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"Just because I'm handsome, there are still people who won't even glance at me. Your attitude and image have seriously affected my reputation and everyone's perception. People think I'm even worse than a vase, or they believe that handsome guys are no longer in fashion, which has made the teacher lose confidence. At least you should show some attitude to prove that handsome guys are still popular. Look how handsome the teacher is; he should at least get married."
Zhou Xiaochuan leaned towards Hu Jiao'er, whispering softly in her ear.
Hu Jiao'er finally laughed at him and turned her body to face Zhou Xiaochuan.
"That's right; it's easier to see the blackboard this way." Zhou Xiaochuan resumed his upright posture, his eyes fixed on the blackboard, while his lips moved lightly as he spoke.
The class ended amidst everyone's excitement.
As soon as the class was over, Zhou Xiaochuan was quick to pack up his things and swiftly grabbed Hu Jiao'er's books from in front of her. He magically pulled out a denim backpack from his drawer and placed both his and Jiao'er's books inside.
"What are you doing?" Jiao'er asked.
"Going back to the dorm," Zhou Xiaochuan replied.
"Why are you taking my books?" Jiao'er asked in confusion.
"I want to; I'm your book servant," Zhou Xiaochuan answered.
Before Jiao'er could ask again, Zhou Xiaochuan had already slung the backpack over his shoulder and walked toward the classroom door.
When he reached the door and noticed that Hu Jiao'er hadn't followed, he stopped and waited for her.
Classmates passing by him all smiled mischievously, saying, "Zhou Xiaochuan, you're like lightning."
"Not at all," he replied politely. "It's just that the adrenaline is flowing a bit too quickly."
The others laughed even more ambiguously.
Hu Jiao'er walked past him without looking, her head held high as she moved forward. Zhou Xiaochuan hurriedly followed behind her.
At this moment, a group of male and female classmates had already gathered around Hu Jiao'er.
One guy patted her on the shoulder and said, "Hu Jiao'er, not bad! Quick and decisive, you wrapped it up in one conversation."
The girls surrounded Hu Jiao'er, chattering and asking various questions.
Hu Jiao'er smiled lightly but did not respond.
At this time, Zhou Xiaochuan stepped forward, managing to squeeze his way to Hu Jiao'er's side. Like a bodyguard beside a star, he used his hands to block anyone trying to get close to her and said, "Sorry everyone, this is my first time with Hu Jiao'er today. Could you kindly give us a moment alone together?"
"Hahaha."
Everyone immediately dispersed and ran away.
In an instant, the space around Zhou Xiaochuan and Hu Jiao'er became empty.
Fortunately, it was spring—a bright spring—so even with the surroundings empty, sunlight bathed them warmly, filling their view with blooming flowers and lush greenery.
Otherwise, Zhou Xiaochuan would have found it difficult to focus his gaze. The only thing he could fix his eyes on was Hu Jiao'er right in front of him.
However, just as his gaze landed on her, unfortunately, it accidentally fell on her face, and even more unfortunately, their eyes met. He realized that his heart was racing nervously.
He hurriedly averted his gaze, but it searched the air, looking for a place to settle that would calm his frantic heart.
Finally, his eyes landed on a tree full of red leaves, and he pointed at it, saying, "Those leaves are really beautiful."
At that moment, Hu Jiao'er turned to look in the direction of his finger.
"Ha."
Hu Jiao'er let out a laugh. At first, she stifled it for a moment. Until Zhou Xiaochuan, still in a daze, asked her, "What are you laughing at?"
The tension from earlier had completely vanished.
Hu Jiao'er could no longer hold back and burst into a clear and cheerful laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" he asked again, still looking bewildered.
"Do you see those as flowers?" Jiao'er stopped laughing and asked.
"Aren't they flowers?" Zhou Xiaochuan scratched his head and asked with a silly grin.
Without further ado, Hu Jiao'er took Zhou Xiaochuan's hand and walked toward the tree full of red leaves.
When they reached it, Hu Jiao'er pointed at the vibrant red leaves and said, "This tree is called Purple Silkwood. Pay attention, silly; these are all leaves—red leaves, not red flowers."
"Hey, I know these are red leaves, not red flowers," Zhou Xiaochuan said, scratching his head and grinning at Hu Jiao'er.
"What?" Jiao'er thought she misheard. "You know they are red leaves, not red flowers?"
Jiao'er shook her hands vigorously, only to realize that she was still firmly holding his hand.
"This," Jiao'er said, staring blankly.
Zhou Xiaochuan's smile deepened, still smug and mischievous.
Jiao'er finally realized she had been tricked. She forcefully pulled her hand away and stormed off on her own.
"Is this how you play?"
Jiao'er clenched her fists tightly. "This is my first time holding a boy's hand, and I was tricked."
Hmph! Jiao'er continued to walk briskly ahead, ignoring Zhou Xiaochuan who was calling out to her, "Jiao'er."
After a while, she slowed her pace and relaxed her clenched fists, examining them closely in front of her.
Hmm, it's strange. When I held his hand just now, I didn't feel anything. But now, as I look at my hand, I feel something. It seems like his warmth is still lingering in my palm. The sensation of his hand touching hers remains—smooth yet marked with fine lines and calluses from holding a pen, broad and warm.
Unknowingly, Jiao'er's steps slowed even more until she finally stopped by the roadside, shyly lowering her head but daring not to look back.
Zhou Xiaochuan happened to catch up with her and quietly walked beside her.
The earlier noise had returned to silence, but this time it was Hu Jiao'er whose heart was racing wildly. She wanted to press her hand against her pounding heart, yet she worried about him noticing.
But if she didn't hold down her racing heart, she feared he might hear the sound of her heartbeat.
It was so quiet around them!
Oh, actually, it wasn't quiet at all!
On a spring evening, the campus was vibrant with blooming flowers, and people were coming and going around them, filled with laughter and chatter.
Yet for Zhou Xiaochuan and Hu Jiao'er, there was only one person in their eyes, and in their ears, they could only hear each other's heartbeat—nervous, shy, and a thumping sound that they wanted to suppress but couldn't.
"Just now. That... um..." The usually calm Zhou Xiaochuan had vanished, leaving behind this stammering version of himself who couldn't find the words.
"What... what?" Hu Jiao'er's voice was very soft, like the gentle breeze of a spring evening.
"Just now. That... holding hands." Zhou Xiaochuan's voice had also become very soft, like the faint twinkling of stars on a spring night.
"Holding hands. Holding hands." Her voice was as delicate as a mosquito's buzz. "It's my first time holding a boy's hand!" Hu Jiao'er suddenly exclaimed loudly, "You made me feel nothing at all."
"What?" This time it was Zhou Xiaochuan who looked like a fool.
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