Chapter 17 Going Crazy

To avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings, Liang Zhouyue quickly went downstairs to find Jiang Li.

At this time, the crowd was too large and Jiang Li was a celebrity at school; she wanted to avoid creating any topics of discussion.

Exiting the entrance of the apartment building, Liang Zhouyue found Jiang Li sitting on a wooden bench. He was playing with his phone single-handedly, his long legs crossed, exuding a relaxed and lazy demeanor.

"Is something the matter?"

Liang Zhouyue stood on the stone steps and didn't walk down the stairs.

Jiang Li looked up in response to her voice, and saw Liang Zhouyue dressed in a strawberry pajama standing above him. Her shorts didn't reach her knees, revealing smooth and straight legs that gleamed whitely in the lamplight, captivatingly so.

The man's dark eyes narrowed slightly, then he stood and beckoned her to come down.

Liang Zhouyue came down the stairs, confused, and stood in front of him, her eyes full of questions, seemingly waiting for a reasonable explanation from him.

"Does your forehead still hurt?"

As soon as he had spoken, Jiang Li's cool fingertips had already reached Liang Zhouyue's forehead, slowly caressing, visibly darkening the bruise at her temple.

Realizing what was happening, Liang Zhouyue quickly turned her head to dodge, avoiding Jiang Li's touch.

"Remember, we have a teacher-student relationship."

Liang Zhouyue finally believed Fang Zirui's words, that Jiang Li's intentions toward her weren't innocent. To put it nicely, it was a crush, but bluntly, it was lust, which she herself now believed as well.

Preferring the latter, she thought. After all, Jiang Li didn't look like a naive man; he probably knew quite well what he was doing.

Jiang Li was accustomed to Liang Zhouyue's avoidance and simply smiled at it. He held out the medicine he had been holding for a long time, let out a soft sigh as if sighing, "The injury is my fault, so of course I should bring the medicine."

Liang Zhouyue looked down, suddenly holding two bottles of spray in her hand, for promoting blood circulation, relieving pain, and reducing swelling.

She looked surprised, "Where did you get these?"

Of course, she knew the school infirmary was closed, and the pharmacy was closed for the day.

Jiang Li's eyes were calm, unexpectedly enjoying the evening breeze and the misty atmosphere under the street lights. But he also knew that such peaceful moments were rare and didn't want to joke around with her, so he spoke the truth, "My friend is a doctor, he just drove over to deliver them."

"Ah?" Liang Zhouyue suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, "It's not a big deal, why bother someone to make a trip?"

That's a waste of resources!

Jiang Li noncommittally hummed, and just as Liang Zhouyue thought he agreed with her, he frowned slightly, changing the subject, "How is a girl's face not a big deal?"

"…"

Liang Zhouyue choked, suddenly rebuffed without any preparation.

Struggling for words, she clenched the bottles so tightly that her knuckles turned slightly white, her tone stubborn, "It's not broken, so it's not serious."

"Fine." Jiang Li snatched the medicine from her palms, his normally gentle eyes now particularly cold, his gaze expressing a faint distance, and said deliberately, "You don't understand me, I really love to make a big deal out of things."

With that, he turned and left, his steps crisp and decisive, without any hesitation.

Liang Zhouyue opened her mouth to call out to him, but her voice got stuck in her throat, harsh and difficult to emit.

Watching Jiang Li's tall figure vanish, she gathered a slight wrinkle between her brows, her toes curling on the ground. The next second, as if annoyed, she clicked her tongue and turned back to the dormitory.

...

After entering, Liang Zhouyue lay back on her bed and started to replay her recent conversation with Jiang Li.

All she did was be polite, why did he get angry?

Would he be happy if she accepted the medicine without any words?

Liang Zhouyue irritably furrowed her brow and grabbed her phone, unlocking it to check WeChat.

The message interface was exceptionally clean, with Jiang Li's previous WeChat message at the forefront, making it immediately visible to her.

She decisively opened the chat without her previous hesitations, and sent a message with one click.

Moon doesn't talk: "Sorry, I meant no harm. Bring the medicine to class tomorrow. (dog-head emoji)"

Jiang Li didn't respond right away, and as Liang Zhouyue's eyes grew sore and she felt sleepy, she still hadn't received a reply.

*

The next day, Liang Zhouyue only had one class, and she could meet He Jinseng after lunch.

She didn't go to the cafeteria for breakfast that morning, heading straight to the lecture building around the time her class started. When she called the roll as usual, nobody answered to Jiang Li's name, and when she looked down at the audience, he was indeed absent.

However, Chen Dan, who seemed even more unreliable than Jiang Li, had shown up, sitting upright, not napping like usual, and looking exceptionally spirited.

Jiang Li's absence was now a fact, so Liang Zhouyue didn't waste any time, promptly finishing the roll call and continuing with the lecture.

At eleven fifty in the morning, the class ended on time with the bell. Liang Zhouyue was packing up when she suddenly sensed a shadow beside her. Before she could look, two spray bottles appeared on the desk.

"He gave these to you," said Chen Dan in a voice even lower than Jiang Li's.

Hearing that, Liang Zhouyue's gaze fixed on the two medicine bottles on the desk, the very ones Jiang Li had delivered to her building the night before.

"How come he didn't come to class?"

She placed the medicine in her bag, this time not rejecting the gesture.

Seeing her cooperative response, Chen Dan rarely felt playful enough to joke, "His girlfriend just came back from abroad. He went home for a meal today."

Liang Zhouyue's gaze flickered, but that was the extent of her reaction.

The next second, she nodded in understanding, then resumed her usual professional tone, "Then please tell him to submit a leave form, otherwise missing three classes means retaking the course."

Chen Dan listlessly acknowledged with an "Oh," and sauntered out nonchalantly.

It seemed Jiang Li had no chance; she genuinely had no room for him in her heart.

...

Upon reaching the school gate, He Jinseng's car was already parked across the street.

Liang Zhouyue jogged over to the car, apologetically saying, "Sorry, have you been waiting long?"

He Jinseng shook his head, "Just got here."

As he spoke, he took her hand and gently caressed it.

Liang Zhouyue had almost never been affectionate with him like this, but reflecting on it now, she felt something was off. If they had decided to date, and even marry in the future, holding hands was nothing but normal.

She would need to gradually get used to it.

This time, Liang Zhouyue didn't find an excuse to refuse.

Seeing that she didn't dodge shyly as usual, He Jinseng's suppressed desire gradually surfaced, and he cupped her delicate chin with one hand, poised to lean in for a kiss.

At that moment, Liang Zhouyue was internally conflicted, feeling an urge to dodge, yet she had just steeled herself mentally, making her indecisive.

Just as He Jinseng's breath brushed against Liang Zhouyue's jaw, a harsh screeching of car scraping from their left startled her into shouting.

He Jinseng definitely felt the impact, though it wasn't severe, it was enough to startle him. His body, which had just relaxed, tensed up instantly—almost leading to a serious mishap.

Liang Zhouyue turned her head towards the offending vehicle, only to see a handsome, harmless face through the still-open car window.

The man's hand was deftly positioned on the steering wheel, skillfully maneuvering the car, but his brows and eyes carried an aggressive air, indicating he was not in a good mood.

It was Jiang Li.