“Oi, I think I just saw your brother,” Zhu Niao poked at Liu Xie, who was standing up and pretending to pack her things.
Actually, there wasn’t much to pack. The only thing she brought was a single book on ** postpartum care, and she hadn’t even brought a pen. The book wasn’t even the textbook for this class.
Liu Xie didn’t reply; she just kept tidying the one book on her desk, smoothing out every crease.
“Why are you still packing? You’re blocking your father’s way,” Ye Qingchang said as she tried to leave from Liu Xie’s side, but Liu Xie stood still, clearly blocking her path.
She couldn’t possibly follow Xiao Yi’an’s tail and exit from the other side at this moment.
Ah, but actually, she had given Yang Shuli, who was on Xu Nian’s other side, a signal.
Yang Shuli looked at Ye Qingchang, who kept blinking at him anxiously, then hurriedly asked Xu Nian for a bottle of eye drops and passed it over to Ye Qingchang.
Ye Qingchang felt a sense of salvation like never before the moment that eye drops landed in her hands.
Liu Xie just stayed silent, quietly packing.
Ye Qingchang swallowed back the curse she almost spat out and leaned in: “What are you packing so carefully for?”
Then she saw the book filled with endless onomatopoeic expressions like “hou oh oh oh oh…”
She was momentarily speechless.
In the end, all she could say to Liu Xie was: “So ethereal.”
Zhu Niao kicked Gou Yu, who was still half-asleep after class, right in the side, sending him stumbling onto the aisle floor with a dazed look as he clutched his butt.
“Stop packing. The more you pack, the more it makes you look like you’re not serious,” Zhu Niao lectured the stubborn Liu Xie.
“I could pack all day,” Liu Xie said seriously.
Zhu Niao seemed to understand something and looked toward the classroom door. The figure in the suit was still standing there quietly, neither anxious nor impatient.
Like a hunter waiting for prey to walk right into his trap.
“Good job, Captain Chong Guo,” Zhu Niao said, patting Liu Xie on the shoulder and giving a thumbs-up before turning and leaving.
Ye Qingchang glanced at Liu Xie, then at Xiao Yi’an, who had already walked some distance away, and chose to exit from the other side, leaving Liu Xie alone to face her own fate.
She hadn’t found a chance to say more than a few words to Xiao Yi’an the entire class.
Just sitting next to him felt exhausting enough, not to mention actively trying to start a conversation.
She didn’t want to say a single word, as if she despised everything right now.
Another important point was that Xiao Yi’an had been chatting with his main account during class.
Messages kept popping up on her side.
She dared not reply to a single one or even go into her contacts to set Xiao Yi’an to Do Not Disturb.
What if he happened to turn and look at her while she was doing that? She’d probably explode.
So she opened the game and put her entire phone into Do Not Disturb mode, pretending to focus intently on playing, blocking out all distractions and carefully avoiding the teacher’s notice.
Even so, she was still nervous, afraid Xiao Yi’an would discover her true identity.
She was wrong. When Liu Xie first tried to switch seats with her, she should have just switched right then instead of stubbornly refusing.
She should have stayed far away from Xiao Yi’an.
After sitting in prison for a whole class, Ye Qingchang finally behaved herself.
But the one who was even more obedient was Liu Xie, who was still in place with the classroom nearly empty except for her.
Oh, and the teacher on the podium, who seemed to be there only because of a rule that teachers can’t leave before students.
So now the teacher stood there with a puzzled look, staring at Liu Xie continuously packing her pages.
She seemed baffled by why this student could stay in the classroom so long, even delaying her own off-duty time.
Clear footsteps sounded behind her.
“Your roommate told me you’re packing inside and asked if I could help,” Liu Anran came up beside Liu Xie, having politely nodded to the teacher on the podium before that.
Then he saw the only book on Liu Xie’s desk.
He didn’t quite understand why one book could take so long to pack.
He shifted his steps slightly to get closer, wanting to see the contents of the book more clearly.
But Liu Xie noticed him approaching and quickly shut the book, not letting Liu Anran see a single character.
“No need, I can do it alone,” Liu Xie said, her tone betraying her panic.
Zhu Niao and Ye Qingchang wouldn’t mind, but Liu Anran must not see it.
It wasn’t like there’d be any real consequence if he did, but she simply refused, as if it would lead to some irreversible outcome.
“Hm.” Liu Anran glanced at the book again—** postpartum care.
Of course, he couldn’t suspect Liu Xie, even though she looked so flustered and nervous. At most, he was just curious.
“So you’re done packing now? Then can we leave?” Liu Anran asked.
Liu Xie dodged as much as she could but couldn’t avoid the question. Her expression immediately fell.
“Do we have to go?”
“Otherwise, I wouldn’t feel at ease,” Liu Anran said decisively.
“What do you have to worry about? As your younger brother, you should trust your big brother more. You should be more at ease with me. Why are you so worried about me?” Liu Xie struggled weakly.
“Because I love you.”
Thud.
It was the sound of the teacher’s water cup falling to the ground.
Liu Xie looked up at the shocked but still encouraging teacher, then back at Liu Anran standing beside her.
“No, we’re outside, not at home. What are you saying?!” Liu Xie lunged to cover Liu Anran’s mouth.
“You wouldn’t let me say it at home either, and I’m only telling the truth, not saying anything wrong,” Liu Anran said calmly. “Let’s go, and get used to the new environment. Although I remember you don’t usually have trouble sleeping.”
“You even know whether I have trouble sleeping?” Liu Xie raised an eyebrow.
“Because you always stay up on the bed until you’re delirious before sleeping. Even if it’s on the floor, you’d still fall asleep,” Liu Anran described her sleeping habits matter-of-factly.
He reached out his hand to her.
“I feel like you’re slandering me a little,” Liu Xie pouted but still put her hand in his.
“Give me the book too, I’ll hold it for you.”
“Hey hey hey, there has to be some personal space between people. You’re crossing the line.”