"You don't have to do anything these next two days, just wait to run errands," Chen Hang said with a pout, his hands behind his head.
Shen Moyu chuckled and shook his head: "I think the teacher probably won't let the top student go." After saying that, he looked at Su Jinning with a hint of sarcasm.
"..." Su Jinning pouted, turned her head and rolled her eyes.
"Su Jinning! Come here and take these to Teacher Han An!" Jin Shuoshuo suddenly appeared at the classroom door, carrying a large stack of documents.
Su Jinning was stunned for a moment, until Chen Hang started laughing loudly and then she realized what was happening. He looked at Shen Moyu with a friendly expression: "From now on, I won't call you a top student anymore, I'll call you a great prophet."
Shen Moyu curled the corners of his mouth smugly.
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The stack of documents was quite heavy. Judging from the exercises and markings on the papers, they were probably draft questions for the next midterm exam. Zhengde No.1 Middle School has always been a very efficient school; a month before the midterm exam, the teachers had already started preparing the questions. Perhaps because this midterm exam is related to class placement, the teachers are taking it very seriously, and they've been busy drafting questions these past few days.
Su Jinning sighed. With Shen Moyu's grades after the midterm exams, she was certain he'd get into Class A. This meant that in just one month, they would go their separate ways, each assigned to one of the two classes at the end of the corridor.
The corridor is so long, Shen Moyu probably wouldn't waste time walking all the way to his classroom door to find him.
After this midterm exam, they probably won't see each other much anymore.
Two people who are far apart will eventually drift apart over time.
Thinking about these things was giving her a headache. Su Jinning shook her chaotic mind and walked towards Han An's office.
Fortunately, Han An's office was on the fourth floor, not far, and he arrived in three minutes. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard a chaotic sound coming from inside.
First came a sound, like something hitting the door, not loud, but accompanied by a muffled groan.
His hand, which was knocking on the door, suddenly stopped.
"Why are you doing this? You're just a student." The person who slammed into the door spoke softly, as if begging for mercy.
Su Jinning's pupils suddenly dilated; he recognized it—it was the voice of his Chinese teacher, Han An.
Accompanied by somewhat indistinct but mixed sounds of kissing, an even deeper voice reached Su Jinning's ears: "Just a student? Just because you're a student doesn't mean you can hug me like that?"
That's... Song Chengnan's voice?!
Su Jinning felt as if she had been electrocuted; her legs went weak and she leaned back, the documents in her hands slipping to the ground.
However, he should be thankful that the noise didn't disturb the two people inside who were having a heated argument.
"No...that's not what I meant." Han An hooked his arm around Song Chengnan's neck and smiled ingratiatingly.
Song Chengnan wasn't buying it. He gripped Han An's slender waist tightly with both hands, a dangerous smile playing on his lips.
"Ah..." Han An was caught off guard by the sudden pinch on his sensitive area, and his hands, which were hooked around Song Chengnan's, tightened naturally. Their rosy cheeks drew closer together, and he said softly, "This is an office. What if someone comes in..."
With his eyes glazed over, Han An was even more alluring. Taking advantage of the moment, Song Chengnan kissed him again, silencing his words and fiercely kissing his lips.
The sounds of kisses washed over Su Jinning like a tidal wave. He stood frozen, his legs feeling as if they were entwined by invisible vines, winding all the way to his heart.
Tightly contracted.
Han An and Song Chengnan, their gentle Chinese teacher and their always serious physical education teacher.
They're secretly in love.
He is... gay.
He frantically picked up the documents that had fallen to the ground, the order of the papers was out of order, and his mind and thoughts were in complete chaos.
The document wasn't sent out, but Su Jinning's soul almost left his body. He held the document in one arm and wiped the sweat from his face haphazardly with the other.
It shouldn't be surprising, really.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that many things are hinting at the fact that the relationship between the two teachers he has always respected is not so ordinary.
When Han An sprained his ankle, he and Song Chengnan came out of the gym together. During a gym class run, he passed by the school building and saw them sitting together chatting and laughing. Later, when he went to the gym with Shen Moyu to get takeout, he opened the door to find Han An lying on Song Chengnan's sofa.
And just now, after I hugged Han An, Song Chengnan's piercing gaze was directed at me.
He kept running downstairs, bumping into many people along the way, but he didn't apologize or even look back.
He only looked at the person he had bumped into, as if snapping out of his daze, after being pulled back to his feet.
Shen Moyu looked at Su Jinning, who seemed startled, with suspicion: "What's wrong? Why are you acting so crazy?" His gaze slid down Su Jinning's pale face until he saw the large document in her hand that hadn't been sent out yet. He asked, as if guessing, "What's wrong? Can't find Teacher Han's office?"
Su Jinning didn't speak, staring blankly at Shen Moyu in front of her, her expression unreadable, but it made Shen Moyu feel flustered for a moment.
"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you saying anything?" Shen Moyu noticed something was wrong with him, grabbed his arm, and asked with a frown.
Su Jinning abruptly looked away, taking a step back as if to escape, her voice weak: "I'm fine... I was just about to deliver it."
Shen Moyu noticed his unease and evasiveness, took a step forward, grabbed Su Jinning's wrist, and asked seriously, "What's wrong with you? Why are you acting so strangely?"
The warmth of Shen Moyu's palm pressed against Su Jinning's icy wrist, and his pupils suddenly darkened.
"I said I didn't!" Su Jinning forcefully shook off Shen Moyu and shouted sharply.
Shen Moyu didn't even have time to react before he crashed against the wall behind him without any support. The impact on his back was so strong that a thud slammed into his chest.
"Damn it! You motherfucker!" Shen Moyu was furious. She was just concerned about him, but she was wrong? Even if someone dumped him, they shouldn't use her as a punching bag.
His anger gradually clenched into a fist, and Shen Moyu, unable to contain his rage, threw a punch.
Su Jinning didn't dodge; she simply closed her eyes and tilted her head.
Shen Moyu was startled, and the fist that was about to slam into Su Jinning's face stopped abruptly. A gust of wind blew Su Jinning's bangs, but the fist did not come down.
Su Jinning opened her eyes, only to see Shen Moyu retract his fist and turn away angrily.
He had gone so far as to offend Shen Moyu, yet Shen Moyu hadn't hit him?
He turned and grabbed Shen Moyu's arm, the words of apology lingering on his lips: "I, I just now..."
Time seemed to pause for a moment after he spoke.
“I know there might be something you can’t tell me.” Shen Moyu turned around, her tone unexpectedly gentle, and softly interrupted him. He sighed and continued, “I also know you didn’t mean it. Tell me whenever you want to.”
Su Jinning looked over and saw that Shen Moyu's tone carried a hint of helplessness. His brows were furrowed with gentle sorrow, as if he were worried about her, without any anger.
But the more Shen Moyu tried to comfort himself, the more he blamed himself for his recklessness.