui, Hui," Tang Hui called out behind her, but she paid no attention. In a moment of panic, he instinctively ran forward to chase after her, but as soon as he took a step, he was blocked by Yang Qianfan.
"What happened to her during the holidays that left her burned like this?" Yang Qianfan asked in confusion.
"She was working at a hot pot restaurant during winter break and accidentally got burned," Tang Hui replied impatiently, pushing him aside and rushing off to catch up with Zhu Hui.
Yang Qianfan stood there, staring blankly as Zhu Hui's figure gradually faded into the distance. Guilt washed over him like a warm spring breeze, causing him to shiver as if winter had taken over all four seasons.
Later, feeling the weight of his conscience, he rushed to the pharmacy after school and bought a bottle of high-quality safflower oil, intending to apologize to Zhu Hui that afternoon.
During the third period that afternoon, Zhu Hui's class was in the gym for physical education. Seizing the opportunity while the classroom was empty, he decided to skip class and quietly slipped into Zhu Hui's classroom. He planned to secretly place the safflower oil in her drawer without anyone noticing. Peeking into the classroom, his eyes scanned like radar until he confirmed it was indeed empty. Only then did he boldly step inside.
Approaching Zhu Hui's desk, he noticed it was cluttered with books. He casually picked one up and opened it, discovering a pen drawing tucked inside—a breathtaking landscape illustration. The drawing depicted lush green pines, rolling snow-capped mountains, a romantic thatched cottage, and a leisurely antelope grazing by a clear stream. The door of the cottage was slightly ajar, as if waiting for someone’s arrival. Seeing this artwork made Yang Qianfan smile knowingly; he thought to himself, "I didn’t expect this Dwarf Winter Melon to be so talented. Not only are her grades good, but her pen drawings are amazing too. She’s truly blessed with such a clever mind."
"Hey! What are you doing here?" Zhu Hui suddenly appeared behind him, tiptoeing and shouting in his ear.
Yang Qianfan was startled by her deafening voice, which made his ears ring and nearly caused him to drop the book in his hands. He turned around with an embarrassed expression, blushing as he stammered, "When... when did you get back?"
"You’re sneaking around here like a thief!" Zhu Hui shot him a cold glare and snatched her book and drawing from his hands.
"Hey! I..." Yang Qianfan felt shy and flushed again; he wanted to apologize but found himself at a loss for words.
"What do you want?" Zhu Hui noticed his hesitation and grew even more annoyed with him. Coldly, she said, "You’re not welcome here; please leave immediately."
“Do I really make you feel that annoying?”
“Absolutely, you make me feel extremely and utterly annoying,” Zhu Hui affirmed, pointing at him with clear emphasis.
“Alright… alright.” Yang Qianfan didn’t want to argue with her and asked in a less than pleasant tone, “Aren’t you supposed to be in gym class right now? Why aren’t you there?”
“With my leg injured like this, do you think I can attend gym class?” Zhu Hui replied just as curtly.
“Hey, is your leg… feeling any better?” Yang Qianfan asked, unable to look her in the eye. He turned his head aside, pretending to be nonchalant as he glanced around.
“Thanks to that kick you gave me yesterday, it’s much better now,” Zhu Hui shot him a cold glance, thoroughly annoyed by him.
Yang Qianfan hesitated for a moment before handing her the bottle of red flower oil he had just bought, his face turning red. “Hey! This… this is for you.”
Zhu Hui looked at him in confusion, not quite understanding.
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