Jiang Yu had settled down completely after that day.
Even Gray Hair took a detour whenever he ran into Jiang Xun in the hallway, practically trying to tuck his head into his collar. The lackeys who usually swaggered around behind Jiang Yu had all gone quiet too, automatically changing routes at the distant sight of Jiang Xun.
Without flies buzzing around him, the days passed quickly.
Jiang Xun arrived in class just in time every day. During lessons, he either slept on his desk or stared out the window. Occasionally, when he was awake, he poked Duan Qizhao's arm with a pen and asked what they were having for lunch.
After a week, his textbooks were still pristine enough to return as new, none of the three pens in his pencil case had been used, and his exercise books were blank apart from his name.
But none of that stopped him from becoming the most inexplicable campus celebrity in Jinghua Middle School's history.
He clearly hadn't done anything, yet girls passing him in the hallway would suddenly fall silent and pinch each other's arms, while students from the neighboring class made special detours during breaks to pass Class Three's back door and pretend to tie their shoelaces.
Even the cafeteria lady dug her ladle an extra half inch deeper when serving him, piling his braised pork into a mound.
Duan Qizhao's assessment was, "Your face is a walking admissions brochure. You could sit here doing absolutely nothing, and the school's application rate next year would still go up three percentage points."
Jiang Xun pushed half his mound of braised pork into Duan Qizhao's bowl, his tone utterly flat. "Shut up and eat."
Duan Qizhao was so touched he nearly called him Dad on the spot.
A week later came their