Tang Jie sneered and said, "Actually the Year One's Room 10 is also called the "Middle School Youth Sanitorium." You better be careful and not fall asleep while doing the exam."
Peng Jianda was very dissatisfied with Tang Jie's sudden interruption.
"Tang Jie, we're all one group. Can you be a little more cooperative and show some love? Will you only be satisfied if we all take the test together?"
"Also I've noticed this a while ago, but why is your attitude towards Xiao Su so unfriendly?"
Tang Jie: "You're thinking too much, my attitude towards you is also very unfriendly."
Peng Jianda huffed, completely ignoring his rebuttal. He rubbed his chin in thought, then suddenly widened his eyes as if he had discovered a universe-altering secret. "Wait a minute. Don't tell me you're just jealous Xiao Yan gets to sit next to Brother Jing and inhale the rarefied academic air of a learning god!"
At that moment, Wang Jingyuan, who had been quietly flipping through his physics questions, raised his head ever so slightly at the mention of his name. He glanced lazily toward them, an eyebrow quirking in mild amusement.
Lu Qingyan internally rolled her eyes. "Rarefied academic air" her foot.
These past few days, she had felt nothing except the cold breeze coming from her deskmate who alternated between solving Olympiad-level problems and snoring like he owned the place.
Once in a while, he'd throw in a sarcastic comment that hit her like a dodgeball to the face.
Where was the halo of genius or the motivational aura?
In the end, it was Lu Qingyan who couldn't bear it and said to Peng Jianda, "Group Leader, don't worry. I am in a good state of mind and will definitely do better this time."
Peng Jianda, still unconvinced, looked at her like she was about to be deployed to the frontlines. But class was about to begin, and with one last mother-hen warning "Remember to drink water and not panic if your pen explodes—just raise your hand calmly.", he shuffled back to his seat.
Lu Qingyan had developed a habit of organizing the original host's stuff after class.
After she flipped through the cosmetic bag, she discovered that although the original host did not have a lot of traditional pencils, she had quite a few eyebrow pencils.
Even her, this delicate pig of a girl[1], recognized that the hand cream's quality was not bad.
Lu Qingyan actually felt that her hands were a little dry, so she took out the hand cream.
The packaging of the hand cream was a bit strange, but she didn't look too closely at it. She directly squeezed it into the palm of her hand.
When she squeezed some onto the palm of her hand, she suddenly felt that there was something very wrong about the texture and touch.
Then, she caught a glimpsed of a few symbols under the hand cream that was very small, so small that they were hard to see without careful examination.
Her gaze flickered to the bottom of the tube. Tiny, almost invisible letters sat innocently under the printed label.
502.
Lu Qingyan: "…"
Wait. Waitwaitwaitwait.
Was this what the original host meant by the "502 Project" in her phone notes?! She thought it was a study plan! Not some undercover prank mission from the chemical warfare department!
But she never expected that the first person to fall prey to this naive method was actually herself.
T-T-This, the 502 glue should be inside this???
Wait, even if you wanted to use this to do bad things, why was it necessary to hide the '502' in such a hidden place?
Lu Qingyan got up hurriedly as she wanted to quickly run to the washroom.
However, she got up too abruptly and accidentally knocked into the chin of the person behind her when she turned her head.
"Ah!" Lu Qingyan staggered back, vision spinning. "Whose face is made of concrete?!"
And just as she was about to fall, she instinctively reached out—
And pressed her palm directly onto someone's hand.
With the newfound support, she calmed down.
There was a beat of silence.
Then realization slammed into her like a chalkboard to the face.
THE GLUE.
She raised her eyes and saw the cold-faced young man. He seemed to have also noticed something and slightly raised the tips of his eyebrows.
The girl's soft, white hand, was tightly attached to the back of his hand due to her sudden panic earlier.
He raised one perfect eyebrow.
Lu Qingyan: "..."
The silence was suffocating.
She gave a nervous little laugh. "Haha… it's, um… this is not what it looks like."
Then, Wang Jingyuan moved and raised his arm again. He saw Lu Qingyan followed his movement as she raised hers as well. She was even on her tiptoes as she said, "Ah, it hurts, it hurts—"
She was literally dangling from him like some awkward decorative keychain.
Wang Jingyuan lowered his eyes and stared blankly at her for three seconds before leaning in slightly.
The two people's hands were stuck together.
Wang Jingyuan lowered his eyes and stared at her blankly for three seconds.
Just when Lu Qingyan thought he was about to raise his hands against her, he leaned in closer instead and asked in a deep voice, "Is this how you're making it up to me?"
Lu Qingyan: ?
At this moment, Wang Jingyuan used his free hand and took out a note from the drawer of his desk.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
1. Pig girl- a self-mocking term that people who are food-loving and lazy use on themselves.