Chapter 92 — Perhaps It Really Was Too Much
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Earlier, Gu Mengyao had vented her irritation with Shen Yushu by taking it out on Wei Zhao's exam paper. At the time it had felt perfectly justified, but when Shen Yushu read the scores aloud, Gu Mengyao began to regret it, feeling she had gone a bit too far. She had even prepared herself for Wei Zhao to confront her on the way home after school, and she had steeled herself for the worst—at most, she would just apologize to him.
Yet from the moment Wei Zhao got into the car, he had not mentioned the scores at all, nor said a single word. Just as usual, he sat there quietly.
With Wei Zhao staying silent, Gu Mengyao found herself unable to sit still. Why isn't he reacting? Could he really be angry? At that thought, a trace of grievance rose in her. I was all ready to apologize to you, and now you're putting on airs?
"Hey—how can a grown man be so petty?" Gu Mengyao finally could not hold back, and gave a little huff.
Wei Zhao was just wondering when he should deliver the traditional Chinese medicine in his hand to Yang Huaijun, and Gu Mengyao's sudden remark gave him a start. He turned around, somewhat baffled. "Are... you talking to me?"
"Of course. Is there any other man in this car besides you?" Gu Mengyao said, displeased.
"Uh..." Wei Zhao cast a sweat-beaded glance at Qing Bo, who was driving beside them... and thought to himself, Qing Bo, old fellow, how tragic you are—this is the second time the young miss has had you made into a eunuch.
"Ahem... ahem..." Qing Bo, feeling quite unnerved under Wei Zhao's gaze, gave a helpless cough.
"Uh..." Gu Mengyao also realized she had been too rash—she had, once again, sent Qing Bo to the palace. She hastened to explain, "Qing Bo is the driver. He doesn't count. I meant you."
So a driver doesn't count as a man? Wei Zhao sweated even harder. What kind of logic is that? But seeing that Qing Bo said nothing, Wei Zhao naturally would not bring it up either. "How... how am I being petty?"
"Today I graded your paper. Are you angry about that?" Seeing Wei Zhao ask the obvious, Gu Mengyao shot him a resentful glare.
"Graded my paper? Why would I be angry?" Wei Zhao was somewhat at a loss. "Shen Yushu was the one who handed out the papers."
Shen Yushu, standing to the side, saw things more clearly as a bystander. She could tell that Wei Zhao truly did not seem to know what Gu Mengyao was talking about, so, stifling a laugh, she explained, "Arrow-brand Bro, Yaoyao means: she gave you a zero, so do you hold a grudge against her?"
"Oh?" Only then did Wei Zhao understand what Gu Mengyao was getting at. "That paper? It's fine. I threw it away ages ago."
Seeing Wei Zhao's utterly indifferent manner, Gu Mengyao was instantly annoyed. I go out of my way to apologize to him in good faith, and this is his attitude? If I'd known he wouldn't care at all, I wouldn't have bothered with him. Hmph.
Even if it was a zero, at least her own signature was on it. The other boys in class would have given anything for it, and he—well, he just threw it away.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the car turned rather chilly. Wei Zhao, who rarely spoke much anyway, was fine with it. But Gu Mengyao, who usually chattered away endlessly with Shen Yushu the moment she got into the car, was today wearing a sullen face, looking thoroughly displeased.
"Yaoyao, come on now, it's my fault today, all right? Don't be angry." Seeing the strange mood between Gu Mengyao and Wei Zhao, Shen Yushu—the chief culprit—carefully made her apologies to Gu Mengyao, taking her by the arm and shaking it back and forth.
"I'll deal with you tonight." At Shen Yushu's coaxing, Gu Mengyao naturally could not stay angry, though she still shot her a glare and thought: You're the one who can't stand a quiet world, always itching to stir up trouble.