Only when the door closed did Zhou Shihui sneer, letting out a cold laugh.
...
Yun Mi was actually happy to see Chen Yiyang's explanation, but she didn't show it.
Yun Mi swore to study hard.
She had figured it out. After the arts/science split, the two lists would be posted on two different blackboards.
When the time came, she would be first place, standing shoulder to shoulder with Chen Yiyang.
The girl worked on problems one by one when her phone buzzed with a reply.
y2: I'm free after 8 PM during the competition. If you have questions, you can call or video call.
Seeing this unexpected message, a fine pain burst in her heart.
She thought she had misread.
Hesitantly, she typed back.
Grow Up Well: I'm staying at Shanfu now. You don't have to explain problems to me anymore.
y2: Oh. Then go find those unreliable ones.
Grow Up Well: Come on, Chen Yiyang.
Grow Up Well: But can I video call you? Ding Yuan told me competitions have twin rooms. Aren't you sharing with a stranger?
y2: Big bro has money. I'm staying outside.
"..."
Damn capitalism.
Yun Mi squinted at the message, cursed him for being a spoiled brat, but couldn't help the corners of her mouth lifting.
Grow Up Well: What about during the day?
y2: Leave a message.
Oh.
So I have to wait until you're free.
Yun Mi snorted.
She inexplicably sent: What about Baa Baa?
Her heart pounded so hard it almost drowned out her breathing.
In the dead silence, the sounds of the light rail and cicadas outside drifted away.
Yun Mi seemed to hear nothing.
She was greedy, wanting much more. She admitted it was wrong, but she couldn't help it.
She stared at the phone screen.
The other side showed "typing..."
The warm yellow desk lamp wrapped around the girl's figure. The unfinished test papers lay spread on the desk.
The girl lowered her eyes, seeing Chen Yiyang stop typing.
Her fingers unconsciously traced the pen.
Yun Mi took a deep breath, thinking she really needed to take it step by step.
Suddenly, a fourteen-second voice message popped up in WeChat.
"?"
Yun Mi held her breath and played it.
The voice message was filled with the sound of traffic coming and going. The roar of an engine hissed and momentarily drowned out Chen Yiyang's voice.
He was outside.
After the noise passed, the boy's voice came through clearly, low and magnetic, slightly hoarse, intense yet restrained, stirring the girl's heart. With a cold, teenage smirk, Chen Yiyang said, "Chen Yiyang is Chen Miemie. Is that okay?"
Then, "Yun Mimi?"
"!!!"
Yun Mi's eyes slowly widened. She even doubted what she heard.
The next second, the girl's face suddenly burned red. She dropped her pen, clutching her phone with both hands.
She curled up in the ergonomic chair, like a hedgehog, her brows curving, her head lowered, revealing a relaxed and unrestrained smile.
Author's note: Please spare Mimi and let her study well.