Chapter 4

What did she think?
What kind of "what did she think"?
Her gaze met the girl's cheeks, flushed pink with excitement from the topic. Luo Zhuowei ignored the inappropriate voice in her head and smiled gently: "Yeah, he's really handsome."
Of course, a basketball court—a place full of freely flowing hormones—could easily give boys a halo of handsomeness.
But the feeling Chen Hang gave people two days ago really couldn't be counted as that simple, shallow suspension bridge effect.
Probably because of his naturally smiling lips, Chen Hang usually gave people a feeling of always smiling, with a kind of easygoing gentleness.
Plus, his temper was indeed quite good, which invisibly made him seem completely non-aggressive.
Without aggression, he seemed a bit genderless.
His upbringing was evident. The girls in Class 3 were all relaxed around Chen Hang. To put it a bit rudely, compared to other boys' rough and aggressive behavior, interacting with Chen Hang was no different from interacting with girls.
After all, in the eyes of opposite-sex peers during puberty, the handsome boys they favor are all flamboyant and full of aggressive beauty.
In every girl's endless dreams, what they crave is sharp possessiveness and ambiguous plunder.
But in that moment of interception, Chen Hang wasn't smiling.
Even those naturally slightly upturned beautiful corners of his mouth, under his serious expression, showed a bit of indifference to the result, almost cold.
This contrast couldn't help but make one's heart race.
"So, Zhuowei, you also think he's quite handsome, right?"
"...Yeah."
It's just that Luo Zhuowei was too beautiful, so when she said this, the girls didn't notice that her words actually sounded a bit ambiguous.
They just took it as politeness toward a classmate: "But no matter who we ask, Zhuowei, you'd definitely just say they're handsome."
Luo Zhuowei didn't deny it, coming back to her senses slightly from her thoughts.
The discussion among the girls sitting nearby continued, but the topic had shifted to Lin Haoyuan from Class 7.
It turned out Chen Hang had returned from outside the classroom.
So the girls were too embarrassed to continue discussing in front of the person in question.
Luo Zhuowei watched Chen Hang sit back in his seat. He had probably just returned from the convenience store, holding a can of cola in his left hand, the can still emitting cold air.
The scattered test papers and two homework books on Chen Hang's desk were casually pushed aside. Then he placed that can of cola on the desk. His slender fingers gently rested on the rim of the can, his index finger hooked the pull tab. When he applied slight force, the distinct bone structure revealed a certain subtle sensuality.
A small circle of water stains spread on the desk. With a pop, cold air rushed out from that small opening. And that metallic pull tab, precisely because it was on those fingers, didn't seem so cheap in that moment.
...Opening a can one-handed.
Luo Zhuowei knew she was watching a bit too much.
She told herself in her heart not to look anymore, but for some reason, her gaze couldn't leave it.
Boys really are creatures so obtuse it's infuriating. Luo Zhuowei forced herself to move her gaze back to the open book on her desk.
They... no, he.
He definitely didn't know he was occasionally being observed like this, didn't know that sometimes his casual, careless actions were so attention-grabbing. Just like that, unknowingly.
It was precisely these insignificant, even unworthy-of-attention small actions that easily ignited something.
Going crazy...
Why did she have to notice these things?
But the girls' conversation from just now inappropriately appeared in her mind: What do you think?
What did she think...?
Two days ago.
Chen Hang's earrings were still in her hand, so when the game ended, he naturally walked in her direction.
This spectator area didn't have a sun umbrella, so only Luo Zhuowei was sitting there. The only things keeping her company were Chen Hang's bag and his jacket.
So only she saw the overheated boy shake his wet hair like a big dog, carelessly lift the hem of his jersey to wipe sweat, unconsciously revealing the beautifully shaped abs on his abdomen.
Sweat rolled down the lines, disappearing into the waistband of his pants. That flowing motion, for some reason, seemed lewd, as if a wet tongue were licking inch by inch.
Luo Zhuowei realized: She had glimpsed Chen Hang's danger, something even he himself hadn't yet noticed.
Luo Zhuowei first noticed Chen Hang not long after starting first year.
The fitted custom school uniforms hadn't been issued yet, so everyone was wearing casual clothes.
Among all the various casual clothes, fashionable or plain, Chen Hang's casual clothes seemed slightly out of place.
Not because his clothes were particularly fashionable or tacky, but because... they looked too expensive.
Although it was just a white t-shirt and ripped, washed jeans with sneakers—a common outfit—Luo Zhuowei saw the logo printed on the chest.
Four digits starting, and the first digit was no less than five.
Plus, Chen Hang's hair wasn't that long back then, so you could clearly see the flashy dangling earrings in his ear cartilage, a thin silver chain connecting to the earring on his earlobe: two small reverse semicircles made of tiny water diamonds.
...A living rich kid.
Luo Zhuowei silently evaluated in her heart, casually categorizing Chen Hang into the "better not approach" range: Because she was beautiful, she had had enough since childhood of those rich kids' frivolous or genuine flirting and declarations of love.
Speaking of which, were earrings like that really okay?