63: Freshly Marked

Freshly Marked

Sheng Yang could only let him. She knew Yi Juncheng wouldn't change his mind easily.1

She lazily leaned back in her chair and waited for him to finish wiping her hand. After a long while, he finally finished the job and gently put down her hand. His eyes were still a little red and he looked different from usual.

"Sorry." He sighed suddenly.

Maybe he shouldn't have wooed her.

Suddenly this thought entered his mind.

This was an idea he had never had before, and he was shocked.

Since his childhood, he always got what he wanted. This was the first time he had such a thought. He desired to own her, but now for the sake of her safety, he was willing to stay away from her. This wasn't at all like his usual self.

"It was nothing," Sheng Yang replied lightly. In fact, for her, no matter how dangerous Yi Juncheng was, he would never be a burden to her. On the contrary, he had helped her a lot.

And his fate wasn't something he could choose himself.

"You mean…" He suddenly raised his head, his dark eyes shining. "You'll allow me to be by your side?"

Sheng Yang opened her hands. "Why not?"

She had never had any friends in her previous life. If Fang Duo could be counted as her friend, then Yi Juncheng could also be her friend.

She didn't refuse him and allowed him to be her friend.

Yi Juncheng suddenly smiled. His smile was unforgettably beautiful. "I see."

Sheng Yang said it so casually, but her acceptance was greatly significant to him.

Sheng Yang was still young and didn't understand what her words meant to him, but he would keep them in mind forever.

**

In Class 7's classroom at Yan City High School, a few students walked in crossly holding violins, complaining as they walked.

"Hmph! Does Class One own the school's piano room? Are they the only ones who can use it?"

"The instruments provided by the school have already been signed out by them. We have to bring our own violins, but now they won't even allow us to use the piano room!"

"Heh, isn't it just because of Han Jingyu and Sheng Yue? I admit that Han Jingyu plays the violin really well, but Sheng Yue isn't so good at playing the piano."

Fang Duo shook her head helplessly when she heard this. This happened every year.

Class One was always so high-handed. Many Class One students were part of the student union, so Class One had some privileges. This injustice had existed for a long time.

Fang Duo turned to look at Sheng Yang. "Yangyang, don't you need to practice for your show?"

Sheng Yang shook her head.

"OK." Fang Duo thought Yangyang's program must have nothing to do with music. Otherwise, why wouldn't she need to practice?

Music programs had always been popular during the school celebration, but for Yangyang, it didn't matter.

At least to Fang Duo, as long as Sheng Yang stood on the stage, she would be overwhelmed by Sheng Yang's beauty and applaud even if she didn't perform anything or merely spoke a few words.

At this moment, Ou Ye came over and propped his elbow on the table. "Hey, Goddess of Studies, can I ask you about a math problem?"

Although he had offered to teach Sheng Yang math, he had accepted reality after the last exam. Not only did he have nothing to teach her but he should also learn from her. Her logical thinking was meticulous and she could explain math problems even better than Ms. Chen.

"Just connect MT, MA, and MB," Sheng Yang said gently, hitting the nail on the head.

"Oh my God, why didn't I think of that?" Ou Ye smacked his forehead. How could human brains be wired so differently?

Fang Duo had no idea what they were talking about, but she didn't mind because she could cup her cheek in her hand, appreciating Yangyang's beautiful face at close range when the latter was going over math problems with Ou Ye.

"Hey guys, here come your monthly exam papers on the Chinese language, freshly marked."

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