In stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere in the Jiang family, Duan Qizhao had had a spring in his step these past two days.
He was ten times more excited about Jiang Xun transferring to Jinghua than Jiang Xun himself.
His desk was pushed together with Jiang Xun's, and the snacks piled on top could have buried someone.
Imported chocolates, limited-edition chips, braised duck tongues, milk in every flavor-he opened every package and even put the straws into the milk cartons for Jiang Xun before handing them over.
"Are you hot?" Duan Qizhao pulled a portable fan out of his treasure trove of a backpack and thrust it toward Jiang Xun's face.
"There are so many people in here that the air-conditioning barely reaches us. I brought this from home. Are three speed settings enough? If not, I've got a more powerful one, but it's a little loud. Sounds like a helicopter taking off."
Jiang Xun pushed the fan away. "Haven't you been a little too attentive to me lately?"
"Of course I should be nice to you." Duan Qizhao fished a box of peeled pink pomelo out of his desk compartment. "Try some. It was flown in before dawn. I spent an hour peeling it."
Jiang Yu took it all in, his teeth grinding audibly.
For an entire week, he had failed to find a single opportunity to approach Jiang Xun alone.
Duan Qizhao stuck to Jiang Xun like glue, sitting beside him in class, trailing him between lessons, and never leaving his side even during free time in PE.
Through gritted teeth, Jiang Yu realized that unless he got rid of the human wall that was Duan Qizhao first, he wouldn't even be able to touch the hem of Jiang Xun's clothes.
He calmed down and went over