Chapter 5

Although Nan High wasn't strict about this, wasn't what was on his ear a bit too much?
He himself also looked a bit at a loss, probably not expecting that in a public high school, this kind of thing would easily be discussed in whispers.
Seeing him frown slightly, Luo Zhuowei thought the young master who had lived a pampered life would be angry about this. But unexpectedly, Chen Hang just scratched his hair a bit troubled and pretended not to hear those discussions that were actually quite loud.
Then the next day, Luo Zhuowei discovered Chen Hang had changed his casual clothes to a full set of streetwear.
Although compared to yesterday, this outfit was indeed much cheaper. But...
Luo Zhuowei couldn't help but smile a bit. She covered most of her face with a book, secretly glanced at the boy's ear cartilage where the earrings were clearly much more low-key than yesterday, and pressed down her lips that wanted to curl up.
Before the school uniforms were issued, this was probably the cheapest outfit in his wardrobe, right?
#7
She really started paying attention to Chen Hang because of an accident.
On Valentine's Day, when Luo Zhuowei was expressionlessly dealing with the chocolates boys had forced on her, she was discovered by Chen Hang, who happened to be dumping duty trash at the garbage collection area behind the school building.
Probably because the usually polite, soft-spoken, gentle highland flower's cold side was truly shocking, the boy's emptied trash bin clattered to the ground.
Combined with his expression of disbelief turning to confusion.
Luo Zhuowei had actually thought about covering it up in that moment, but this scene was really impossible to hide or gloss over: She was still holding beautifully wrapped gift boxes, and the trash bin in front of her was scattered with chocolates whose packaging hadn't even been opened. The ground was also scattered with many cards and notes that had originally been tucked into ribbons.
A few had fallen in front of Chen Hang.
"..."
This tense standoff lasted for a moment. Chen Hang was the first to avert his gaze.
His expression was somewhat complex. Probably finally coming back to his senses from the shock of "the gentle campus goddess actually looks down on the boys who like her in private," he bent down, trying to pick up the piece of paper closest to him.
Noticing his movement, Luo Zhuowei's soft brown pupils trembled slightly.
She had never used her gentle, beautiful voice to make such a sharp, embarrassed sound: "Don't pick it up!"
It was too late.
Chen Hang picked up that note. The afternoon sunlight was enough for him to see what was written on it:
Accept this and have sex with me!
"...!"
What kind of vulgar, shameless obscenity was this?
He frowned, about to say something, when the note in his hand was snatched away by Luo Zhuowei, who had walked over. The webbing between his thumb and index finger was scratched by Luo Zhuowei's forceful action, leaving a small blood mark. Chen Hang didn't say anything, glanced at that blood mark, then raised his eyes to look at her.
What met his gaze was Luo Zhuowei's teary eyes and face flushed red with embarrassment and anger.
Many notes and cards were still scattered at her feet, all written with this kind of frivolous, filthy language.
Luo Zhuowei glanced at Chen Hang, who had been rendered speechless by that note, then lowered her eyes and silently continued dealing with those gifts with ulterior motives. Her tied-up long hair hung softly on her shoulders due to gravity, then slid behind her back with her movements.
Her appearance was originally pure beauty. At this moment, her long eyelashes still held tears from her earlier excitement and embarrassment, and she was stepping on such obscenities, looking especially pitiable.
"Um... If we leave them here, others might see them when they come."
After a while, Luo Zhuowei heard Chen Hang say this.
His tone and voice were both very soft, as if taking care of her feelings.
And unlike the hoarse, magnetic voices of ordinary boys, Chen Hang's voice was very clear, as if puberty hadn't left much change in him. It was a clean voice full of youthful vitality: "I'll help you throw these into the trash bin outside the school."
He didn't even use the word "accompany."
#8
In that case, it was normal to pay attention, right?
But what was the extent of this attention?
How should she measure it, and where should she place this unspoken attention, and this indescribable feeling?
Chen Hang was always very polite and gentle to her, occasionally making harmless little jokes. But Chen Hang seemed to treat all classmates, male or female, with this same attitude.
He would always be easily distinguished from others at such times: His gentleness and politeness toward her were because of his upbringing, because of his own integrity and kindness, not because he had other thoughts about her.
But clearly, to her, he was special.
How special?
Special enough that if it were his hands, Luo Zhuowei wouldn't feel disgusted or nauseated.
If it were those beautiful, slender hands... Whether forcefully pulling her, or caressing her face, or pressing on her lips, or using those fingers to explore some special places.
She also really wanted to touch him.
Every time Chen Hang sleepily scratched his soft, fluffy hair, Luo Zhuowei, sitting behind him, would really want to reach out and stroke that hair as soft as a small animal's fur.
And two days ago, when Chen Hang tucked the longer hair behind his ear and lowered his eyes to put the earrings back on, it made her inexplicably have a strange thought: She wanted to help him put them on.
Not just smiling and carefully keeping those expensive-looking earrings safe for him.
If it were Chen Hang, if he were like those other boys who approached her, saying he liked her with blind confidence?
...Luo Zhuowei found she might not be able to say no.
"This can't be..."
Shaken by her own thoughts, Luo Zhuowei somewhat flusteredly straightened up. Her other hand that wasn't holding the pen covered her face. The heat from her flushed cheeks transmitted to her nerve endings through her fingers.