Chapter 8: I'm Going to Reveal Your Secret!

I don’t want to guess.

Bai Qingxia’s face remained expressionless as she opened her English textbook for the first period, preparing to preview the lesson, making it perfectly clear she had no intention of engaging with Lu Yuanqiu.

“Guess,” Lu Yuanqiu pressed.

Bai Qingxia’s lips tightened slightly, still ignoring him. She turned her face the other way, as if she were engrossed in her English book.

Lu Yuanqiu rested his head on his hand and drawled, “If you won’t guess, I’ll reveal your secret. Three, two—”

Bai Qingxia immediately turned her head, breathing lightly, her expression a mix of shame and anger as she glared at him.

Obediently, she asked, “What kind of god are you?”

Her voice, clear and bright, was tinged with reluctant grievance.

Lu Yuanqiu smiled. “The god of love.”

Bai Qingxia frowned. “How childish!”

She let out a huff in exasperation and turned away, returning to her English textbook.

Lu Yuanqiu smiled indulgently, propping his head on one hand, unabashedly turning to watch Bai Qingxia.

For some reason, saving this girl felt like having raised her himself; as he watched, it was as though he were looking at a daughter he’d painstakingly brought up.

He couldn’t help but tease her, just to see the subtle changes in her expression, as if to confirm that she was vividly alive.

The breeze from the window gently lifted her hair, and in the morning light, a golden sheen shimmered across the strands.

Her eyelashes were long, brows delicate as willow leaves, lips soft and pink, her nose elegant and straight, as if carving out a lovely, rounded L-shaped white curve against the azure sky.

A minute passed.

Bai Qingxia couldn’t take it anymore. She turned to him in embarrassment and annoyance. “What are you looking at?”

Lu Yuanqiu blinked. “Nothing. I was just wondering why your mouth is so small.”

“How childish!”

Bai Qingxia pressed her lips together tightly, trying to hide them from his gaze, and turned away.

Lu Yuanqiu withdrew his gaze, reached into his backpack, and took out a steaming bag of meat buns, handing them to her. “Eat them during the big break,” he commanded.

“I don’t want them.”

Her response was cold and clear.

Lu Yuanqiu widened his eyes. “How dare you say no? Do you really think I won’t—”

The girl obediently took the buns, giving him a beautiful but angry glare.

Lu Yuanqiu, satisfied, praised her like an old hand, “Ah, that’s better. Just be good.”

Bang!

Liu Wei slammed her hand down on the teacher’s desk again. The high achievers in the front row closed their eyes in despair, getting a face full of chalk dust.

She adjusted her glasses, her tone pointed. “You’re in your last year of high school. I hope you’re all clear about your goals!”

“Are you going to keep muddling through, or are you going to give it your all and try to turn your bicycle into a motorbike?”

If you waste this year, she continued, neglecting your homework, talking in class, dragging down your grades, and even distracting other students—like a certain someone—you’ll only be making life harder for yourself in the future.

Lu Yuanqiu leaned back, the corners of his mouth twisting slightly.

Wei, do you know? There are so many paths in this world—school isn’t the only one.

He’d already experienced what it was like to have a net worth in the hundreds of millions, but honestly, every class has its own troubles. Money doesn’t guarantee a carefree life.

His family wasn’t poor; he could coast on his family’s wealth and never worry about houses or cars. Although he was starting over, he didn’t plan to work himself to death this time.

He hadn’t gone to college in his previous life. Now, he wanted to see what it was like.

But with his current grades, getting into college was a bit of a stretch.

Yet, with academic genius Bai Qingxia at his side, Lu Yuanqiu felt a sudden surge of confidence.

Sometimes he really wondered how Zhong Jincheng managed such stellar grades. The guy was always thinking about girls, yet he still ranked second in the year.

Comparisons really are odious.

Lu Yuanqiu sighed and slapped his thigh.

Bai Qingxia jumped, quickly pressing her long legs together and pulling them in.

He apologized immediately. “Sorry, wrong target.”

“The first period is English. Get your textbooks ready!” the homeroom teacher Liu Wei ordered. She was the Chinese teacher.

After a few more words of advice, she glanced nervously at the corner by the window, raised her hand to point sternly at Lu Yuanqiu, and fixed him with a silent, threatening glare before leaving the classroom.

The English teacher, holding her lesson plan and textbook, had been waiting at the door.

After exchanging a cordial nod with Liu Wei, she entered.

A pair of shapely legs in black stockings came into view.

“Wow—”

The entire class whooped, eyes locked on the young, attractive English teacher.

Her name was Su Miaomiao. Recently graduated, she wasn’t stunningly beautiful, but she was fresh-faced, had a great figure, carried herself well, and had a lovely personality.

She hoped to get along with her students, and Zhong Jincheng, for one, was hoping to get along with the hem of her skirt.

Lu Yuanqiu glanced to the right. Sure enough, the rascal by the door had slowly lowered his hand.

The bell rang.

Thud—a head hit the desk on the right. Zheng Yifeng had instantly fallen asleep, snoring softly but deeply.

Lu Yuanqiu pulled out his English textbook.

Looking at the pristine portrait on the first page, his hands itched to draw dark circles and a little mustache on it.

He forcibly restrained his right hand, as if battling with himself, fighting off the urge to indulge in his slacker habits.

No! No!

No way!

I can’t draw!

This time, I have to study hard!

Cursed muscle memory!

Bai Qingxia turned, eyeing Lu Yuanqiu curiously, but said nothing—after all, the boys in class could be rather childish.

Take Lu Yuanqiu, for example. She’d often seen him, in the middle of walking, suddenly leap up and mimic a basketball shot out of nowhere.

At those times, Bai Qingxia would pause and stare at him in bewilderment. To avoid being caught, she’d quickly drop her gaze and hurry past him.

Since then, she’d come to realize that Lu Yuanqiu was… peculiar.

Whenever he passed a trash can, he’d instinctively twitch his hand. Whether it was a paper ball or an empty bottle, he’d have to toss it into the bin in a perfect arc.

If it didn’t go in, he’d awkwardly retrieve it and throw it again from the same spot.

Once, during a break, it took him the entire period to get it in. Bai Qingxia, seated in the classroom, turned to watch the busy figure in the corridor, her beautiful eyes fixed, mesmerized, for the whole break.

“What are you doing?” Bai Qingxia finally couldn’t take it. Lu Yuanqiu was still pressing down on his right arm, making both their joined desks tremble.

Lu Yuanqiu looked grave. “There’s a demon in my right hand, trying to break free. Bai Qingxia, can you help me hold it down?”

No response came. He turned to see Bai Qingxia gazing at him as if he were an idiot, her eyes utterly devoid of light.

“Come on, can’t you be a little playful?”

“Childish!”

She muttered under her breath, turned away, and drew an imaginary boundary across the desk as if it were a great canyon.

Lu Yuanqiu wanted to keep talking, but suddenly he heard English teacher Su Miaomiao call his name.

“Lu Yuanqiu, please stand and read the first paragraph for the class. Let’s see how well you’ve prepared.”

He was a little stunned.

Su Miaomiao smiled gently. “It’s all right. There are a lot of new words—if you run into any you don’t know, just pause.”

So gentle… Zhong Jincheng’s eyes sparkled with admiration, his right hand busy scribbling.

Lu Yuanqiu stood, opened his clean textbook, and began to read the first paragraph aloud, perfectly naturally.

As soon as the first word left his lips, Su Miaomiao’s expression changed. She looked up from her book in surprise.

The whole class turned to look.

Bai Qingxia, too, glanced over in astonishment, her beautiful eyes fixed on the boy beside her.

Such flawless pronunciation…

And it was British English!

What on earth had happened to Lu Yuanqiu?

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