Chapter 2 (Part 1)

Chapter 2: Two - What a Thoughtful Boy

Shortly after Fang Chuning arrived at the classroom, the boy entered carrying his books.

They were classmates, to be precise, they had been classmates from kindergarten through elementary school, middle school, and up until now. Although they were very "destined" to be together, in reality, they had hardly spoken to each other despite being classmates for so long.

Except for now, when their positions as president and vice president occasionally forced them to communicate.

The boy seemed to be gentle and polite, easy to get along with others, but when it came to her, he appeared particularly perfunctory, even cold.

Fang Chuning had long noticed that he seemed to dislike her, and now that she had taken the president position that should have been his, he disliked her even more, not even bothering to be perfunctory, and often giving her the cold shoulder.

She had never been the type to keep trying to warm up to someone who was cold towards her. Although they were "childhood friends," since he disliked her, she wouldn't bother trying to get along with him either.

Fang Chuning stubbornly took out her textbooks from her backpack, along with materials for the arts performance two months later.

Gao Qiong, sitting next to her, was laughing and joking with a male classmate behind her. The boy was blushing from her teasing, his gaze occasionally and unconsciously sweeping over to the figure next to her.

After one class, Fang Chuning was busy writing post-class exercises when the boy from the back row suddenly came over with his book. He gently bit his lower lip, looking embarrassed, "President, I didn't understand the question the teacher just explained. Could you explain it to me again?"

Fang Chuning spared a glance at the question he was pointing to while busy with her work, "Didn't the teacher explain this question twice just now? Weren't you listening?"

Whether due to embarrassment or something else, the boy's face turned bright red. He couldn't meet her eyes, and his voice was so low it was almost inaudible, "Please, President..."

Sometimes Fang Chuning didn't understand why they wouldn't go ask the top student in their grade, instead of coming to her, who barely managed to scrape into the top ten.

Wouldn't the vice president look easier to approach than her?

She glanced at the vice president in another row, who had turned around to talk to the boy behind him. Whatever he said made him smile shyly and charmingly, clearly showing his good nature.

Fang Chuning seriously thought that it might be because he was too handsome, so other boys might feel a sense of rejection and jealousy towards him, thus choosing her instead.

As a qualified student council president, Fang Chuning certainly wouldn't refuse such a small request. She took his book and patiently re-explained it to him. The boy listened attentively with his head lowered, their proximity somewhat intimate.

At the other end of the classroom, seeing that his friend hadn't responded to him for a while and seemed to be in a daze, Qin Shaoqing couldn't help but wave his hand in front of him.

"Muzhou?"

"Hmm?" Xu Muzhou slightly turned his eyes to look at him.

Qin Shaoqing complained, "What are you thinking about? You didn't hear a word I said, did you?"

Xu Muzhou smiled gently and said, "No, I think what you just said was quite good. I agree with you."

"Right? Even you think it's good!" The boy smiled happily.

Xu Muzhou smiled without speaking, his slender white fingers holding a pen, forcefully making a not-too-long slash on the book, incredibly ferocious.

During the usual lunch break, Fang Chuning would stay in the president's office. This office was specially opened for her by the principal, with furnishings added and arranged according to her preferences, comfortable and quiet.

Gao Qiong sprawled on the sofa, tapping away boredly on her phone, "Do you want to play a game?"

Fang Chuning was looking at materials for the arts performance two months later and didn't even bother to respond to her.

Gao Qiong moved closer, "Have you decided what our class will perform?"

"No, leave that kind of thing to the monitor."

Fang Chuning put the materials aside, casually leaned back on the sofa with her arm behind her, and glanced at the weather outside, "Is it going to rain?"

"Hmm, looks like it. Why don't we go play tennis later?"

Fang Chuning gave her a disdainful look, "Playing with you gives me no pressure at all."

Gao Qiong didn't mind.

"Why do you need so much pressure? Playing is for releasing stress."

It seemed to make some sense. Fang Chuning appeared to be in deep thought. Last night this person had set her up like that, if she didn't get back at her, she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

"Alright, let's play then."

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