CH 31

Why was Zhou Sisi’s deskmate a boy?

How could Zhou Sisi’s tablemate be a boy?

Lu Xi had been entangled in this situation throughout the morning session, and the more he thought about it, the more unpleasant it became. With a mouth full of milk-flavored steamed bun, he jumped up from his seat.

“What are you doing?” Pan De asked as he looked up from his breakfast.

Lu Xi didn’t have time to answer, and strode out of the classroom.

“I was just looking for you, Ah Yi,” Huang Zhou, who rushed to the corridor of senior (1) class said and continued, “don’t you have a good heart…? Come on, where are you going?”

Lu Xi stopped impatiently in his tracks as he replied, “Do you have anything to do with me?”

“Can’t I find you if I have nothing to do… Anyways, I do have something with you! I forgot to ask the other day, what’s the matter with you, brother?”

“Are you really in a relationship? That too, on full base…”

“No.” Lu Xi frowned with irritability. “I have something to do, so I’ll go first.”

Huang Zhou, who was behind, raised his hand and grabbed the air. “Where are you going?”

“…This ‘no’ answer means that you are not in a relationship?”

Lu Xi had already turned into the corridor like a wind.

“You want to talk to me about the seating arrangement?” Wu Lan put down her red pen, a bit narrowly as she continued, “Are you sure you didn’t find the wrong person or entered the wrong office?”

Lu Xi asked rhetorically, “Are you the head teacher of the third grade (1) class?”

“Yes, yes.” Wu Lan nodded in affirmation.

Lu Xi: “Then there is no mistake.”

Wu Lan’s face showed some surprise. “What do you want to tell me?”

“Boys and girls shouldn’t be at the same table,” Lu Xi said sternly and added, “It’s not good.”

Wu Lan: “What do you mean?”

She meant to ask the boy to give an example of what was this “bad”.

Lu Xi’s understanding of this ambiguous statement stemmed from the example of, “Zhou Sisi should not be at the same table with boys.”

“As for the seating arrangement, I consider the personality and academic performance of the two classmates, hoping that the two at the same table will learn from each other and complement each other’s strengths,” Wu Lan explained.

The phenomenon of boys and girls sitting at the same table was not rare in many classes of Huali Three Middle School. The school higher-ups hoped that students could become a well-rounded pillar of development, including the ability to communicate with the opposite sex normally, so naturally they would not be prohibited from sitting at the same table.

Lu Xi said firmly: “This is not appropriate.”

“Zhou Sisi is so good-looking, male students are prone to have feelings for her beyond those of their classmates, and in case of a week, no, in short, this will affect the studies of the two.”

“……”

It was not that Wu Lan didn’t think of this level before, but she hoped that the two would complement each other and improve their grades, and believed that they would not fall in love early.

Right now listening to what this boy – Lu Xi – said…

Wu Lan remembered that Zhou Sisi had said that Lu Xi was her younger brother. It was very likely that Lu Xi, the younger brother, expressed the thoughts of Zhou Sisi’s family.

“I see, I’ll deal with their seats as soon as possible.”

Since Zhou Sisi’s family didn’t want her to sit at the table with the boys, it would be arranged.

Lu Xi, who was happy to get a positive reply by mistake, was confused for a while: So fast? So easy?

He had prepared a belly full of words to convince the teacher on the way.

At around twelve noon, Yi Ting, who had eaten lunch, went to 418 to find Zhou Sisi.

“My mother brought a lot of dishes, it’s a pity you don’t come to eat together.” Yi Ting picked up red cherries. “Very fresh, here’s one, ah-“

Zhou Sisi: “Well, thank you.”

Yi Ting blinked and replied, “Sweet? Eh, this morning Qi Minhuo bumped into a thing, guess what…”

“Why are all the messes coming in?” Pan Yijin’s complaint came in as she pushed the door.

Upon hearing this, Yi Ting could not bear it, she slammed the fruit box on the table and uttered, “What do you mean by ‘messy’? This student, you think this dormitory is your home?”

“You… this is my dormitory, not yours.” Pan Yijin didn’t expect to find Yi Ting by Zhou Sisi. She recently got involved with the small bar owner of Tieba, and it was said that her parents were officials and her family was quite rich.

“Did you live alone in the dormitory?” Yi Ting followed up with interest. “Is there a rule that students are not allowed to enter other students’ dormitories during non-break hours? Oh, you made that up? Are you the principal?”

In contrast, Pan Yijin turned much weaker. “I… I didn’t say you weren’t allowed to enter the dormitory.”

“What’s with the principal? Sister Jin’s father is bigger than the principal!” Dog-legged Li Jia jumped out to help as usual.

“Oh? Pan Yijin’s father is bigger than the principal?” Yi Ting did not go away and pretended to be puzzled.

Li Jia did not receive Pan Yijin’s desperate wink to stop her. “Of course, Sister Jin’s father is the deputy director of the X Education Bureau.”

“Deputy director of X Education Bureau? Pan Yijin’s father?” Yi Ting burst out laughing. “Hahaha, why didn’t I know my uncle had such a fat daughter?”

“How is your uncle… sister Jin’s father…” Li Jia looked at Pan Yijin blankly.

The pale Pan Yijin did not forget to take the time to gouge her out.

“…”

“…”

The lie of vanity was like a bubble, pierced by a needle in the sunlight.

Even Wang Yongmei was embarrassed for the two of them.

After laughing enough Yi Ting continued to Zhou Sisi about the topic she was interrupted earlier, “This morning Qi Minhuo went to the office and bumped into little schoolboy Lu Xi looking for Sister Lan.”

“Huh?” Zhou Sisi was surprised.

“Yes, you heard that right,” Yi Ting said.

Li Jia, whose head was probably much shallower than ordinary people, said, “What’s the point of bumping into Lu Xi, Sister Jin is still with Lu–”

Pan Yijin quickly covered her mouth, blocking the second half of her words.

Li Jia: “Uh-huh…?” Why not let me say it?

“School grass and sister Lan are talking about seats,” Yi Ting lowered her voice and explained to Zhou Sisi.

Because she wasn’t sure if Sisi wanted her relationship with the little school grass to be known to the two witches in class (2).

“He said that boys and girls should not be at the same table, and he specifically mentioned you.”

“?” Zhou Sisi understood the words, but didn’t quite understand why Lu Xi did such a strange thing.

Yi Ting rubbed her chin. “Running all the way to the senior office to find the teacher, does he have nothing to do?”

“This matter deserves deep thought, he can’t do this for no reason.”

“Is your little bamboo horse treating you…”

Dang dang dang dang.

Yi Ting: “Eh? So soon it’s nap time?”

Zhou Sisi: “You go back first.”

Yi Ting: “OK, I’ll talk to you in afternoon class. Bye-bye.”

Zhou Sisi: “You left your fruit box behind.”

Yi Ting: “It was specially brought for you to eat.”

After two days, the senior class (1) changed seats once a month.

Most of the classmates’ seats remain unchanged, except Zhou Sisi.

Zhou Sisi’s table was changed from Guo Qin to a girl whose math score was not inferior to his by a few points.

After the remedial English class that week, Zhou Sisi asked the question while packing her materials, “Let me ask you a question.”

“Ask.” Lu Xi yawned lazily.

Zhou Sisi put on her canvas bag. “Why are you discussing seats with Teacher Wu?”

“What?” Lu Xi looked away from the bookshelf.

“Didn’t you look for my homeroom teacher Wu, a few days ago? Why do you want to talk about the seat?”

“……”

Little by little, a silence descended the space around the two.

Zhou Sisi raised her long eyelashes, her glowing black eyes looking at the teenager who was spinning a pen between his fingers.

Clack.

The pen skewed, spun out of the air and fell to the ground.

The dormant feelings in his chest surged in response, almost rushing out of the crumbling gate.

Lu Xi didn’t care about the pen at his feet, his Adam’s apple slid up and down twice, “Because I…”

Gritting his teeth, he had his heart crossed as he uttered with broken words, “I… hi…”

“Lu Xi!” He abruptly touched upon a certain possible scenario for Zhou Sisi. “Let’s not prepare any make-up classes for this month.”