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Qian Mengmeng felt both regretful and guilty, unable to resist glancing at her temporary deskmate who was affected by her actions

Qian Mengmeng did not insist, but happily retrieved her lunch box and continued to eat. Her appetite was not large, and within a few minutes, she had finished everything. After she had eaten her fill, she casually took out an unopened bottle of cola from inside and twisted it open with force

No way... Is it really broken...

She raised her hand to wipe the stains off his clothes, but the boy was very resistant. Qian Mengmeng had no choice but to hand him a tissue to let him deal with it himself. However, before she could extend her hand, she heard a familiar "creak" sound, and her upper body uncontrollably lurched forward. Accompanied by the "rumbling" sound of the bench collapsing, Qian Mengmeng heavily fell onto the boy's chest. Amidst the swirling dust, she was dazed for a long time before realizing what had just happened.

How heavy must something be to knock a person unconscious

She was supposed to finish her work at the coffee shop, and there would have been more than enough time to rush to class. However, unexpectedly, a difficult customer arrived, deliberately making things hard for another server. Seeing that the young girl was almost in tears, she had no choice but to step in and help. After much persuasion, she managed to resolve the situation, but now she finds herself in a frantic rush.

This auditorium is only opened when professors from other schools come to give lectures. Even though a considerable number of people from two grades attended, there were still large areas of empty seats. Qian Mengmeng, feeling warm from running, decisively walked towards the center—an area beneath a ceiling fan that was turning, where there was no crowding.

This chair can't be broken, can it... Never mind, I really don't want to move anymore

She blankly wiped the cola off her face with her sleeve: "Why is this happening..."

Qian Mengmeng was solely focused on resting. She hurriedly took two steps to sit beside the boy. As soon as she sat down, she heard a crisp "creak" sound, which startled her, leaving her momentarily unable to move.

The originally scheduled meal time was delayed due to unexpected work commitments, and she hasn't eaten a single grain of rice. Despite running tirelessly for such a long time, her stomach is now full, which is already quite commendable.

Qian Mengmeng pouted her lips, just opened the textbook, and couldn't help but steal a glance at him: "Classmate... have we met somewhere before?"

"I am sorry!" She quickly took out a tissue from her pocket, "I will clean it for you"

As soon as she uttered this kind greeting, one could distinctly hear someone in the crowd gasp. Qian Mengmeng, facing their gazes, awkwardly touched her cheek and asked, "Classmate, is there something on my face?"

She touched her hair somewhat uneasily and said, "Wh-what's wrong?"

Taking the initiative to collide with an iceberg, isn't that a bit too bold

This is terrible, this is terrible, I was late on the first day of class, it will definitely leave a bad impression on the instructor!" Qian Mengmeng ran frantically, feeling regretful, "If it weren't for the part-time job that delayed my time..."

Taking advantage of the moment when the teacher turned around, she crouched down and hid in the gap between the table and the chair, stealthily eating like a little mouse. Just as she was enjoying her meal, she looked up and saw the boy looking at her with a complex expression.

Qian Mengmeng was startled and choked a little. Seeing him staring intently at the bento, she generously pushed the bento box in his direction, saying, "There are still several chicken nuggets left. If you're hungry, you can eat a little to tide you over."

The boy calmly averted his gaze and did not pay her any further attention

The painful groan brought Qian Mengmeng back to her senses

When she ran to the front of the auditorium, the sound of unrestrained laughter and conversation had already come from inside, indicating that the instructor had not yet arrived. She felt relieved and dragged her heavy legs into the auditorium.

The boy gritted his teeth and said: "You ... ... "

The busy holiday life quickly passed, and in the blink of an eye, the new semester has begun. The peach blossoms carpet the shaded path, bringing with them the unique romance of spring. The orioles flutter their wings and alight on the sturdy branches, singing a light and cheerful melody

The young man had a handsome and striking face, with a complexion as fair as jade and a high nose bridge. However, the aura between his brows and eyes appeared somewhat aloof, exuding a vibe that seemed to say "strangers keep your distance".

If she had not actually heard him speak before, she would have thought he was mute

The pleasant sound of the class bell rang just in time, and Qian Mengmeng no longer struggled with the issue, focusing intently on the lesson. However, she had barely been attentive for ten minutes when her stomach began to rumble with warning. She rested her head on the desk and murmured, "I am so hungry..."

Sorting it out will not change anything for me

Is that her illusion

Who is this person? How dare they sit beside him and even greet him

Logically speaking, if she were to encounter such a handsome man with red lips and white teeth, Qian Mengmeng, no matter how focused she was on her money-making plans, would at least be distracted enough to take notice. However, she did not recall much, only vaguely feeling that he seemed somewhat familiar

With a loud bang, the small bottle cap transformed into a projectile, striking the boy beside her right between the eyebrows. The carbonated soda was equally defiant, shooting up to the ceiling like a fountain, and pouring down like a heavy rain, leaving no drop behind as it drenched Qian Mengmeng and the unfortunate boy.

In an instant, the entire auditorium fell silent, and everyone's gaze was focused on the center of the hall, watching Qian Mengmeng, who was equally taken aback.

She nervously unzipped the bag little by little, struggling to take out a square lunchbox adorned with a Doraemon design. In order to save money, Qian Mengmeng had always woken up early to prepare her own lunch. Although her cooking skills could not compare to those of her late mother, they were still much tastier than the large pot dishes served in the school cafeteria. She was quite confident in her culinary abilities

Qian Mengmeng did not expect him to answer, yet the boy finally mustered the courage to lift his head from the book, his gaze moving upward to look at her hair

She quickly looked at the boy pinned beneath her and asked nervously, "Are you okay? Can you hear me? Hello? Hello?"

The young man's sharp eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he coldly shifted to the side, once again burying himself in his book, showing no intention of acknowledging her.

The young man kept his eyes tightly closed, showing no reaction at all, as if he had fainted.

He revealed a hint of disappointment and replied in a low voice, "I have not seen it."

Qian Mengmeng quickly stood up and reached out to touch a small bump on the back of his head. She anxiously shouted: "Teacher! Someone has fainted!"

Before the teacher could respond, the surrounding classmates had already begun to discuss among themselves. Groups of two or three gathered together, whispering, "Oh my God, what did she do?"

Is today an inauspicious day for her? Since finishing work, not a single good thing has happened!

Qian Mengmeng, however, had no mind to appreciate such beautiful scenery; she glanced at the time on her phone, which was pressing closer, and nearly broke into a sweat. In ten minutes, the public class for the grade was about to begin. This was the first public class since the start of the semester, and to emphasize its importance, the school had specifically arranged for the class to be held in the spacious auditorium, requiring both first-year and second-year students to attend together

The gentle breeze brought her a sense of comfort as she sighed contentedly, arranging her books neatly. Taking advantage of the time before the teacher arrived, she turned her head and greeted her temporary deskmate warmly: "Hello"

The chattering voices penetrated Qian Mengmeng's ears ... ! ... He was knocked unconscious by the table, okay ! He was knocked unconscious ! She is not that heavy !

It is indeed strange that the central position, which is clearly the most favored spot by top students, has only one boy immersed in his studies within a five-meter radius, while the others prefer to crowd around and scatter rather than sit near him

Indeed! Carrying the cola in my backpack and running for so long, the carbonation has built up, and it has long been like a bomb waiting to explode

Terrifying, like Mount Tai pressing down!