You're Just Like a Little Punk in Society

Stay away from Ma Mingfan, and your life will be much happier.

Anyway, after Shen Nian kept his distance from Ma Mingfan, he squeezed into a group of girls to chat and was having a great time.

The PE teacher ran off midway, and it was the class sports committee member who organized the dismissal. Shen Nian went straight up to the classroom. It wasn't until right before the last self-study period was about to start that Xia Yanchun returned to the classroom with a few other girls.

Everyone had a bottle of drink in their hand; after PE class, you always crave some sugar.

Xia Yanchun pulled up her pant legs as she sat down and re-tied her hair, only then noticing Shen Nian looking at her. She pursed her lips, turned her head away, and ignored him.

Shen Nian: ?

Shen Nian simply moved his stack of books to the right side and buried his head in solving problems. After all, he couldn't really do anything to Xia Yanchun in public. Better not to see her at all, to avoid missing her.

In the evening, the sky darkened. As the sun was about to set, dark clouds hurriedly rushed out.

The wind gradually picked up. Shen Nian dashed to the cafeteria quickly, ate early, and was already playing with the multimedia system in the classroom before the light rain began to fall.

The air carried the smell of dust. Because of the rain, even though it wasn't yet six o'clock, it looked gloomy and dark outside.

"Shen Nian, aren't you eating?" Lin Xiyuan, who had somehow arrived in the classroom without him noticing, greeted Shen Nian with a light smile.

"Ate fast. Don't tell me you haven't eaten?"

"I don't have an appetite. I'll just go buy some bread from the convenience store later during the evening self-study if the rain stops."

"The school food isn't great," Shen Nian said with a laugh, glancing at the rain outside, which was now falling harder. "The weather changed so dramatically."

"Not really. I checked the weather forecast at noon; it did say heavy rain today."

"Keeping a phone secretly without handing it in? I'm reporting you."

"Go ahead if you have evidence. I'm not scared," Lin Xiyuan narrowed her eyes, smiling playfully, her face tinged with pink.

Has Shen Nian gotten better looking... Lin Xiyuan murmured to herself inwardly. But as soon as she remembered that Shen Nian got along well with quite a few girls in the class, that little flutter in her heart slowly faded.

She wasn't special.

A player. How annoying.

There were only four or five people scattered in the classroom. Shen Nian casually played a song and was reciting English for a while when Xia Yanchun also returned, holding an umbrella.

Only, the cuffs of her pants were a bit damp. It was hard to avoid getting a little wet with the wind and rain.

"Thought I'd have to go pick you up," Shen Nian propped his chin on his hand, teasing her. "As long as I eat fast enough, disaster can't catch up with me."

"If you ever choke to death one day, I'll definitely hire a lion dance troupe to perform for you."

"Cursing your bro, huh?"

Xia Yanchun walked over to Shen Nian's side, shook her umbrella right next to him, sending a whole bunch of water droplets flying, then hung her small umbrella under the window, looking incredibly smug.

"Leaving my umbrella here to dry. Watch it."

"Seriously, bro? Out of all the windows, you just had to hang it at mine? Dude, the floor's all wet now, so annoying."

"Oops, sorry. Didn't mean it~" Xia Yanchun covered her mouth, laughing.

"..."

How can you be this much of a troll? That's enough, you wicked woman.

Shen Nian laughed in exasperation. He endured it for a moment, seeking peace, but once that moment passed, he began his retaliation.

During the first evening self-study period, he tore off a piece of eraser and bombarded Xia Yanchun with it.

Xia Yanchun was unfazed, throwing him a look that said 'you're so immature,' as if looking at a minor nuisance, completely not taking Shen Nian seriously.

The fifth small eraser piece hit Xia Yanchun's head. Her look was like she was looking at an idiot.

The tenth small eraser piece hit Xia Yanchun's head. Xia Yanchun's expression turned serious.

The twentieth...

The thirtieth...

Xia Yanchun: ???

What did he mean by throwing one eraser piece per minute? The area around her seat was littered with small eraser bits, and she'd have to clean it up herself later.

Couldn't take it anymore.

But she wasn't on duty today, so she couldn't write Shen Nian's name on the log.

She endured it for the whole period. The moment the bell rang, Xia Yanchun picked up a book and patted Shen Nian's dog head with it.

"Still throwing?"

"Not throwing, not throwing anymore." Shen Nian was satisfied. Hiss, didn't hurt.

Seeing him like this, Xia Yanchun gave him another pat. "Sounds good, doesn't it? If it sounds good, it's a good head."

"Getting addicted to hitting me, are you?!"

"Just hitting you because you're being a jerk."

"...!"

Ma Mingfan had been studying, but hearing Shen Nian and the class monitor's voices, he couldn't focus anymore.

The hell, is this a fight?

If it were a fight, he'd definitely jump in to stir things up.

But now, what's the difference between this and flirting?

Not cool, man. Watching Shen Nian and the class monitor flirt is more painful than watching that cringey candy-sweet performance a hundred times.

Why are other people's lives so colorful? Nothing more to say, bro's jumping off first.

After thinking for a bit, he figured it out.

Resisting the influence of other people's ambiguous behavior is also part of training willpower, and it's more effective than watching weird stuff.

So, Ma Mingfan rolled up one of his books. "Class Monitor, your hitting is like coquetry. Don't let him enjoy it. Let me do it. I'll make Shen Nian understand the power of knowledge."

Face the ambiguity head-on, achieve self-improvement.

Xia Yanchun blinked. What coquetry? Hitting someone with a book still hurts. She couldn't really smack Shen Nian on the head, could she?

If she did that, Shen Nian would definitely rush over to settle the score when they got home, which wouldn't be good. At home, Shen Nian wouldn't just dare to talk like he does in the classroom.

He would really get handsy and take every chance to get fresh.

"Ma Mingfan, don't you start," Shen Nian pointed at him like a Husky.

Your bro flirting with Chunbao and you want in on the action, huh? Fine, fine. Next time I see you playing that mobile game, I'm snatching your phone.

"I... I haven't hit him yet, haha. Class Monitor, I have pork at home that's not thawed yet, gotta go."

Xia Yanchun: ???

Weirdo.

After giving Shen Nian's forehead one final pat, Xia Yanchun finally calmed down. Disturbed by this guy for a whole period, she only solved two problems. Next time when Shen Nian is studying seriously, she's going to throw eraser bits at him too, hit him, hit him.

It was still raining outside, no moon in sight. When evening self-study ended, everyone started putting up their umbrellas.

Ma Mingfan didn't have an umbrella and wanted to share with Chen Dong, but Chen Dong didn't have one either. He thought about borrowing from Shen Nian, but Shen Nian only had one. He could share the same sun umbrella with Xia Yanchun, but not in the rain—it would get Chunbao wet.

"It's fine, bros. If you run fast enough, you can dodge the falling rain. Children without umbrellas must run hard. You can do it," Shen Nian comforted them.

"Is that how that saying is used?"

Before Chen Dong and Ma Mingfan could speak, Xia Yanchun was the first to mutter with a sarcastic smile.

"Why not? No umbrella and you're not going to run? And there's another saying, isn't there? 'Because I got wet in the rain, I must tear other people's umbrellas too.' Actually, Chen Dong, you two could also tear other people's umbrellas. I fully support you doing that."

"Because it's not you who'd get beaten up, right?"

Xia Yanchun sighed. If she let Shen Nian keep talking, who knows how much nonsense he'd spout. She offered her single-person umbrella generously. "You guys take mine. It's a bit small, but if you squeeze, you won't get too wet."

Chen Dong was moved to tears. "Then what about you, Class Monitor?"

"I... I'm going the same way as Shen Nian. We can share one umbrella..."

Chen Dong clasped his hands in gratitude. "I'm crying. Class Monitor, if you ever need anything in the future, just ask Ma Mingfan. Ma Mingfan will definitely go through fire and water for you."

"Chen Dong, you bastard!"

Xia Yanchun was speechless.

How absurd. The boys in this class were beyond saving. If the whole world suddenly turned absurd one day, no one in this class would probably notice anything was off.

"Let's go, let's go." Shen Nian nudged Xia Yanchun with his elbow and led her down the stairs.

Shen Nian's umbrella was a two-person one. For him and Xia Yanchun, it was just the right size, enough to keep Xia Yanchun dry. As for Xia Yanchun's single-person umbrella, for Chen Dong and Ma Mingfan, it could only guarantee their heads wouldn't get wet.

Their clothes, well, that was another story. Limited options, nothing to be done.

Shen Nian opened the umbrella. Raindrops pattered noisily on the canopy, splattering into tiny droplets that glittered under the streetlights. Xia Yanchun immediately ducked under it, squeezing towards the middle to avoid getting wet.

"So we're sharing the 'lovesickness umbrella' now, Chunbao," Shen Nian said with a grin.

"So we are. No big deal." Chunbao wasn't your average delicate girl and wasn't buying into his teasing.

"Fair enough. Get a little closer, don't let the rain get you."

Shen Nian naturally put his arm around Xia Yanchun's shoulder, applying a slight force. The petite figure beside him seemed to be drawn into his embrace, leaning against him softly.

Xia Yanchun's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, her body stiffening a bit. A cool gust of wind blew against her face, tousling her hair and making her eyelashes flutter. Suddenly, she felt his embrace wasn't so bad—it was warm.

"Damn, this wind is freaking huge," Shen Nian complained, tilting the umbrella against the wind. Even so, the wind still slapped at him a couple of times.

"Autumn Lady must have it out for you," Xia Yanchun mumbled, biting her lower lip.

"Or maybe she has it out for you and wants to slap you twice. If it weren't for me holding the umbrella steady, you'd have been blown eight hundred meters away by now."

"Bull. I'm not that weak. If I hadn't lent my umbrella out, who'd need you to hold it steady?"

"Who told you to lend your umbrella?"

Shen Nian rubbed the soft flesh of her arm. Even through her clothes, he could feel the delicate texture of the girl's skin. "It wasn't me who asked you to lend it. Right now, I'm the one kindly letting you share my umbrella. Behave."

"You sound like a little punk from the streets."

"Even if I'm like a punk, you still have to share an umbrella with me now, and later you'll ride with me and go home together, right?"

"..."

Xia Yanchun looked towards the streetlights by the roadside. The fine strands of rain stretched into shimmering, colorful threads, exceptionally beautiful.

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