Chapter 61: Girls’ Sixth Sense
Only managed to finish two exams by morning—talk about productivity!
As the bell rang signaling the end of class, students surged out of the classrooms like toddlers unleashed from a candy store.
Some rushed straight back to their own rooms to brag or grumble about how brutal the tests were.
Others threw themselves directly toward the cafeteria, presumably in search of sustenance.
Hu Yu Ying stood obediently by the hallway outside Class 1, waiting quietly like a good little girl.
Soon enough, Long Ao Tian strutted out of Class 6, looking like he just survived a tornado.
Hu Yu Ying’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she went to greet him: “Brother Dragon, what happened to your hair?”
Once sleek and stylish, now it looked like a chicken nest exploded on his head.
Li Qing Xue chuckled upon hearing this—she knew her secret, and oh, was it hilarious!
Early finishing her exam, she immediately eyed Long Ao Tian with a mixture of amusement and pity.
Then, what did she see? Long Ao Tian stabbing his pen into his nose, tugging his hair, scratching his head—looking all kinds of miserable—then suddenly tossing paper scraps like he was trying to pick the right answer.
After two classes, his hair had gone from slick to “chicken nest chic.”
“It’s nothing. Just overthinking. I’m heading to lunch,” Long Ao Tian explained to Hu Yu Ying with a serious look, though his hair told a different story.
“Oh,” Hu Yu Ying nodded, glancing again at his notorious nest with a forced smile. She barely tried to hide her amusement.
Li Qing Xue was just about to step forward when Wang Rui tugged her arm instead. “Qing Xue, I have a stomachache. Let’s hit the bathroom first.”
“Okay,” Qing Xue sighed, glancing after the retreating duo, shrugging as she followed Wang Rui to the restroom.
“Oh man, I really should’ve just not drank so much water,” Wang Rui groaned after solving her bathroom emergency, clearly relieved.
Being friends with Li Qing Xue suited Wang Rui’s outspoken personality—sometimes she just blurted everything out without a filter.
“Let’s hurry, or we’ll miss out on the good stuff,” Qing Xue urged, her eyes already scanning the cafeteria.
“Yeah, yeah! The crowd at lunch will be massive, we’ll never find seats if we’re late!”
Entering the cafeteria, the place was packed.
Li Qing Xue and Wang Rui carried their trays, searching for an open table.
“Should’ve come earlier to snag a spot, then gone to the restroom,” Wang Rui muttered regretfully.
Qing Xue kept her gaze sweeping around, then suddenly her eyes curled into little crescents: “Let’s share a table.”
Without waiting, she marched over.
Wang Rui hurried to follow, but upon seeing who was already seated, she halted mid-step.
She was about to suggest they find another table, but before she could open her mouth, Li Qing Xue beat her to it: “Can I share your table?”
The person munching on a chicken drumstick turned and nodded at her: “Sure. Sit down.”
“Thanks!” Qing Xue set her tray, then gestured to Wang Rui: “Come on, sit here.”
Wang Rui’s mouth twitched. Seeing Long Ao Tian clutching a chicken leg bone and looking directly at her, she quickly turned her head and hurried to sit beside Hu Yu Ying.
Long Ao Tian chewed his chicken and looked curiously at Wang Rui’s reaction—baffled why she suddenly froze up.
He didn’t think he looked that bad.
Sure, he might be a bit rough eating, but scary enough? No way!
He shook his head and kept munching.
Watching him gobble down his food, she couldn’t help but think back to earlier—the sight of him in class jamming a pen into his nose, scratching, tugging… a stark contrast.
She chuckled softly, trying to stifle her laughter.
“Oh, sorry! I just remembered something funny,” Qing Xue blurted, hurriedly covering her mouth.
Meanwhile, Wang Rui secretly wiped sweat from her brow, terrified that Long Ao Tian might suddenly snap and kick Qing Xue ten meters away.
Sure enough, she heard his voice: “What’s so funny? Spill it; I want in on the happiness!”
Qing Xue pointed subtly at Long Ao Tian’s hair.
He touched it absentmindedly—wait, he couldn’t see, so he didn’t understand what she meant.
She took out her small mirror, aiming it at him.
Through the reflection, Long Ao Tian saw a strand of hair standing up—looked like an antenna on Teletubby.
Probably caused by his earlier hair-pulling while doing questions!
Not a big deal, boys’ hair getting messy was normal.
But, if you looked closely, a little funny.
He raised his hand to press down the strand, but just as he moved, he saw a slender finger glide upward through his reflection, settling gently on the protruding hair.
A light pressure on his head made him freeze, then he looked up—to see Hu Yu Ying’s body leaning toward him, a slight tense pause flickering on her face.
She breathed deeply, curling her fingers before lowering her hand and sitting back down.
Qing Xue blinked, surprised, then looked at Long Ao Tian.
His hand, holding the mirror, stiffened like he didn’t know what to do. He pretended to fix his messy bangs, secretly glancing at Hu Yu Ying, who appeared totally normal.
He let out a silent sigh of relief and flashed his usual carefree smile.
“Here, your mirror,” Long Ao Tian said, returning it to Qing Xue.
She pocketed it, eyes flickering towards Hu Yu Ying, instinct telling her she might have just uncovered a big secret.
No rumor—Qing Xue was sharp, especially with her memory.
She clearly remembered Long Ao Tian saying recently in the hallway: “I think I understand her a little…”
“Bro, I’m done eating too,” Long Ao Tian got up.
“Alright, let’s go,” Qing Xue said, glancing at the still-eating Li Qing Xue. “See you in the classroom.”
Since Qing Xue was a bit late, she ate slowly, not rushing.
As Long Ao Tian and Hu Yu Ying left, Wang Rui finally looked up, eyes wide: “Qing Xue, you scared me to d*ath.”
“If I’d known you were sharing with Long Ao Tian, I’d rather carry my tray and eat alone,” she added resignedly.
Li Qing Xue chuckled: “You’re just chicken—haven’t even talked to him much, how come you’re so scared?”
“And he’s not some evil villain,” she added, mischief glimmering.
Suddenly, a figure appeared beside them, voice deep and magnetic: “Sometimes, you can’t judge a book by its cover—bad guys never wear ‘bad’ on their face!”
Yé Láng Chén finished his sentence with a faint smile, then nodded at Qing Xue before walking away.
He had been watching from afar, nearly gnawing his own lips in frustration!
“Oh, the road to d*ath! Long Ao Tian, you’re so doomed you might as well resign to it!”
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