He saw what was written on the note:
Sorry, I've implicated you. I will definitely memorize the text well next time. How can I make it up to you? How about I buy you some food?
There was even a crudely drawn crying face next to it.
Wang Jingyuan stared at this crying face for a while before he raised his eyebrows slightly.
Lu Qingyan found a classroom to self-study in. She started with the science materials and reviewed the main points that were taught recently before she started the assignment for the day.
It wasn't until the first afternoon class was about to start that Lu Qingyan slowly returned to the classroom.
When she returned, Wang Jingyuan was working on an assignment.
The long legs overlapped under the table. They appeared very normal, but still exuded a sense of laziness.
Lu Qingyan discovered that his eyelashes were really long and when he looked down at the questions, there were small shadows under his eyes.
'His eyelashes are too long for a villain…'
'Why is his side profile so ridiculously photogenic?'
'God, redistribute the beauty points fairly!'
A man that appeared so good-looking really made one felt that God was unfair. He would rather give such alluring beauty to a man than you.
She pretended to be nonchalant as she pulled the chair out and sat down, but she secretly observed the items on his desk.
The bear biscuits were gone.
She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that whenever she glanced over, the person seemed to indifferently glance at her as well.
And then she noticed something that nearly gave her an existential crisis.
Wang Jingyuan was nearly done with the day's math worksheet.
Lu Qingyan: "..."
Lu Qingyan's brain lagged.
What kind of abnormality was this??
She thought she was already quick enough when finishing assignments, she even won the not-so-glamorous title of "The Fastest Woman" in her class before.
But this Wang Jingyuan—
How come he's even faster than her??
Is it okay for a man to be so fast??
Lu Qingyan suddenly developed a deep sense of crisis.
She looked down at the assignments on her desk and then tightly held the new pen she bought.
With the fury of a scholar scorned, Lu Qingyan attacked her worksheet like it had personally insulted her GPA. Every formula spilled out of her pen with mechanical precision. Her pen scratched the paper with a vengeance.
She was a woman on fire.
And Tang Jie, who was seated in front of her, saw that the Lu Qingyan, who originally arrived leisurely, suddenly seemed to be vigorously answering math questions as if she was injected with chicken blood.
"…Did she drink five energy drinks or something?"
Almost every time a formula was written, it would immediately be followed by an answer.
The speed was frightening, and Tang Jie's heart fluctuated.
He watched in horror as Lu Qingyan completed a whole page in the time it took him to find his calculator.
Was this the power of competitive academia?
***
The next day, Lu Qingyan discovered that the seat next to hers was empty again.
Even when class started, it remained that way.
Afterward, she learned that Wang Jingyuan had asked for leave. Apparently, he caught a high fever due to being exposed to the cold.
Lu Qingyan suddenly felt a burst of guilt. It can't be that because she spilled an ink on his jacket and his wound worsened was it?
Then would he hate her for this?
Does this mean her fate transformation plan failed?
Is it still possible for her to safely be a passerby in the future?
***
When she was about to go for lunch at noon, Lu Qingyan received a WeChat.
Vocational High School Miser Wei Ge: I have a brother in an internet cafe that said he saw your brother and the little white face from a few days ago about to fight, and they're currently in the internet cafe. Didn't you want to advocate for a more civilized society, come over
There was also a picture attached, which looked to be a well-decorated internet cafe.
Lu Qingyan was a little surprised.
Wei Ge. That name clicked.
In the original novel, he was Lu Qingyan's number one fanboy, loyal to the point of comedy.
But what caught her attention was the term "little white face."
The little white face mentioned here ...
should be Wang Jingyuan?
Wait.
Wasn't Wang Jingyuan supposed to be sick at home?
How did he go from feverish to fight-ready overnight?!
How did he end up at an internet cafe and about to fight with Lu Mingxuan?
Lu Qingyan felt suspicious and thought for a moment before she responded: Send me the location
***
The internet cafe wasn't far from campus. Lu Qingyan finished lunch and took advantage of the time left before afternoon classes started to leave school.
Because the internet cafe might restrict minors, Lu Qingyan wasn't foolish enough to blatantly wear her school uniform there.
The weather had gotten colder recently, so she added another layer of clothing and left the school wearing a pink sweater.
Who would've expected that when she entered through the front door, she would find someone deep asleep at the cash register. When she woke the person up, he was still a little dazed.