393. P.E. Class
The P.E. class was still taught by that rumored former athlete of a teacher from last semester.
No need for any familiar processes, just like usual, after a couple of laps with the teacher, we were dismissed.
In the center of the playground, Ning Chu sat comfortably in front of Wen Yang, leaning against his broad chest, happily soaking up the winter sunshine and enjoying Wen Yang’s gentle embrace.
If only something wasn’t digging into her lower back.
“This semester has so few classes.”
“There are only three classes every day!~ On Wednesdays and Fridays, I can sleep until ten in the morning. Just think about it, it’s bliss!~”
Last semester, every day was packed with four classes, and getting up early in winter meant battling drowsiness while trying to break free from the warm embrace of the blanket—a struggle that was pure torture.
But since being off the hook now, there’s no more worrying about sleepless nights or feeling groggy the next day.
Being a zombie at night and waking up refreshed the next day? Now that’s the dream!
But Wen Yang quickly brought her the bad news: “Because of school regulations, everyone has to choose at least one elective.”
“Eh?”
“You need to finish three electives before graduation; otherwise, you’ll be short on credits.” Wen Yang continued, “And you need to take two professional certification tests, which require classes beforehand.”
Ning Chu instantly deflated, her head drooping as she leaned on Wen Yang’s shoulder.
“The electives should be chosen on the school’s website next week. I’ll remind you then, let’s pick an easy one.”
“Uh-huh.”
A few classmates came over with a basketball, calling out, “Wen Yang! Wanna play ball?”
“Not going.”
The group walked off toward the basketball court, a bit disappointed, teasing each other as they went.
“He’s got a girlfriend now~ no time to play ball with us!”
“Seriously! If I had known Ning Chu was a girl last semester…”
“Stop dreaming. Just take a good look at your face—can you compete with Wen Yang or be a match for Ning Chu?”
“Why can’t I be a guy! I don’t believe it!”
Ning Chu lifted her head to sneak a peek at the departing backs of those guys, unable to suppress a giggle. “What’s with the guy talk?”
“Guess just joking around.”
She nuzzled her head against Wen Yang’s chest like a cat, inhaling his faint scent—not quite describable but certainly not unpleasant, bringing her a sense of security. The winter sun illuminated her profile, making her fair skin and silky hair shimmer with a golden hue, warming her icy limbs just a bit.
Ning Chu contentedly yawned and asked, “Wen Yang, you’re not secretly a guy too, right?”
“How could that be?”
“When I was still a guy, you seemed to have a bit of interest in me, right?~” She poked Wen Yang lightly in the side. “Later, when you found out I was a girl, were you disappointed?”
“Uh… should I say, overjoyed?”
“How rude! So you didn’t like me when I was a guy, huh?!”
“??? ”
Wen Yang was momentarily confused, scratching his head, “But I don’t think I ever saw you as a guy?”
“……”
Really a failure as a man, huh~
Ning Chu shot Wen Yang a look of disbelief.
But back when she hadn’t fully developed, her youthful face was indeed quite cute—not like now, with her brows only retaining allure, radiating a certain charm.
An overwhelming sense of guilt washed over her.
It’s like knowing gluttony is bad, but only realizing it when you weigh two or three hundred pounds, yet you keep on eating and drinking with abandon—guilt trip included.
She let out a soft sigh.
At least, thank goodness she wasn’t pregnant and didn’t have a kid, so she hadn’t sunk to the very bottom.
“Wen Yang! Ning Chu!”
A cheeky call pulled Ning Chu’s attention. She looked up to see Zhang Shaoqing jogging over like a lightbulb.
Without a hint of awareness of being a third wheel, Zhang Shaoqing plopped down next to Wen Yang, grinning, “Dude! Qian Qian hasn’t called me or talked to me for four hours!”
Wen Yang asked, puzzled, “So why are you happy about that?”
“Because I don’t like her anymore! If it weren’t for worrying about hurting her feelings, I would’ve broken up ages ago. Now, this cold treatment feels just fine.”
Ning Chu turned her head in disgust. Seriously, it’s high time Qian Qian forgot about this guy. No saving him now.
“Fine then.” Wen Yang shook his head helplessly.
“Hey! Are we going out for dinner tonight? Then maybe karaoke?” Zhang Shaoqing joked, directing his attention at Ning Chu, “Don’t worry, no hired little sisters, just a few bros singing.”
“Pass.”
“If you’re not going, Wen Yang, don’t you have any thoughts with how strict she is?”
What’s he trying to stir up here!
Ning Chu picked up a small rock from the ground and tossed it at Zhang Shaoqing’s face.
But the guy was already prepared, leaning back to dodge it and dramatically flopping onto the grass.
“No thoughts; it’s all good.” Wen Yang actually pulled Ning Chu in closer.
If there were any lingering grievances, ever since he learned about Ning Chu’s Little Emperor Wen persona, he had really stopped caring and could understand her protective nature.
He couldn’t imagine what it would be like without Ning Chu—if he really became that protagonist with no reservations about anything, what a chaotic scene that would be.
Although he did feel a bit of anticipation…
“Isn’t it strange? Qian Qian doesn’t talk to me anymore, but now I kind of miss her…”
Zhang Shaoqing mumbled, lying on the grass, staring blankly at the blue sky.
“You’re the one asking for it.” Ning Chu shot him an eye roll, “Don’t go crying when Qian Qian finds a boyfriend and you regret it.”
“Seriously! I’d break that guy’s legs!”
“Aren’t you the one who doesn’t like her?”
“……”
What on earth is going on inside that thick skull of his!
Ning Chu couldn’t be bothered with him and got up from Wen Yang’s arms.
That impatient tone she had with Zhang Shaoqing was quickly replaced by a sweet, soft voice aimed at Wen Yang: “Shall we go buy some milk tea?”
“I can’t get up, pull me.”
Wen Yang yawned and sat on the ground.
“You’re so heavy!” Ning Chu grabbed his arm, pulling with all her might like she was trying to uproot a carrot, attempting to lift him off the ground.
But her shoes slipped on the grass, and no matter how hard she pulled, Wen Yang didn’t budge an inch.
“Come on!”
“Alright, alright.” Wen Yang finally laughed and stood up, casually patting the dried grass off Ning Chu’s rear, the feel just as bouncy as usual.
But all Ning Chu felt was a sudden jolt to her tailbone, almost making her tumble back to the ground. Her face flushed red, and she instinctively covered her backside with both hands, shooting an embarrassed glare at Wen Yang and frantically looking around.
“Pervert!”
Those few slaps hit right at the base of her tail!
Wen Yang was momentarily taken aback, surprised by her reaction: “I just thought your backside was dirty.”
She grabbed Wen Yang’s arm, looking a bit guilty and glancing down, pulling him off the playground: “Stop talking! Let’s go!”
“??? ”
As they walked away, Zhang Shaoqing was left staring at the sky, conflicted about whether he should take the initiative to contact Qian Qian.
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