Chapter 21 — The Failed Show of Force
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"N-no... nothing..." Zhang Naipao's face flushed red with pain, and he gritted his teeth against the numbness in his foot and shook his head. Naturally he would not tell the teacher what Wei Zhao had done—that would be far too humiliating.
Zhong Yongliang was too far away to make out what had passed between Zhang Naipao and Wei Zhao, but when he saw that Wei Zhao was fine while Zhang Naipao was hollering over there, he shot Zhang Naipao a look of reproach.
Zhang Naipao could not voice his grievance and could only glare in silence, resolving that he would get even the moment class let out. He couldn't tell whether Wei Zhao had done it on purpose or not, because Wei Zhao had never once looked down at his feet as he walked, and judging by his apologetic manner just now, he really did seem to have been unaware. This left Zhang Naipao thoroughly vexed.
The seat Wei Zhao had been given was not far from Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu—one glance up and he could see them both. All in all, it was a good spot; he could keep an eye on the two of them at any time. His chief duty, after all, was to look after Gu Mengyao. He was being paid for it, after all.
Wei Zhao opened his schoolbag and took out his physics textbook. The first class of the day was physics—he had already checked the schedule to confirm it.
"Wei Zhao is joining us for his first day today, and I hope everyone will look out for the new student. Also, I don't want to see anyone bullying a newcomer. We're in our final year of high school now, and I'd hate for anyone to miss out on a diploma because of it." Teacher Liu still felt the need to give Zhong Yongliang, Zhang Naipao, and the rest a warning. Zhong Yongliang especially—that one was capable of anything, and was known as one of the four great terrors of the campus; bullying classmates was practically his daily bread.
Zhong Yongliang, of course, let the words go in one ear and out the other.
Wei Zhao was leafing through his book when a small paper ball suddenly landed on his desk. He started. Surely Zhang Naipao wasn't so petty as to throw paper balls at him after getting stepped on? What was this, kindergarten?
Wei Zhao looked up and found Shen Yushu watching him with a smile. A chill ran through him. This paper ball couldn't have come from that girl, could it?
Shen Yushu pointed at the paper ball on Wei Zhao's desk, then turned back around. Wei Zhao blinked, looked at the note on the desk, then at Shen Yushu's back, and thought: could this be the legendary note-passing?
Ah, if only it were some pretty, gentle girl passing him a note. Shen Yushu only laid claim to one of those qualities: pretty, she had that much; gentle, there was simply no talking about it.
Wei Zhao unhurriedly unfolded the note. It had never even crossed his mind that Shen Yushu might write him something like a love letter; it had to be about something else. And sure enough, once he had it open, he saw a single line of fine, delicate little characters. Had Wei Zhao not known Shen Yushu's temperament so well, he would surely have taken her for a proper young lady.
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