"Hiss."
Feng Yuanming inhaled sharply and looked down.
He saw his young master glaring at him, cheeks puffed up in anger.
Seeing this, Xia Zelin tightened his grip on Feng Yuanming's arm, his face filled with indignation.
"Feng Yuanming, what are you staring at? What’s so interesting about her that you can’t take your eyes off? Don’t look at her, look at me!"
Feng Yuanming was instantly jolted back to reality. He turned to face the still-fuming Xia Zelin, feeling a sudden wariness towards Youya Wen.
That woman is suspicious. I’ll have to send someone to investigate when we get back. For now, I need to calm the young master down.
"My apologies. My young master isn’t angry anymore, I promise I won’t look at that woman again."
"Hmph!" Xia Zelin turned away deliberately, refusing to look at him.
Seeing that he was still upset, Feng Yuanming pulled out his trump card.
"I’ll treat you to your favorite strawberry tiramisu later."
'Tiramisu? Strawberry flavor? I really want to eat that!'
'Wuwuwu, ever since the last cavity incident, I haven’t had any for two or three weeks! Hold on, hold on, Xia Zelin, he might just be trying to trick you!'
Seemingly aware of his thoughts, Feng Yuanming added another line.
"Three large pieces of tiramisu. I’m not lying; I won’t tell the old man."
"Fine, since you’re being so sincere, I’ll generously forgive you!"
Great! Feng Yuanming successfully calmed down the angry young master.
But he figured he wouldn’t be telling his young master about the investigation.
In fact, these three pieces of cake were prepared as a surprise for him, as he had recently been eyeing them. One day, he specifically asked the old man to arrange this treat.
...
"Class, our new student Youya Wen might feel a bit uncomfortable at first. I hope everyone can get along well in our future studies. Is there anyone who would like to share a desk with Youya Wen?" Li Ziran turned and asked.
"Teacher, let this cute girl sit with me! I’d love to be her desk mate!"
Feng Yuyun was sitting by the window.
He rested his chin on one hand, gazing toward Youya Wen. A fleeting glimmer of amusement crossed his eyes, and a confident smile curled at the corners of his mouth, as if he was certain that Youya Wen would choose to sit beside him.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Youya Wen glanced around but said nothing as she stepped down from the podium.
As she approached Feng Yuyun's seat, everyone assumed she would choose him.
However, to their surprise, Youya Wen walked straight past him and stopped in front of an exceptionally handsome boy.
With a flawless face adorned with a sweet smile, Youya Wen softly asked, "Would you like to be my desk mate?"
Seeing all eyes in the class turn toward him, Chi Jing visibly bristled. He made no effort to hide his disdain for Youya Wen.
"Youya Wen, I prefer peace and quiet."
"So I don’t wish to add another desk mate to my already comfortable and simple study life. Please find someone else."
'That guy is decent; he’s straightforward and resolute.'
Leng Yao, who had been reading, looked up towards Chi Jing with clear and cold eyes filled with appreciation.
Youya Wen's sweet smile froze instantly.
"Ah, it seems our beautiful Youya has been rejected by this little beauty!"
"How surprising! I thought your charm was irresistible. It seems that's not the case."
Sitting not far away, Xia Zelin glanced at Feng Yuanming beside him and spoke in a sarcastic tone.
'Where did the young master learn this trick? Such mischief!'
'Forget it, let him be. I was indeed in the wrong just now; I'll let him cool off,' Feng Yuanming thought to himself and acted accordingly.
Xia Zelin was quite pleased with his response.
That's more like it. The person who had been staring intently at Youya Wen earlier could not possibly be Feng Yuanming; he must have been possessed by a ghost.
Feng Yuyun, who had been observing their little antics closely, smiled mysteriously.
'It seems that Xia Zelin will have someone to rely on in the future, which puts my mind at ease.
Feng Yuanming, I'm counting on you to take good care of him.'
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