Chapter 7, the marinated egg has been darkened by you

There is nothing, I apologize for the previous matter. It is not that I do not want you to help, but I have something to discuss privately with Fang Zibo.

As soon as he left, Ye Shuo immediately grabbed his phone and rushed out, followed by Liang Daoxin, Fang Zibo, and others. Fang Zibo was the last to leave the classroom, his steps slightly hesitant. He turned back to glance at Feng Ya Yi, who seemed unfazed as she returned to her seat, pulled out a textbook, and placed it on the desk.

Seeing the hesitation and confusion on her face, Zhao Ruoyang felt even more annoyed. Is it really necessary to keep such a trivial matter hidden and not speak up?

Hearing this sentence from Zhao Ruoyang made Feng Ya feel particularly amused. It turns out he still knows when classes start

Ye Shuo asked me if Zhao Ru Yang's phone was left in the classroom

The Behelit on the backpack struck Feng Ya Yi's hand with great force, leaving small indentations from its three-dimensional nose on her hand

Jealousy caused her to become estranged from her true self

Sitting in the car, Feng Ya spoke to Sun Miao about the events of the past two days. Her tone carried a sense of bewilderment, and Sun Miao couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to ruffle her hair several times.

Upon hearing this statement, Feng Ya finally understood what it meant for one person to outshine another to the point of causing resentment. When she was fifteen, she begged her mother for a week to buy a decent computer. In contrast, the gift received by another fifteen-year-old was a riverside house.

The political science teacher saw that it was not her phone and simply said, "Next time, don't make such a big fuss"

They walked to the restaurant, and Feng Ya, quite accustomed to it, sat down next to Zhao Ruyang, inadvertently pushing Lin Shuo, who originally intended to sit beside him, out of the way

Yu Ziwei was secretly laughing behind, adding fuel to the fire: "What a good student, playing on the phone during class."

Sun Miao was a bit surprised, but it was only for a moment

Feng Ya hurriedly rummaged through her backpack, her own phone screen was dark and had not been turned on at all

"Take his phone with you, we are going to have a meal," Sun Miao said again

The two exchanged glances, and Feng Ya smiled at him, seemingly oblivious to his actions. This piqued Liang Daoxin's curiosity. Shouldn't a good student generally despise such behavior? She appeared to be quite indifferent to it.

Thinking of this, Feng Ya said: "Fang Zibo, come out for a moment, I need your help with something."

Hmm

Feng Ya asked Sun Miao: "Does he usually live here"

"Where shall we go to eat?" Feng Ya asked

What the hell, Feng Ya Yi?

Everyone respects him quite a bit; every time they eat, they do so in the restaurant. Even the most oblivious individuals will tidy up the things they have finished eating.

"Where to?" Feng Ya retorted

Accompanying this was a sound of footsteps. Zhao Ruoyang walked up to Feng Ya Yi, took the mobile phone from her hand, and said: "I thought I would have to change my phone again this month"

At that moment, a piece of music suddenly echoed in the quiet classroom. Everyone stopped their actions, including the political science teacher. Feng Yayi had not yet noticed the unusual atmosphere around her when the teacher called out to her: "Feng Yayi, turn off your phone"

Indeed, it caused quite a stir; she was publicly named.

Feng Ya took her wallet and phone, and for some reason, she subconsciously took Zhao Ruyang's phone. She walked out of the classroom and said to Sun Miao: "What's wrong?"

She withdrew her hand in pain, yet did not utter a sound. This was because she sensed Zhao Ruyang's inexplicable anger

Why can anyone do it, yet she just won't take the initiative to reach out to him

Liang Daoxin greeted Sun Miao and then turned to Feng Ya. The girl still wore an expression of indifference. Liang Daoxin pondered to himself that this little hamster class monitor seemed to be quite different from what he had imagined

However, Feng Ya was not certain either. She thought about discussing it with him privately and suggesting that Fang Zibo consult relevant doctors. Otherwise, blindly allowing him to immerse himself in hard study without addressing the root cause would be a torment for everyone involved

His reflection was cast on the floor-to-ceiling glass. Feng Ya looked up, and the two exchanged a glance. Zhao Ruyang expressed the same sentiment: "What the hell?"

Everyone couldn't help but clear their throats, exchanging glances with one another, all harboring the same thought: This is not the Zhao Ruyang I know, it absolutely is not; he has never been this gentle.

The Xinhhe Building is several stops away from the school, and the round trip takes forty minutes. The lunch break is not long either. Feng Ya secretly calculated that she would definitely be late again

In order to allow Feng Yayi to explain the problems, Fang Zibo threw all the books on the table to the floor. After carefully reviewing the incorrect problems, Feng Yayi discovered that besides writing incorrect numbers, Fang Zibo sometimes did not fully understand the requirements of the questions themselves

Perhaps she was so engrossed in staring at Zhao Ruoyang's food that Zhao Ruoyang misunderstood her intentions. The young man pushed the food in front of her and said to Feng Ya, "You eat, I will order another portion."

Feng Ya pressed her lips together and nodded slightly

"If I don't stay here, I just feel bored and don't know where to go, so I will remain here. After all, there is nothing outside that is more entertaining than this place," said Sun Miao

As she spoke, Sun Miao pulled Feng Yayi's arm and ran towards the stairwell. Upon reaching the school gate, Sun Miao raised her hand to hail a taxi, pulling Feng Yayi into the car and telling the driver: "Xinhe Building"

At this time, it is the best opportunity for many to skip class. Since the morning classes, Ye Shuo, Zhao Ruyang, and others have started discussing where to go in the afternoon, while only Fang Zibo remains unaffected, diligently seeking help from Feng Ya on a mathematics problem.

Zhao Ruoyang, who was chatting with Ye Shuo, looked up and asked Feng Ya, "Is there anything I can help with?"

Cleaning up the trash oneself is certainly better than being dealt with by Zhao Ruyang

The taxi stopped at the Xinhhe Building, and Sun Miao, familiar with the route, took Feng Yay with her upstairs. The elevator stopped at the 42nd floor, and as soon as the door opened, Feng Yay saw Liang Daoxin standing in the hallway smoking

She secretly sighed, indeed it is food for boys

At this moment, the door was knocked. Fang Zibo, who was closest, went to open the door, and the delivery person appeared before everyone, carrying a takeout box.

Every Thursday afternoon, the school teachers hold a collective meeting. The duration is not long, approximately one hour. Therefore, the first two classes on Thursday afternoon are generally self-study.

"Class is about to start," Zhao Ruyang reminded.

The more he looked, the more annoyed he became, so he simply left. Zhao Ruyang carelessly stuffed his headphones into his backpack, stood up, and strode away from Feng Ya Yi.

Sun Miao thought to himself, who said that Zhao Ruyang could not be controlled? Hasn't he sent Feng Ya to let him encounter some setbacks?

Sun Miao led Feng Ya into the building, where the door of 4201 was slightly ajar, and music and voices could be heard from inside. Sun Miao opened the door, and Feng Ya peered inside.

Feng Ya became increasingly anxious, looking around for any signs of movement. Finally, she found the source of the sound in Zhao Ruyang's drawer. She took out her phone and saw that it was a call from Ye Shuo. She steeled herself and pressed the button to end the call

By the time Feng Ya regained her senses, the political class had already progressed halfway, with notes suddenly covering the entire blackboard. She held the pen tightly, her hands resting on the notebook, yet she had no desire to start copying down any notes.

Feng Ya thought to herself that Zhao Ruyang would not be able to help with this busy matter either

Lin Shuo held up his chopsticks, his face filled with confusion

"Do I look that hungry?" Feng Ya asked

However, Zhao Ruoyang was quite surprised. He felt a sense of inevitability when he saw the girl take a seat beside him. Feng Ya nudged Zhao Ruoyang's arm and said, "Please help me get a pair of chopsticks."

These are not actually issues of ability or diligence; they appear to resemble symptoms of reading difficulties

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Feng Ya looked at Zhao Ruyang with curiosity, and he felt uneasy under the scrutinizing gaze of the girl, wishing he could reach out and shield himself from her bright, sparkling eyes

A billiard table, five computers, a projector, surround sound speakers, a complete array of gaming consoles, and even a slot machine. By the window, there is also a very professional-looking telescope

In fact, on the way here, Zhao Ruoyang had already stopped being angry. He also felt that his emotions at that time were inexplicable, but now Feng Ya actually offered a sincere apology

She did not speak out, merely nodding emphatically, pretending to fully agree with Feng Ya's words. In the end, Sun Miao added, "Yes, yes, Zhao Ruyang is indeed very strange"

It feels quite strange for someone who is accustomed to solving problems with their fists to receive such a heartfelt "I'm sorry"

Sun Miao whispered to Feng Ya: "This room was a birthday gift for Zhao Ruyang when he turned fifteen"

Her long eyelashes flutter, stirring a tingling sensation in the heart

However, the criticism from the political teacher seemed to trigger Feng Ya Yi's rebellious switch. Being late is being late; after all, it is better to take the initiative to confirm it rather than being misunderstood for having done something wrong.

You have been staring at my bowl for quite a while, even the braised egg has turned dark from your gaze Zhao Ruyang blinked innocently

Call Zhao Ruyang to take the chopsticks, do you really know who you are talking to

Tetris has been eliminated again, and she sits alone in an empty space. Although Feng Ya has a blank expression, her mind keeps wandering back to Zhao Ruyang.

The room is simply and neatly arranged, with no smell of tobacco; instead, there is a faint scent of citrus, which is quite pleasant to the senses

Indeed, as Feng Ya looked around, it was clear that the entertainment facilities here were comprehensive

Feng Ya couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Zhao Ruyang was left bewildered by her reaction; he touched his own face and asked, "What’s wrong with me?"

Is it strange? It is not strange. It is just that the parties involved do not understand

Several people joyfully took food to the restaurant. Although Zhao Ruyang is a boy, he has a slight obsession with cleanliness and does not like to mess up the house

This space resembles a loft-style layout, with an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling glass that is bright and transparent. A glance reveals the nearby river view, as if the river flows right beneath one's feet

At the end of the last class, Sun Miao ran to Class Seven to find Feng Ya. She jumped and shouted at the door: "Yi Yi, come out, hurry up!"

Hey, Zhao, wait for me

Unable to articulate the reason, a sense of guilt arose within Liang Daoxin as he felt like a thief. He decisively removed the cigarette from his mouth and extinguished it with a firm press.

Suddenly, the same sentiment echoed from all directions within the room. Hearing the commotion, Zhao Ruoyang, who was upstairs, leaned out from the corridor to look down.

Hold your phone well, I will take you to have a free meal

I have come to return your phone" Feng Ya said to Zhao Ruyang, shaking the phone in her left hand

A group of people quietly observed Zhao Ruoyang's reaction. He indeed reached out to take it, and after handing it over, he asked Feng Ya Yi, "What do you want to eat? If it's not enough, order more."

Apart from mathematics, in Chinese and English, he occasionally exhibits similar behavior. She often hears Fang Zibo say: "Are these two words the same? They don't look alike, do they?"

Zhao Ruyang felt a bit embarrassed, he turned his face away, cleared his throat, and said: "Oh, it's nothing."

Perhaps only I am so indecisive? Fang Zibo ran his fingers through his hair and left with those few people

Still not closing? The tone of the political teacher became increasingly harsh

Feng Ya glanced at the food on the table and then at Zhao Ruyang's bowl. In front of him was a takeout box containing a serving of braised pork rice, half a braised egg, and topped with a piece of crispy fried pork chop.

Upon hearing this, Fang Zibo immediately cupped his hands in a gesture of respect and said, "Since the boss has taken the initiative, Sister Yi, please rely on the boss."

Feng Ya nodded slightly

Before she could finish appreciating it, the voices of everyone in the room suddenly faded away, leaving only the loud rock music still screaming.

Feng Ya stood still in place, while Zhao Ruyang secretly glanced at her as he powered on the machine. After half a minute, the girl still had no further plans. Instead, it was Zhao Ruyang who could not contain himself and asked: "Aren't you leaving?"

The previously noisy atmosphere fell silent for a second, and everyone, including Sun Miao, was looking at Feng Ya Yi.