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“Why do you need information about others?”
Perhaps it was due to her annoyance at not being Pei Xingyan’s ‘special concern,’ or perhaps she felt she had been brushed off, but she was now clearly displeased.
“Just talking to a girl like that is utterly useless.
If you don’t want to stir up some serious trouble, you’d better spill the truth right now.”
Pei Xingyan began to threaten her with those words.
Tang Xin shivered, her pique instantly forgotten.
She quickly rattled off all the information she had about the girl:
The girl’s name was Lin Xiaoyu, a philosophy student at their university.
Given that she didn’t live in the dorms, her home was likely quite close to the school.
“That’s all?”
Pei Xingyan furrowed his brow.
“Yes, that’s all.
Isn’t that enough?”
“Sigh,” Pei Xingyan sighed, rising to his feet.
“I should have known you couldn’t be relied upon.”
He ambled back in the direction he had come from.
“Where are you going?”
Tang Xin pressed.
“Back to class.
I’d rather not fail any courses,” Pei Xingyan replied with a shrug, his pace quickening.
‘In truth, he didn’t care at all about failing, especially not an elective.’
‘As Tang Xin had rightly pointed out, school wasn’t where one learned how to earn a hundred thousand yuan a month.’
‘He merely feared that a certain heavy-hearted individual might rush to the school to find him.’
‘Should she witness him not only skipping class but also squatting beside a flowerbed, laughing with another girl, he truly had no idea what horrifying events might unfold.’
‘And as for this Lin Xiaoyu… he needed to make some proper inquiries, at least to understand what kind of person she was…’
‘Although he had forgotten to ask about the payment method, Pei Xingyan believed that the faster he could resolve her emotional knot, the sooner he would receive his money…’
With that thought, Pei Xingyan dashed back to his classroom.
He quietly eased open the back door, striving to avoid disturbing anyone.
After creating a gap wide enough for one person, he crept in, hugging the floor.
Fortunately, his seat was in the back row, and he had pulled off such stunts countless times before, possessing a high degree of familiarity.
He disturbed no one, while the lecturer at the front, still lost in their own world, continued to speak voluminously.
After crawling a few more steps, Pei Xingyan finally exhaled in relief.
With a surge of renewed energy, he prepared to clamber back into his seat.
However, his practiced movement was abruptly halted by an unexpected occupant in his seat.
A sickly girl occupied his spot.
Her complexion was far from healthy, and her frailty was self-evident, yet she carved out a space of isolated independence within the modest classroom.
His dormmates, who had been nearby, were now completely gone; not a soul remained around her, as if everyone was deliberately avoiding her.
Her eyes were cast down, long, curved eyelashes trembling subtly in an imperceptible breeze.
She meticulously examined the items Pei Xingyan had left on his desk: notes and textbooks alike.
She gazed at them briefly, then pursed her lips in thought.
When her peripheral vision caught sight of Pei Xingyan crouching beside her, her eyes instantly lit up with a brilliant sparkle.
With a gasp of surprise, the girl shuffled to the opposite side, pulling Pei Xingyan back into his own seat.
‘Pei Xingyan sighed silently in his heart.
He had known his worries were not unfounded.’
‘In the short span of a single break, she had ‘slaughtered’ her way over from the neighboring school, her terrifying efficiency as formidable as ever…’
“Ziwai…” he murmured, feigning reproach.
“What are you doing here?”
Ye Ziwai giggled, her head bowed, and subtly pointed towards the lecturer on the podium, who had been interrupted by Pei Xingyan’s return to his seat.
Pei Xingyan dared not speak further, burying his head low to avoid incurring the wrath of the furious lecturer.
Ye Ziwai’s silent amusement intensified.
Without a word, she took Pei Xingyan’s hand, caressing it within her smooth, delicate palm.
Fingers, palm, the spaces between his digits, and his wrist – she explored every part of his hand as if it were a precious artifact.
‘Yet, Pei Xingyan dared not move an inch.
This seemingly sickly girl could be truly terrifying if she ever went wild.
It was just his hand being played with; he simply had to endure it…’
Ye Ziwai’s perpetual frailty meant her entire arm was, understandably, skeletal, pressing uncomfortably against him.
Yet, her body was also cool, offering a touch of relief in the sweltering summer heat.
These two strange sensations intertwined, scratching at his heart, especially when Ye Ziwai’s fingers grazed his palm.
Thus, he could only endure the latter half of the class.
Ye Ziwai seemed endlessly fascinated by his simple hand, remaining immersed in her delight even as the bell signaled the end of the lesson.
The lecturer at the front, still not quite finished, realized it was already lunchtime.
The students, slowly beginning to stir into a clamor, made him abandon any thought of extending the class.
Pei Xingyan resolved to seize the opportunity to escape.
Just then, his dormmates, who for some reason had been forced to sit by the window, passed by him.
He immediately stood up and called out, “Want to grab some lunch together?”
His dormmates sullenly waved their hands, their gazes mournfully pointing towards the girl who had risen with him.
These young men, who dreamed of finding partners but had just suffered multiple emotional blows, now had no desire to see Pei Xingyan.
Pouting, they departed.
“Oh, yes, yes!” Ye Ziwai exclaimed gleefully, her voice carrying a slight hoarseness that was, nonetheless, masked by her cheerful tone.
Pei Xingyan didn’t even dare to sigh inwardly now.
He simply smiled, turning to help Ye Ziwai.
The girl, dressed in a cotton dress, was not particularly agile on her feet, and she clutched a pure black lady’s cane tightly in her hand.
Her legs were unsteady, and at times, when her condition worsened, she even required a wheelchair.
Seeing Pei Xingyan approach, she beamed, yet politely declined his support.
“I’ve been recovering really well recently!” an optimistic aura radiated from her.
“I don’t even need a wheelchair anymore.
Maybe in a little while, I’ll be able to walk normally!”
“How truly commendable,” Pei Xingyan responded indifferently, leading her out of the classroom.
Those eager for lunch had mostly departed, so the corridor wasn’t very crowded.
Still, he kept his hand near Ye Ziwai’s body, protecting her, and from a distance, it appeared as though he was embracing her waist.
Ye Ziwai walked with a wobbly, stumbling gait, yet she deliberately kicked her legs higher, her body momentarily losing balance and bumping against the protective circle Pei Xingyan had created for her.
“Xingyan-gege, that job you mentioned… what exactly is it?” she asked, feigning casualness as she brought up the topic.
However, she kept her head down, her gaze hidden in shadow, making it impossible for anyone to discern her true expression.
‘Pei Xingyan thought to himself, ‘So the little fox has finally shown her tail.’
‘He knew it; this one had definitely rushed over specifically for this matter.’
‘He wouldn’t reveal his hand so easily.’
He turned his head, staring intently at Ye Ziwai, and feigned ignorance.
“Job?
What job?”
Ye Ziwai froze for a moment.
Just as she was about to speak, several girls came running past them, shouting.
“Xiaoyu!
Lin Xiaoyu… wait for us!!”
By the time she snapped back to reality, she discovered that Pei Xingyan’s entire attention had been drawn away.
Ye Ziwai’s stunned expression lingered for a fraction longer.
Then, in an instant, she gripped her cane tightly, the veins on her delicate, pale hand bulging violently, like a brutal, coiling dragon.