My Abstinent Girlfriend (3)

Ji Cheng glanced at her, her gaze as cool as water.

"Naive," she said without any expression.

Ming Xiaowei lowered her head to look at the advanced math problems in her hand. Fortunately, Ji Cheng wasn’t sitting in the front row, so even during class, she didn’t have to worry about the teacher seeing her solve them.

Her head felt twice as heavy as usual, as if stuffed with cotton.

Ming Xiaowei almost cursed Ji Cheng as a heartless woman. In the last world, she’d called her "baby," but in this one, she acted like a stranger.

How infuriating.

Ming Xiaowei stole a glance at Ji Cheng’s outfit—dressed like some abstinent ice queen, with nothing exposed except her face and the hands resting on the textbook.

Her fingers were slender and pale, like delicate scallion roots, with faint pink hues at the knuckles. Her right hand moved slightly, gripping a ballpoint pen with perfect posture, her back straight as a ruler.

Damn it. Seeing Ji Cheng like this made Ming Xiaowei want to unbutton the top of her shirt and check if her collarbone was still as pretty as before.

The class president’s collarbone would definitely be nice to nibble on.

This was all Qiaoqiao’s fault—she’d corrupted her.

A faint blush spread across Ming Xiaowei’s cheeks. People shouldn’t—at the very least, they shouldn’t—think about such indecent things.

No lewd thoughts allowed.

Lost in her musings, Ming Xiaowei ended up dozing off on the desk.

Ji Cheng watched the teacher lecturing at the front, then glanced at Ming Xiaowei’s blank homework notebook. She hesitated to wake her outright.

Instead, she lightly patted Ming Xiaowei’s leg.

To her surprise, Ming Xiaowei only frowned slightly, showing no signs of waking up.

A vein twitched at Ji Cheng’s temple. She smacked Ming Xiaowei’s leg harder this time.

Ming Xiaowei stirred.

Just as Ji Cheng sighed in relief, Ming Xiaowei drowsily lifted her head and blurted out:

"Class President, you kissed me so hard I couldn’t breathe. Stop it already."

Her voice wasn’t too loud, but it was just enough for the entire class to hear.

The classroom fell dead silent—even the teacher stopped mid-lecture. Everyone’s eyes turned toward the two sitting in the center of the third row.

Now fully awake, Ming Xiaowei realized what she’d just said.

Oh god. She wanted to die of embarrassment.

Maybe she should just move to another city.

She desperately wished she could faint on the spot, but this body’s constitution was annoyingly robust—no passing out for her.

"Ahem. Back to class," the teacher coughed, momentarily stunned but quickly resuming the lesson.

Given current social attitudes, such things were… understandable. Still, the class president had always been the model student, the epitome of a well-behaved child. This was… unexpected.

Could she actually be a closet pervert?

The teacher, relatively young, couldn’t help but let her imagination run wild. Still, she managed to finish the first period without further incident.

During the break, Ji Cheng, for the first time ever, chased Ming Xiaowei out of the classroom.

Ming Xiaowei had pulled up her mask, using her sleeve to cover half her face, leaving only her watery eyes visible.

"Listen, it was a misunderstanding. Believe me?"

Ji Cheng’s expression was grim. Ming Xiaowei’s outburst had shattered the pristine reputation she’d spent over a decade building.

"I don’t believe you," she said flatly.

"Ugh, fine. What do you want me to do? Just give in and date me?" Ming Xiaowei blinked.

This world’s Ji Cheng seemed to come from a modest background, but that was fine—Ming Xiaowei could afford to pamper her.

Ji Cheng let out a cold, humorless laugh.

"Don’t ‘heh’ at me. ‘Heh’ is just a polite way of calling someone an idiot," Ming Xiaowei muttered under her breath.

"Just because I refused to copy homework for you doesn’t mean you get to ruin my reputation. Fine, I’ll write out the solutions for you. But in return, you have to—" Ji Cheng gritted her teeth.

"You have to explain everything to the whole class."

Ming Xiaowei’s cheeks flushed. For some reason, this world’s version of Ji Cheng seemed so much easier to tease.

"But I’m shy! Shouldn’t I be the one angry that you kissed me in my dream?" Ming Xiaowei pressed further.

Without another word, Ji Cheng turned and walked away.

Crap.

She’d gone too far.

Realizing Ji Cheng was genuinely upset, Ming Xiaowei hurried after her back into the classroom.

As soon as Ji Cheng sat down, her phone screen lit up.

Ming Xiaowei had sent a 100-yuan red envelope in the class group chat.

Xiaowei: [Sealing your lips, classmates! There’s nothing between me and the Class President. Pretend you heard nothing.]

Mourning the loss of her hard-earned cash, Ming Xiaowei returned to her seat. Thankfully, Ji Cheng kept her word and handed her several sheets of paper—her problem-solving notes.

But as for letting Ming Xiaowei copy outright? Not a chance.

"Thank you, Class President~"

With Ji Cheng’s notes, Ming Xiaowei finally finished all her advanced math problems and handed them back. Ji Cheng gave her a long, silent look but said nothing.

Meanwhile, Ming Xiaowei was busy plotting how to make Zhao Qinghan’s fans think she was insane.

She also needed to dig up dirt on Zhao Qinghan—though honestly, Ming Xiaowei doubted it was necessary. Zhao Qinghan was basically a walking scandal, known for picking fights with everyone on every show she joined.

Zero emotional intelligence, radiating an obnoxious "I’m the queen" aura.

Tonight, she’d start by testing out writing the female lead’s name in her little notebook.

Hehehe.

Ming Xiaowei’s eyes curved into happy crescents.

Ji Cheng noticed her grinning like an idiot during class and frowned but stayed silent.

She knew Ming Xiaowei was a rich kid—even the teachers didn’t bother disciplining her. After all, even if Ming Xiaowei never studied, she’d still live a life others could only dream of.

Though, surprisingly, Ming Xiaowei had scored well on the college entrance exams…

Hadn’t she ranked right below Ji Cheng?

Who would’ve guessed?

A trace of indifference flickered in Ji Cheng’s eyes. But what did any of this have to do with her?

When the two classes finally ended, Ming Xiaowei stretched with a long yawn.

Exhausted.

But at least it was mealtime. A spark of excitement lit up Ming Xiaowei’s face.

Ji Cheng had barely taken a few steps out of the classroom with her backpack when Ming Xiaowei glued herself to her side.

"Class President, what’s good to eat in the cafeteria?"

"Stop calling me that," Ji Cheng said, visibly uncomfortable.

She wasn’t used to this kind of interaction. Even in the dorm, everyone kept to themselves, never intruding on each other.

But today, Ming Xiaowei had been chirping nonstop like a hyperactive sparrow.

"Got it, Class President! So, which floor has the best food?" Ming Xiaowei was genuinely curious.

The original owner of this body had lived a life of luxury, never setting foot in the school cafeteria. But Ming Xiaowei couldn’t stand those tiny, artfully plated dishes—she preferred hearty, homestyle meals.

"Second-floor stuffed flatbread. Third-floor spicy rice noodles," Ji Cheng deadpanned.

If not for her self-restraint, she’d have seriously considered taping Ming Xiaowei’s mouth shut.

"Thanks, Class President! But that’s not enough—what else is good?" Ming Xiaowei was practically starving.

She’d barely eaten lunch and planned to make up for it now.

Double portions, double happiness.

Ji Cheng shot her a glance, then looked down at Ming Xiaowei’s flat stomach.

Was this girl a pig in disguise?