I woke up to find the third period had already started.
Zhang Zhaomu couldn't help but sigh once again that Class 9 was truly a wonderful place; if he had been assigned to any other class, he would never have been able to sleep so freely.
It can only be said that they benefited from the advantages of those students with special talents.
I glanced in Duan Chan'er's direction; the seat was empty.
She actually ran back during break to feed the Barbecue and September.
She didn't return to the classroom until almost ten minutes into the lesson, her face covered in sweat and her breathing rapid.
Perhaps seeing her hurried and somewhat disheveled appearance, the teacher did not punish her, but scolded her a few times and then let her into the classroom.
Zhang Zhaomu secretly took out his phone and sent a message to Duan Chan'er:
"How's the Barbecue and how's September going?"
Through the gaps in the crowd at the table in front of her, Zhang Zhaomu saw Duan Chan'er with her head down, and the message came back quickly:
"He can eat and sleep well, and is in excellent condition!"
"I went to the pharmacy and bought a syringe, which made feeding much easier. However, it took some time to heat the goat milk. I calculated that if I brought the milk to school in advance this afternoon to heat it, I might be able to arrive on time without being late."
Zhang Zhaomu replied, "I see your back is soaked with sweat, you must have run really fast... How about I feed you during break, I can run fast."
In fact, if he followed his own route over the wall, he was confident he could get back to his rented room in two or three minutes.
Moreover, being able to go out and have some fun during breaks helps to release the frustration of being stuck in the classroom as a [cat] character.
Duan Chan'er was somewhat tempted and said, "Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"
"No trouble at all," Zhang Zhaomu replied. "I even came up with September's name."
"Besides, if you're always running around sweating like this, it'll damage your perfect image at school, so I don't have that concern."
Duan Chan'er: "Huh? Do I look that bad right now?"
Zhang Zhaomu couldn't help but chuckle; the young girl really did care about her image in public.
"Of course it doesn't look bad, but it's a bit different from your usual quiet and gentle appearance. People will definitely be curious about what could have made you run so fast."
"Given your reputation at school, believe me, if you make a few more trips, rumors will definitely start circulating."
Duan Chan'er: "You're the same way. The class monitor is the most popular person in our school right now."
Zhang Zhaomu: "I have a secret route; it won't attract much attention."
Duan Chan'er: "What secret route?"
Zhang Zhaomu: "Since it's a secret route, of course it needs to be kept secret."
Duan Chan'er: "Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony with the class monitor. I'll treat you to something delicious later to repay you!"
After sending the message, she suddenly realized something else.
If I ask the class monitor to go Barbecue and feed September, wouldn't I have to give him my house key and let him enter my house alone?
He wouldn't be looking around inappropriately, would he? Or doing anything strange in his own home?
"Definitely not, the class monitor is a very good person! We can't put him in the shoes of those fictional characters."
Although she trusted Zhang Zhaomu, Duan Chan'er couldn't help but remind him, "I'll give you a spare key later, but class monitor, you absolutely cannot enter my bedroom!"
Zhang Zhaomu was taken aback; he hadn't thought of it that way.
He replied, "Actually, it's fine to leave September and the Barbecue at my place. It feels a bit strange to have your key. Aren't you afraid I'll break into your house and steal things?"
"The two little ones are still young. They need to get used to my home's environment and smell. It's not good to just move them to a different place," Duan Chan'er joked.
"Hmph, everything in my house is arranged systematically. I can spot anything missing at a glance. I'll just have the police handcuff you and take you away. You live right next door, so you can't escape."
Zhang Zhaomu was both amused and exasperated, feeling that Duan Chan'er was perhaps a little too carefree.
However, he really didn't have any other thoughts, even about the biggest secret she kept in her bedroom—that she was secretly writing male-oriented harem novels—he already knew about it long ago.
After a few casual words, Duan Chan'er stopped replying. Looking towards the front row, the girl was already asleep, slumped over her desk.
Zhang Zhaomu was bored and fell asleep. When she woke up, the teacher on the stage had changed. After sleeping for almost the whole morning, she was finally not so sleepy anymore, so she lay on the table and turned her head to stare at Xiang Qing next to her.
She was still focused on her studies, a gentle breeze blowing in from the window, causing her hair to sway softly.
I couldn't resist reaching out to fiddle with it again.
Xiang Qing's body stiffened instantly, but she didn't flinch like last time. She kept staring at the blackboard, pretending not to have noticed at all.
Her cheeks quickly returned to a lovely light pink hue.
Zhang Zhaomu went a step further, twirling her fingers a few times to let the strands of hair wrap around her hands. She didn't know what brand of shampoo the girl used, but her hair looked like it had been specially treated, smooth as silk.
I'm starting to really love it.
Finally, Xiang Qing couldn't hold back any longer. She quickly wrote a note and slightly raised it to show Zhang Zhaomu:
Why are you touching my hair again?
Zhang Zhaomu was momentarily distracted before realizing that he had once again lost control.
This time, he couldn't just brush it off with something like "it wasn't intentional," so he solemnly lied, "This is to give you desensitization training."
Xiang Qing wrote again, "What is desensitization training?"
"It'll help you get used to interacting with guys." Zhang Zhaomu felt a little embarrassed as she said this.
"Oh." Xiang Qing nodded, then hesitated for a moment, "Then be more careful with your movements, otherwise people will notice."
Huh?
Did she believe it?
She actually believed it?
Seeing the girl blushing with embarrassment but trying her best to act as if nothing was wrong, Zhang Zhaomu even felt a pang of guilt.
It's wrong to fool idiots...
So he raised his other hand and picked up two more strands of hair.
"What now?" Xiang Qing didn't even write anything this time, and asked in a low voice.
"As everyone knows, I'm an image consultant," Zhang Zhaomu said frankly. "I feel your hairstyle is a bit plain, so I'll braid two little braids for you."
"Oh--" Xiang Qing hesitated for a moment, then started writing again. "Class monitor, your fee is 588, right? I don't have that much money on me right now. My mom gives me 100 yuan a week for pocket money. Can I pay you in installments?"
Zhang Zhaomu: "?"
Do we have to be so serious?
"Don't worry, it's a privilege I give you as your deskmate; it's free."
I only said it casually, but now I feel guilty and really have to design something for them properly.
He asked, " Xiang Qing, did you bring any other clothes to school besides your school uniform?"
Xiang Qing nodded and wrote, "But I can only wear the school uniform at school; that's what my mother told me."
"Okay." Zhang Zhaomu thought for a moment and said, "Given that we can only wear it with the school uniform, we need to add some subtle touches to the hairstyle. It can't be too exaggerated, but it still needs to perfectly highlight your classic beauty."
"A classic beauty?" Xiang Qing tilted her head. "Me?"
Zhang Zhaomu: "..."
Don't you have any self-awareness?