Faced with Chen Zhenzhen's furious glare, Zhang Zhaomu felt nothing.
He even couldn't resist tugging twice on the bun in his hand.
It felt pretty nice. Chen Zhenzhen really did have good hair.
"Zhang Zaowan!"
Chen Zhenzhen finally lost her temper and raised a foot to stomp on Zhang Zhaomu's.
A step back!
Zhang Zhaomu dodged nimbly and praised her. "Nice kick! I didn't expect Wing Chun, famous for close-range combat, to have such impressive leg techniques as well as hand techniques!"
"If my martial arts weren't a notch above yours, you'd have nearly succeeded in ambushing me."
"Are you sick or something?!" Chen Zhenzhen was in no mood to role-play with him. She touched her hair and found that the bun on the left had already come a little loose. She immediately snapped and pounced at him, baring her teeth and brandishing her claws.
"She's getting worked up!"
Zhang Zhaomu turned and ran. Thanks to his long legs, he quickly pulled away. He stopped again at the stairwell, and seeing that Chen Zhenzhen hadn't kept chasing him, he raised his chin slightly. "Chen Zhen, it's a shame your lightness skill still falls a little short."
Chen Zhenzhen: "..."
People really did laugh when they were rendered speechless.
He must have taken the wrong medicine today! He'd come looking for her during the break just to play with her hair bun?
Did he have to be so bored?!
If he really wanted to play with it, couldn't he do it some other time? Couldn't he do it somewhere else?! It wasn't as if she wouldn't let him!
Why did it have to be right outside the classroom?! So many people in the class were watching!
At the thought, her cheeks grew even redder, though this time she really was embarrassed and angry.
"Zhang Zaowan, just you wait!" she said through gritted teeth. "Lightness skill, huh? You run fast, huh? Don't let me catch you!"
She absolutely, absolutely had to make him experience this kind of social death too!
"Just the yapping of a loser." Zhang Zhaomu snorted and turned to head upstairs.
It felt as though the nature he'd suppressed for two classes had finally been unleashed on Chen Zhenzhen.
That felt good.
Approaching the classroom, he found that the sports students had stopped playing their stacking game. Instead, they were taking turns throwing plastic bottles into the trash can.
Their shooting form was textbook, but unfortunately their aim was a little lacking.
Zhang Zhaomu couldn't help shaking his head and sighing inwardly. They're already in high school, and they still play games like this. Childish!
As he passed the back door, he gave a little jump and reached up to touch the doorframe before strolling inside.
The boys throwing plastic bottles froze. Deep inside them, it felt as though some low-level process had been triggered.
By the time Zhang Zhaomu sat down and looked over again, the boys had started competing to see who could touch the highest point.
That immediately made Zhang Zhaomu a little eager to join in again.
That's all?
If I went over and jumped up to easily lick the ceiling with my tongue, their expressions would already be quite a sight.
"Mm, then the rest of my life... my cat life would get pretty interesting too."
That thought successfully quashed Zhang Zhaomu's impulse, and he slumped over his desk, his interest gone.
He clearly possessed abilities beyond those of ordinary people, yet he had to restrain himself at every turn. It was like wearing fine robes on a night walk!
If this were a different kind of world, this would be the moment for me to show my divinity before the masses!
Zhang Zhaomu stared at the classroom door, thinking that perhaps in the next moment, a skin-and-bones man in a gray trench coat and a mask would walk in and introduce himself as the person in charge of Xinxi County, saying he was happy to be standing here alive to give everyone a lecture today...
Unfortunately, the person who walked in was the potbellied history teacher, wearing glasses.
He was a superpowered individual too, one who had spent years immersed in the field of helping people sleep. Zhang Zhaomu soon grew drowsy, closed his eyes, and slept like the dead.
By the time he woke up, it was almost lunch break.
"I really can sleep. I slept ten hours last night, and I've slept through almost three classes this morning..."
He was beginning to understand why those house cats were so lazy all day. With so little space and no way to work off their energy, what could they do all day besides sleep?
Just then, he felt a gentle tug on the hem of his T-shirt.
Zhang Zhaomu turned his head.
Xiang Qing was still sitting ramrod straight, but her little hand, hidden beneath the desk, had mischievously reached over with a folded note in it.
Wait, is this girl addicted to passing notes?
A little puzzled, Zhang Zhaomu took the note, opened it, and glanced at it.
Then the corner of his mouth twitched.
The note was covered in writing. At a rough glance, there had to be at least eight hundred characters.
Zhang Zhaomu couldn't resist another glance at Xiang Qing.
Did she just write an essay? Why give this to me? Hand it straight to the Chinese teacher!
Grumbling inwardly, Zhang Zhaomu began reading from the start.
"The reason I transferred from No. 3 High School was that Mom thought its college admission rate was too low, and that with my grades, I might not get into a first-tier university. No. 1 High School is the best high school in Xinxi, and every year its first-tier university admission rate stays above 60%, so she pulled a lot of strings to get me transferred here."
Zhang Zhaomu was completely baffled.
This came out of nowhere. Why suddenly tell me this? Who asked you?
Wait... did I casually mention it during the break?
Never mind, then.
Still, I'd already forgotten about it. Isn't she taking it a little too seriously, going out of her way to pass me a note to answer? And instead of telling me during the break, she had to wait until class started and write it on a note... We're deskmates, not pen pals!
"Of course, I wanted to transfer to No. 1 High School myself. It's not because the quality of education here is better than at No. 3 High School. Although I do want to get into a good university to repay my mom, more importantly, No. 1 High School is in the county town, quite far from my home, so I don't have to live at home. I can board at school."
"That's something I've dreamed of ever since middle school!"
"But I really wasn't used to living in a dorm for the first time. I really want to get along with my roommates, but it doesn't seem to be working. I feel like none of them really like me, and showering is inconvenient too. The bathroom is a little far away..."
What followed was mostly a description of her daily life and thoughts over the past week. It was just like a diary, written in meticulous, earnest detail.
At first, Zhang Zhaomu was speechless, but as he read on, a subtle feeling gradually rose in him.
He felt that this girl... was a little pitiful.
He had clearly been asleep through the last two classes, and everything she'd written was entirely one-sided. She might not even have been able to get this note to him, yet its contents were filled with a sincerity that moved him.
It was as though she wanted to pour out everything about herself within the limited space on the paper.
Just how many thoughts and worries had she kept hidden in her life before this, with no one to listen, for her to seem so eager and impatient?
Zhang Zhaomu turned to look at Xiang Qing and happened to catch her sneaking a glance at him. The girl was startled and hurriedly turned back around.
After a while, she couldn't help turning back again. When she saw that Zhang Zhaomu was still staring at her, her cheeks instantly turned red.
She lowered her head, tore off a piece of paper, quickly wrote a few words, and slipped it onto Zhang Zhaomu's desk.
"I'm sorry."
Zhang Zhaomu was taken aback. He wrote, "What do you mean?"
"I couldn't help writing too much. I made you waste time reading all that. It must have been really boring, right?" Xiang Qing passed the note back, but she didn't dare look at Zhang Zhaomu. She just gripped her pen tightly, her fingertips turning white.
Zhang Zhaomu frowned slightly.
He didn't pick up his pen to write. Instead, he leaned slightly toward his deskmate.
Then he said softly, "It wasn't exactly interesting."
Seeing her body tremble slightly and her faintly flushed face turn a few shades paler, Zhang Zhaomu continued:
"But it was very sincere."
"So you don't need to apologize. I don't mind getting to know my deskmate a little better."