Su Jinning didn't even look at her directly, and casually said, "You're welcome."
The scene of the girl getting out of Su Jinning's car was witnessed by students who happened to be on their way to school.
As if they had seen a mirage, they all exclaimed in surprise, huddled together whispering, and took photos with shining eyes.
Su Jinning looked back, but there was still no sign of Shen Moyu on the road.
He hesitated for a moment, but still chose to ride his motorcycle back the way he came.
As the sun rose above the horizon, the thin mist was pierced by the sunlight and dispersed on the horizon. Time passed by, and the number of vehicles and pedestrians coming and going increased accordingly.
"Waaah—"
The motorcycle stopped in front of him again.
The man, facing the golden sunlight of the early morning, took off his helmet and said, "Get on."
The car was pushed back by the unlucky Chen Hang who happened to be passing by, and Su Jinning carried the person back against her will.
The post on the No. 1 Middle School forum that read "School bully picks up a female student on the street and leaves the top student alone on the side of the street, seemingly arguing" is unknown to who made it up.
"You can even write this..." Su Jinning was no longer surprised, her lips twitched slightly, and then she replied to the poster using her main account.
Ning: [To clarify, he angered me first.]
He was amused by himself; wasn't this much more satisfying than using a secondary account to smear him?
Soon after, someone replied to his comment.
Basically, they all said that Shen Moyu should coax him, and that a husband should act like a husband.
Su Jinning was overjoyed, and suddenly felt that this might not be such a bad thing after all.
Before he could even finish enjoying himself, he suddenly received a private message notification.
Not a fish: Delete.
Su Jinning raised an eyebrow: I won't delete it.
Not a Fish: What are you playing?
Ning: Since the comments have already been made, who would delete them?
Shen Moyu's face darkened, while Su Jinning laughed hysterically.
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The school bell suddenly rang, but Shen Moyu still had three papers to finish. They were math homework, which happened to be Yan Sheng's subject. Now he was basically doomed, as Yan Sheng's mother was checking his homework!
"Tsk!" Watching the English teacher walk onto the podium, he felt utterly hopeless. Their English teacher, Jin Shuoshuo, had a very sharp eye. He thought he could make up homework during class? He was dreaming.
He suddenly noticed Su Jinning sitting in the second-to-last row. He was borrowing test papers everywhere, so it seemed he hadn't done his homework either.
"That makes sense," he suddenly realized. It's normal for students like this not to do their homework. Copying or borrowing homework every day is just a regular occurrence for them.
The teacher was working on the computer presentation slides when he inadvertently glanced at the boy sitting in front of Su Jinning.
His eyes suddenly dimmed, and he couldn't think of anything to say.
That's Gu Junxiao. He silently repeated to himself until Gu Junxiao turned his head and their eyes met, at which point he remembered to look away.
Besides the indescribable burning sensation on his cheeks, he also felt an unparalleled sense of unease and a discomfort he was unwilling to admit.
Jin Shuoshuo tossed her long hair, opened the test paper she had given yesterday, and called out, "Gu Junxiao, you can explain the first question."
"ah……"
Before he could react, Gu Junxiao was suddenly called by name. He trembled, and his voice cracked. He stiffly stood up, picked up the English test paper, and absentmindedly read the multiple-choice questions and answers.
Shen Moyu scratched his head in frustration, picked up the test paper and started looking at the questions, but he couldn't concentrate on reading a single word.
He began to regret that glance. If he hadn't looked at him and had pretended he didn't exist, perhaps he wouldn't have missed the class.
The somewhat awkward and tedious English class ended, followed by the sharp ringing of the dismissal bell.
Shen Moyu was startled. The school bell was always turned up to the loudest volume, and he couldn't remember how many times he had been startled like this. He instinctively covered his ears and then breathed a sigh of relief.
The sound of desks and chairs being moved, scraping against the floor, was more annoying than the school bell. Students gradually left the classroom, all sighing and complaining about how difficult today's problems were, how they couldn't understand the lesson, and how they got some questions wrong.
Shen Moyu shook his head, quickly took out his math homework, and started writing the problems at an even faster pace than he had in the morning.
However, even if he worked very fast, he could only finish one test paper in ten minutes. There were still three papers left to complete, and he was already imagining the shocked and angry expression on Yan Sheng's face when he saw that he hadn't done his homework.
He was a model student, but he didn't do his homework. This should be featured in the school newspaper, right? And then he became famous?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.
But when he looked down at the two exam papers, he sighed again.
Just then, a crumpled but perfectly round little ball of paper flew over and hit Shen Moyu's thumb.
It hurt a little. He turned to look at the culprit—Su Jinning.
Su Jinning gestured excitedly, prompting him to open the crumpled paper. Shen Moyu obediently did so, and upon opening it, he saw Su Jinning's neat and upright regular script, which stood there eye-catchingly and elegantly, pleasing to the eye.
The beautiful handwriting read: I know you haven't done your homework, hurry up and copy it, don't worry, I'm not kidding. (￣ー￣)
It even added some childish emoticons at the end.
Shen Moyu was stunned. He turned around and looked at Su Jinning again, only to see Su Jinning give an "OK" sign, pass the test paper over, and then lie down to sleep.
Shen Moyu took the test paper, stared at the somewhat familiar handwriting, and fell into deep thought.
copy.
I won't copy.
He stared hesitantly at the exam paper in his hand.
According to common sense, top students shouldn't copy homework, at least that's what he and his teacher think. But yesterday's accident was too sudden. He didn't do it on purpose. Blame the backpack for not having legs and not finding its owner.