Chapter – 67
Luo Shuxin sometimes felt like he was Doraemon.
Luo Shuxin: “Looking for tissues?”
Jiang Jian shook his head, reached into Luo Shuxin’s pocket, and pulled out two White Rabbit candies. He handed one to Luo Shuxin while mumbling that he’d switched brands again—Golden Monkey tasted better.
Luo Shuxin: “……”
When he was little, Luo Shuxin had hypoglycemia. Although he’d recovered, his mom still had the habit of putting candy in his bag for him. Jiang Jian didn’t know that—he just knew that whenever he wanted something sweet, he could reach into Luo Shuxin’s pocket or desk and find some.
The milk candy went into his mouth, and Jiang Jian’s right cheek puffed out like a little hamster.
Just then, he heard voices coming from “Crown Princess’s” phone—one of them sounded like his, yelling for help.
“Teacher, what are you editing?” Jiang Jian asked curiously, shifting the candy to the other side of his mouth.
Dai Zifei glanced at him and turned the phone around to show him.
It was a collection of short videos she’d filmed that morning—Class One walking in formation for the performance, students helping each other pin on number tags, and some candid shots of them joking around.
The clip she played was filmed in the classroom. Jiang Jian was wearing a Pikachu costume, bulky and slow-moving, pinned against the wall by Shao Xing. With Shao Xing leading, the boys in class all went wild and joined in.
Jiang Jian was nearly squashed flat, reaching through the crowd toward the calm, onlooking Luo Shuxin for help.
Jiang Jian: “……”
Jiang Jian: “When did you film that?”
Dai Zifei took her phone back. “Just happened to pass by.”
Luo Shuxin: “Teacher, could you send me a copy?”
Jiang Jian: ?
What do you want that for?
Dai Zifei: “Sure. Do you want the one with background music or the original?”
Luo Shuxin: “The original.”
Dai Zifei sent it to him on WeChat. Immediately, the phone in Luo Shuxin’s pocket vibrated.
Jiang Jian: “……”
Luo Shuxin calmly took out his phone to receive the file.
Li Zhao laughed from the side. “I knew none of you students are innocent!”
“Crown Princess” shook her head and scolded Jiang Jian. “I shouldn’t have seated Luo next to you. You’ve completely corrupted a good student!”
Jiang Jian: “?”
Jiang Jian: “I’m not the one who brought a phone, am I?”
Dai Zifei: “Hey Siri!”
Both Jiang Jian’s and Luo Shuxin’s phones responded at the same time.
Jiang Jian: “……”
Jiangshui No. 1 High doesn’t allow students to bring phones to school, but since it was Sports Day, Dai Zifei didn’t make a big deal out of it—she just warned them not to bring phones during regular classes.
The school doctor finally finished his call and brought the medicine back.
After leaving the infirmary, Luo Shuxin and Jiang Jian realized they hadn’t eaten lunch yet. They planned to grab something from the campus store, but before they got there, they ran into the class’s life committee member.
His name was Chen Yan, and he had come specifically to find Jiang Jian.
“Lots of people in our class have events this afternoon. Logistics has to be handled properly. Where did you go? I’ve been looking for you forever!”
He started with accusations, then casually glanced at Luo Shuxin—only to find Luo Shuxin’s expression not very pleasant.
And that displeasure was clearly directed at him.
Chen Yan: “……”
Avoiding Luo Shuxin’s gaze, Chen Yan grumbled inwardly. Jiang Jian was the class monitor—when they needed him, he couldn’t be found. And now they were acting like they were in the right?
Jiang Jian hadn’t signed up for many events this Sports Day. He’d been enthusiastic, but when the registration form reached Dai Zifei, she crossed out all his events.
The reason: he’d fractured his foot before and then sprained it again. Even though it was just Sports Day, she wanted him to rest. Better not risk another sprain and turn it into a recurring injury.
So despite his reluctance, Jiang Jian was forcibly assigned to the logistics team. It let him rest while still contributing as class monitor.
He thought Chen Yan had been searching for him over something urgent. But when they arrived, he found out the logistics team had bought several boxes of water and needed them carried from the store to the field.
Jiang Jian: “…With the time you spent looking for me, you could’ve found a few classmates and moved all of this already!”
Chen Yan: “Are you the class monitor or am I? As the monitor, you don’t do the work yourself and expect me to order people around?”
Jiang Jian: “……”
Was that what I meant?
When conversation doesn’t flow, better not talk at all.
Jiang Jian and Chen Yan weren’t close to begin with. Their usual interactions were limited to basic greetings as classmates. Now he felt even more that they had nothing to say to each other.
With Luo Shuxin helping, the three of them made one trip and moved all the water to the field.
Afterward, Luo Shuxin and Jiang Jian returned to the store to buy some bread and snacks to fill their stomachs.
Jiang Jian complained to Luo Shuxin, wondering whether Chen Yan really didn’t know how to be flexible or just had something against him.
Luo Shuxin said calmly, “Maybe he has something against me and you got dragged into it.”
Jiang Jian blinked in confusion. “Huh? You two have history?”
“No,” Luo Shuxin said. “I can just feel it.”
Hatred and liking are the same—neither can be hidden.
You don’t need to say anything. It spills out of your eyes on its own.
Jiang Jian patted Luo Shuxin. He never cared much whether others liked him or not. If Chen Yan didn’t like Luo Shuxin, well, he didn’t like Chen Yan either.
Fair enough.
His brother was great—anyone who didn’t appreciate him just lacked taste.
Luo Shuxin was even more indifferent than Jiang Jian. Even if the entire class disliked him, it wouldn’t stop him from doing what he wanted.
While biting into bread, Luo Shuxin chatted with someone on his phone.
Jiang Jian: “Who are you talking to? Shao Xing?”
Luo Shuxin tilted the phone so Jiang Jian could see.
It was Luo Yue.
She said she had arrived at the sports field and asked where they were.
Jiang Jian: “Wait, parents are allowed into our school for Sports Day?”
