Class 7, Grade 10
The ballpoint pen in Lin Wanwan's hand frantically drew circles on the scratch paper.
The ink blurred into a large mess of black lines, just like her current chaotic mood.
Just during the last break, she received confirmed intelligence: Pei Ningxue had transferred classes.
And she transferred to Class 1, Grade 10.
That Class 1, which had Chen Zhi, and that Li Zhiyi.
This is too much...
Lin Wanwan slammed her pen on the desk, her cheeks puffing out.
She originally thought it would be enough to just guard against Li Zhiyi, Childhood Sweetheart Number Two, but now an unexpected rival like Pei Ningxue had dropped out of nowhere.
These two were now guarding Chen Zhi like his left and right protectors.
And what about her?
Isolated in Class 7 on the second floor, like a concubine banished to the cold palace, she could only watch helplessly as they spent day and night together on the fifth floor.
The three years of high school had just begun.
If this continued, by the time the college entrance exams were over, they might even have kids old enough to run errands.
The more Lin Wanwan thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. She sprawled across her desk, exuding the aura of a resentful wife.
Wanwan...
A male voice came from above her head.
Wang Hao, the monitor of Class 7, stood in the aisle holding a bottle of milk tea, wearing what he thought was a warm and healing smile.
He had been observing Lin Wanwan for an entire class period.
The goddess was in a bad mood, which was the perfect time to take advantage of her vulnerability... oh wait, to send her some warmth.
Lin Wanwan didn't move; she just turned her face the other way, pointing the back of her head at him.
Wang Hao didn't give up. He offered the milk tea forward: I see you don't look so good, is it low blood sugar? I just ran to the tuck shop to buy this...
Lin Wanwan slowly raised her head.
Those eyes that were usually curved in a smile were now exceptionally cold.
She glanced at the milk tea, then at Wang Hao, and her brows instantly furrowed together.
Get lost.
The smile on Wang Hao's face froze. His hand holding the milk tea stopped in mid-air, caught in a dilemma.
No, Wanwan, I just saw you...
Also.
Lin Wanwan interrupted him, her voice crisp, Don't call me Wanwan, it's disgusting. Are we that close?
A few boys around them let out a low chuckle.
Wang Hao blushed red to his ears and retreated in defeat with his milk tea.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Her deskmate, Chen Xinyu, shook her head and sighed while munching on sunflower seeds. The falling flowers yearn for love, but the heartless brook babbles on. This Great Class Monitor Wang really can't think straight, insisting on throwing himself at the muzzle of your gun.
Lin Wanwan slumped back onto her desk like a deflated ball.
So annoying.
What? Worried again that your childhood sweetheart will be abducted by the demons on the fifth floor?
As Lin Wanwan's best friend, Chen Xinyu naturally knew what was troubling her.
She clapped the sunflower seed shells off her hands, leaned in, and whispered, I have to say, what are you afraid of? You are the official main wife, you and Chen Zhi have been together since the maternity ward.
You don't understand.
Lin Wanwan sighed, her voice muffled. The pavilion closest to the water enjoys the moonlight first. Pei Ningxue is so pretty and a rich young lady. Li Zhiyi is the soft and sweet type that makes people want to protect her. I'm in Class 7, it's beyond my reach.
Chen Xinyu stroked her chin thoughtfully.
As a veteran bookworm who had read countless romance novels, she felt obligated to save her best friend's love life.
Wanwan, I think your line of thinking is wrong.
Chen Xinyu pushed up non-existent glasses on her nose, putting on the air of a love expert.
Lin Wanwan lifted one eyelid. What do you mean?
Your current positioning is too one-dimensional.
Chen Xinyu held up a finger. Being childhood sweethearts is good, but being too familiar means there's no novelty. Think about it, when Chen Zhi looks at you, it's like his left hand touching his right hand. How could there be any heart-fluttering feelings?
Lin Wanwan blinked, feeling that this made some sense.
Then what should I do?
You have to learn to adapt!
Chen Xinyu pulled out a colorful novel from her desk drawer, The Domineering School Prince's Fragile Little Wife, and said mysteriously, Based on my years of experience studying masterpieces, guys, no matter how smart they are, deep down they all fall for the green tea routine.
Green tea? Lin Wanwan frowned.
Exactly! The kind who is so fragile she can't take care of herself, pants after taking two steps, falls down at the drop of a hat, and needs her brother to kiss, hug, and lift her high into the air!
Chen Xinyu grew more excited as she spoke. Think about it, although Li Zhiyi is soft, she's dull. Although Pei Ningxue is beautiful, she's cold. If you can show your fragile, helpless, and pitiful side at this time, you'll arouse Chen Zhi's protective instincts...
Lin Wanwan pictured that scene in her head and couldn't help but shiver.
Th-this is too fake, isn't it?
So what if it's fake? As long as it works!
Chen Xinyu poked her forehead, frustrated at her lack of ambition. As the saying goes, true love never lasts, only tricks win hearts. Do you want to win Chen Zhi back or not?
I do.
Then listen to me!
Chen Xinyu leaned into Lin Wanwan's ear and chattered away, passing on the ultimate skills she had learned from novels.
Lin Wanwan listened, completely stunned.
Will this... really work?
Don't worry! I guarantee it with my ten years of being single, it will definitely work!
Lin Wanwan bit her lip, the image of Chen Zhi and Pei Ningxue laughing and talking in Class 1 flashing through her mind.
I'll risk it!
...
The school dismissal bell rang.
The setting sun stretched the shadows of the school building very long.
The corridor outside Class 7 was weaving with a stream of people.
Chen Zhi, carrying a single-shoulder bag, leaned against the railing, boredly playing with his electric scooter keys.
Passing girls frequently cast sidelong glances at him.
Hello, Brother Zhi!
Waiting for someone, Brother Zhi?
Chen Zhi smiled and nodded in response, but his eyes remained fixed on the front door of Class 7.
Strange.
Usually, as soon as the bell rang, Lin Wanwan was absolutely the first to rush out, right into his arms.
Why is she so slow today?
Was she kept back by the teacher?
Chen Zhi checked his watch; ten minutes had already passed, and the students of Class 7 were mostly gone.
Just as he was about to go in and look for her.
A familiar figure finally appeared at the door.
Lin Wanwan, carrying her backpack, walked slowly with her head down, looking like a completely different person from usual.
Chen Zhi raised an eyebrow and stood up straight.
Why did you just come out?
He saw Lin Wanwan walk until she was about three meters away from him, then suddenly stop in her tracks.
She took a deep breath, as if she had made some major decision.
Then.
Under Chen Zhi's shocked gaze.
Lin Wanwan tripped her left foot over her right, her body swaying extremely unnaturally twice, and then, in a pose like a slow-motion replay, she slowly and elegantly knelt on the ground.
Plop.
A few classmates nearby who hadn't gone far were all stunned.
Chen Zhi: ...
The words let's go home were forcibly stuck in his throat.
What kind of move was this?
Tripping on flat ground?
And this fall was way too fake!
Lin Wanwan knelt on the ground, supporting herself with her hands.
She tried hard to recall the key points Chen Xinyu had taught her: eyes must be innocent, voice must be soft and sweet, and posture must arouse pity.
So.
She slowly raised her head, blinked her big eyes hard twice, and forced out a layer of misty tears.
Brother~
A call filled with countless twists and turns, with a sweetness that was off the charts.
Chen Zhi felt a jolt of electricity shoot straight from his tailbone to the crown of his head, and every goosebump on his body instantly stood at attention.
Lin Wanwan reached out with both hands, leaving them hanging pitifully in mid-air.
"I fell down~"
Chen Zhi stood rooted to the spot, staring at the absolute drama queen on the ground.
A giant question mark slowly materialized in his mind.
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