Chapter 4, you must not be wishing for death

Before Feng Ya could react, she felt a weight on her body as Zhao Ruyang collapsed onto her back

Yes, this is him

The principal was initially skeptical about the matter of "Zhao Ruyang having a fever," but upon seeing Feng Ya's earnest expression and Zhao Ruyang's pale complexion, he felt that there was some truth to the situation.

Zhao Ruyang had been silent all along, but at this moment, he asked Feng Ya, "What brings you here?"

Creed, Silver Mountain Water. She accurately discerned the scent of the perfume on the boy.

Feng Yayi was still unaware of the remarkable feat she had accomplished as she returned to class with the group. Passing by the school gate, Feng Yayi caught sight of a dark figure. Just from the silhouette, she felt a sense of familiarity.

After mentioning Miaomiao, Ye Shuo indeed fell silent. Even the principal, who stood not far away, felt astonished. Wasn't it always the case that the Zhao group would stir up some trouble during large gatherings? Today, the calmness seems a bit excessive

However, as soon as Feng Yayi realized, it was merely an accident. Yet this accident made her blush. A warm and clear citrus fragrance suddenly wafted from behind her, and the sensation of the first snow melting blossomed in Feng Yayi's mind

Zhao Ruyang irritably threw his backpack onto the ground, resting one hand on his forehead, and let out a soft sigh

At that moment, the class bell rang, and the principal waved his hand, saying: "You may go back now, but next time if you are ill, please bring a sick leave note"

In the eyes of others, Feng Ya is always the obedient academic achiever. She has good grades, a gentle personality, and speaks little. If anyone were to associate her with the Zhao family clique, no one would believe it

As Feng Ya walked out of the line, Teacher Chen happened to come over. She said to Feng Ya, "Ya, go explain to the principal and bring Zhao Ruyang along."

This felt like a sudden embrace, his body heat coming through the fabric, his breath gently brushing against her ear

Feng Ya stood to the side with her head tilted, watching as the boy wrote the number "7" above, while it turned into the number "1" below. She let out a sigh, and Fang Zibo looked up, asking: "What’s wrong?"

One week after the class division, Feng Yayi was elected as the class monitor. Given her academic performance, no one in the class naturally questioned this decision. Previously, others thought her personality was gentle and assumed that she would be easy to talk to as the class monitor, so they all cast their votes in favor. However, as they interacted with her more, they discovered that Feng Yayi was a person of strong principles; when it came to matters where she should not compromise, she would absolutely not yield.

But who would have thought that Feng Yayi would take out her homework and place it on Fang Zibo's desk? She asked Fang Zibo, "Aren't you usually someone who doesn't do homework?"

She took up her pen and corrected all the numbers he had written incorrectly, then returned the paper to Fang Zibo

The number was copied incorrectly, please take a look here

As she spoke, Feng Ya slightly nodded at the paper. Fang Zibo sighed and quickly picked up his pen to change the "1" to a "7".

The boy's eyes widened, almost letting out a shout. Feng Ya ignored him and quietly explained to Teacher Chen. The originally tense atmosphere became calm, and Teacher Chen shot a fierce glance at Ye Shuo, saying: "If it weren't for the fear of you embarrassing our class, you would be standing with me under the flagpole right now"

Are you running a fever

The boy is holding his backpack with one hand, enduring a scolding. He appears utterly bored, not saying a word, merely staring at the ground, with one foot sliding back and forth on the ground, his face clearly expressing the word "boredom".

What happened? asked Feng Ya

Ye Shuo was taken aback, his eyes narrowing slightly, and the handsome face of the young man indeed revealed a vigilant expression akin to that of a police dog. Feng Ya wanted to laugh, but she held it back. She said to Ye Shuo: "I will head back first"

The principal turned and left, leaving only Zhao Ruyang and Feng Ya Yi behind

She slowed her pace and looked towards the school gate, and indeed it was Zhao Ruyang

Feng Ya once saw a review of this perfume

Zhao Ruyang, are you not afraid of death? You actually vomited on me

Feng Ya took the paper and thought for a moment, then said: "Please give me your exam paper."

Hearing this, she was momentarily taken aback, secretly pondering whether the fever was real or not. Perhaps her hesitant expression was too obvious, as Ye Shuo made a sound while chewing gum: "Indeed, Zhao's reputation is poor; no one would believe he has a fever."

Before Feng Ya could finish her thought, she heard a retching sound beside her, followed by a warm sensation on her right arm. Feng Ya stiffened her neck and turned to the right, her hair standing on end.

Feng Ya lifted her foot and quietly said to Ye Shuo: "Don't do this next time, Miao Miao will be worried."

At this moment, Sun Miao in the distance stretched his head out from the line, seemingly trying to ascertain the situation on this side.

She responded with a sound and walked towards the school gate. Zhao Ruyang kept his head down, only raising it when Feng Ya approached. His expression remained unchanged, but his face was unusually pale, indicating that he indeed did not seem to be in good health

But who would have known that in the next question, Feng Ya glanced at Fang Zibo, who had written the numbers incorrectly again. Just as she was about to speak, someone tapped twice on the table

At that moment, Fang Zibo patted her shoulder. Feng Ya put away her phone and turned around. Fang Zibo handed over the test paper in his hand and said: "Thank you, Sister Jie"

No matter when, Ye Shuo could always accurately detect Sun Miao's gaze. He shrank his neck and said to Feng Ya in front of him: "Sister Yi, the alert has been lifted, we can wrap up now"

Although there is a certain degree of coverage, on windy days, it is simply a severe punishment. Everyone in the school can see the old bald man's helpless wisps of hair fluttering and his shiny bald head.

Although he did not understand the situation, Fang Zibo still handed over the exam paper. Feng Ya focused on the last few major questions, and as expected, they were all those minor issues.

He is not the kind of person who would take the initiative to get close to you, yet he somehow attracts others to take the initiative to get close to him

During the flag-raising ceremony, Zhao Ruyang indeed did not come. The homeroom teacher frowned and continued to reprimand the boys in the line, when Ye Shuo's nonchalant voice came from the back: "Teacher Chen, how many times do I have to say it? He is sick, and that is the reason."

Feng Yayi did not respond either. She returned to her seat and hugged her backpack. Her hands nestled inside the bag as she quietly sent a text message to Zhao Ruyang:

Feng Ya politely greeted the principal and explained the situation regarding Zhao Ruyang. Her voice has always been sweet and soft, sounding extremely pleasant. Even in moments of irritation, it can still make one patient enough to listen until the end

Indeed, as he said, not answering calls and not responding to messages

She is just too cute, even her fierce expression looks like a pout. Ye Shuo wanted to laugh, but Feng Ya's shoes had not yet left the top of his foot, and he did not want to suffer any more unwarranted misfortune

Last night, Old Tu had a heartfelt conversation with my dad. My dad took away my game console and, in his anger, broke one of my game cards. He said that if he hears me not doing my homework and failing again, he will smash all that junk metal right in front of me.

Ye Shuo watched the two of them coming and going, and curiously asked Fang Zibo, "What is she doing?"

Feng Ya stepped aside, and Ye Shuo said: "Sister Yi, Zhao will not participate in the flag-raising ceremony today; he has a fever"

Go to ... ... then go!

As soon as Feng Ya finished her duty, the first thing she did was to take out her backpack. She turned on her phone but did not see any messages from Zhao Ruyang

His impatience is so evident that it does not come off as annoying, but rather interesting

Fang Zibo shrugged his shoulders, his face still wearing a playful grin

Moreover, upon hearing this, Feng Ya seemed to realize that Lao Tu was likely Fang Zibo's maternal uncle

After sending it, she took out her hand and zipped up her backpack again

Feng Ya is simply going crazy

Many people have already arrived in the class, and with this shout, several classmates turned their attention to Feng Ya Yi. The gazes of those individuals kept darting between Fang Zi Bo and Feng Ya Yi, wondering when these two had become so close, which seemed quite inappropriate.

Fang Zibo shook his head in confusion and said, "I don't know"

Ye Shuo's harsh words were not yet finished when Feng Ya kicked him again. The pain caused him to swallow the rest of his sentence. She turned to glance at Ye Shuo, and in her small demeanor, there was indeed a hint of intimidation

The boy forced himself to take two steps but then stopped. Feng Ya walked over, picked up the backpack, and returned to Zhao Ruyang's side. Before she could turn around, she suddenly saw her own shadow being overshadowed by a larger shadow in front of her.

It's nothing

His voice was hoarse, and as Feng Ya glanced at him, she quickly averted her gaze

The new shoes, the Dunk he just bought, were stepped on twice by this hamster

Hearing the escalating argument behind her, Feng Yayi stepped out of the line and squeezed to the back. She hurriedly ran to her homeroom teacher, and just as Ye Shuo was about to speak, Feng Yayi stepped on his black sneakers.

Old Baldy is the nickname of the mathematics teacher. The teacher is over thirty years old, yet his head has long been a barren wasteland. In order to cover that expanse of white land, he can only desperately pile the remaining hair from the sides onto the center of his head

Although his tone was relaxed, Feng Ya felt that he was actually a bit sad. The boy sat on the chair, rummaging through his bag for a crumpled test paper while searching everywhere for a water-based pen. He quietly complained, "I just can't do well in math, what can I do about it? Everyone has their weaknesses, and I have tried hard enough."

She looked up, and standing in front of her was Ye Shuo. His mouth was moving, seemingly chewing gum. Ye Shuo raked his disheveled hair back and said, "Sister Yi, what are you doing standing here?"

Feng Ya turned her head and saw Fang Zibo leaning against the classroom door. The boy had red headphones hanging around his neck and waved at Feng Ya, saying: "Sister Yi, can I borrow your math homework to copy?"

On Monday, when Feng Ya arrived at class and took off her backpack, the seat beside her was empty. She could not articulate the subtle emotions that flickered through her mind, when she suddenly heard a voice from the classroom door calling out "Big Sister"

Feng Ya couldn't help but click her tongue, wondering whether these people truly did not know how to speak or if they were deliberately trying to provoke the teacher