Chen Jinghua hadn’t expected Bo Jiangxin to come looking for him less than a day after they’d changed seats.
Bo Jiangxin didn’t say why, just that he wanted to change seats.
Without a reason, Chen Jinghua certainly wouldn’t agree easily, so he asked him why.
As soon as he asked, he suddenly noticed a small, nervous figure standing at the office door.
“Xiang Di? Is something wrong?”
Hearing Xiang Di’s name, Bo Jiangxin’s eyelids trembled slightly, and he turned around.
Xiang Di quickly shook her head: “No, no, I was just walking around casually, digesting my dinner.” Then she scurried away.
Chen Jinghua ignored her and continued to ask Bo Jiangxin for the reason he wanted to change seats.
Chen Jinghua gave him an example: “For instance, if someone keeps talking to you and disturbing your studies, or if they have ADHD and always cause trouble for you, you have to give me a reason, right?”
Bo Jiangxin frowned.
How could he explain this?
Throughout the day, the girl’s wild and fragmented thoughts filled his mind.
She would be shocked that the English teacher wore a dress today that she had worn before, she would be happy because she ate her favorite dish at noon, and she would complain about a sudden downpour in the afternoon, saying her white shoes would get dirty again.
He was just doing his homework, and she said she liked her “husband” studying seriously the most, his deep brow bone and straight nose, the way he held his pen, his beautiful, slender fingers, and even the slightly raised veins and bones on the back of his hand, even his lowered eyelashes and pursed lips, all were so handsome and captivating, she loved them so much.
[Love, love, love! I love every part of my husband!]
His fingertip gently rubbed the pen, and Bo Jiangxin closed his eyes helplessly.
Did she really like him that much?
Those explicit and ardent inner confessions made him unsure of what posture to continue writing in.
As soon as he thought she was watching him, any posture felt awkward.
But no matter how turbulent his heart was, he could only pretend on the surface that he hadn’t heard anything.
If she liked him, then so be it, just pretend there was a little chirping sparrow sitting next to him that liked him.
What Bo Jiangxin truly couldn’t stand were the explicit things in her mind.
A sudden rain fell in the afternoon, and it remained a bit stuffy in the classroom until evening.
After dinner, returning from outside, Bo Jiangxin unbuttoned his school uniform jacket, intending to get some air, when he suddenly heard her, who was originally at her seat reciting English, say: “Such a sexy Adam’s apple, such a sexy Adam’s apple mole.”
Even Bo Jiangxin himself would often forget the existence of this mole, but Xiang Di loved it immensely, thinking its position was truly exquisite.
If there had to be a flaw in Bo Jiangxin’s clear and ethereal physique, it could only be this mole.
His mole was located on the prominence of his Adam’s apple, simply the greatest work of art of the 21st century, the finishing touch that brings a painting to life, the flower that adds beauty to brocade, the pair of wings that makes a tiger more powerful.
[What are corner-of-the-eye moles, nose-tip moles, ear-bone moles? They’re all so weak. I will unilaterally uphold this mole as the Jade Emperor Mole, build temples for it, offer incense, enjoy the worship of ten thousand moles, greet the Mole Emperor, Long Live the Mole Emperor, long live, long live, and long long live!]
This was truly a dragon king’s temple being flooded by a great river; these days, even a mole could be an emperor.
Bo Jiangxin refused to comment on this, and silently pulled up his school uniform again, zipping it all the way to the top, firmly covering his Adam’s apple, and decided to wear a high-necked shirt under his school uniform tomorrow.
When he dressed more conservatively, she was indeed disappointed.
[Why did he zip it up so quickly again? I hadn’t seen enough.]
But the next second she cheered up immediately.
[It’s okay, this means my husband observes male virtues, he’s a good man.]
[No one but me should even think about looking at my husband’s beautiful body. My husband’s body can only be seen by me alone in this life!]
Bo Jiangxin secretly gritted his teeth.
A perverted marmot.
Others can’t see it, and you, in this lifetime, also won’t, think, see, it.
He thought the mole issue was over; she couldn’t see it, so she should finally be honest.
However,
[I really want to kiss his sexy Adam’s apple mole.]
[If I can’t kiss this mole, then my appearance, my figure, and some of my social etiquette, good virtues, good personality, and even my soul will be destroyed.]
Then let it be destroyed, quickly.
Bo Jiangxin silently said.
[Forget it, I can’t kiss it in reality, but it’s not illegal to fantasize, right?]
Bo Jiangxin slightly widened his eyes.
Here it came again.
The immersive sense of imagery returned.
This time the perspective was no longer first-person but more like a third-person view from an adult film.
The camera zoomed in for a close-up of his Adam’s apple, then he saw Xiang Di lean in to kiss it, gently nibbling his protruding Adam’s apple with her teeth.
Just biting wasn’t enough for her; she actually stuck out a tiny bit of her tongue, wrapped it around, slowly circled it, moistened it, and then Bo Jiangxin heard his own indescribable low, muffled groan.
“Xiang—”
Before he could even say the word “Di,” Xiang Di suddenly stood up from her seat, unsure who she was talking to.
“It’s so stuffy in the classroom, I’m going out to get some fresh air.”
As she ran out of the classroom, Bo Jiangxin clearly saw her unnaturally red cheeks and tightly pressed lips.
[No, no, kissing the Adam’s apple is too hot. I really can’t stay in the classroom. I should go out and cool down, and come back when the bell rings for class.]
In her imagination, they had even made love, and now she couldn’t handle just kissing his Adam’s apple.
Even if she wanted to fantasize, he would endure it if she fantasized about relatively pure idol drama scenarios.
Bo Jiangxin only felt his temples throbbing, and pressing them down was no use.
There was no choice; he could only come to the homeroom teacher and request a seat change.
But when the homeroom teacher asked him why he wanted to change seats, he couldn’t give a reason.
Moreover, he couldn’t forcibly describe a quiet girl as a “wild monkey” just to change seats, and the homeroom teacher wouldn’t believe him anyway.
“I’m not familiar with her, we don’t have anything to talk about,” Bo Jiangxin could only say.
Chen Jinghua said: “That’s exactly why you should be unfamiliar. If I arrange someone you’re familiar with, you’ll talk endlessly all day. Do you still want to take the college entrance exam? Right now, you study yours, she studies hers, neither of you bothers the other. Isn’t this perfect?”
“…”
Haha, accompanying her in her mind acting out adult films every day, is that “not bothering”?
“She and I aren’t suitable as deskmates,” Bo Jiangxin said again.
Chen Jinghua: “Where are you two not suitable?”
Bo Jiangxin: “Nowhere are we suitable.”
Chen Jinghua asked tentatively: “Bo Jiangxin, tell me the truth, have something happened between you and Xiang Di recently?”
Bo Jiangxin said calmly: “Nothing happened between us.”
Chen Jinghua then used his words to push back: “You mean you and Xiang Di are neither familiar nor have any conflicts, so why do you still want to change seats?”
Slightly biting his lower lip, Bo Jiangxin said: “She affects me.”
“How does she affect you? She’s such a quiet girl, she hasn’t provoked you or bothered you,” Chen Jinghua smiled, then asked, “Is it because she’s pretty? So she affects you?”
Bo Jiangxin: “It has nothing to do with her being pretty.”
“Then what does it have to do with?”
“It has nothing to do with anything; we’re just simply not suitable as deskmates.”
He kept repeating the same thing for a long time, as if he hadn’t said anything at all, not revealing any information.
Chen Jinghua sighed and directly hinted.
“Actually, changing seats is a small matter. If you want to change, the teacher can’t force you not to,” Chen Jinghua said. “The teacher is also afraid of delaying your studies, so how about this? If there’s something you can’t express, something you’re uncomfortable telling the teacher directly, I’ll call Xiang Di over, and you two can talk properly alone. If neither of you wants to be deskmates, then we’ll change.”
Bo Jiangxin frowned, and Chen Jinghua patiently watched him.
However, in the end, Bo Jiangxin still said nothing, just dropped a sentence: “You don’t need to call her. It’s just my problem. I won’t change.”
Then he left the office.
Quite the gentleman, he hinted to this extent and still wouldn’t confess, afraid that his homeroom teacher would talk to Xiang Di and hurt the girl’s feelings.
Chen Jinghua pouted.
When Ye Minjia came to report to him earlier, Chen Jinghua initially didn’t believe it.
First, he thought, how could such a well-behaved girl like Xiang Di secretly date a boy behind the teacher’s back? But then he thought, if Bo Jiangxin, whom he had personally taught from first year to third year of high school and who had almost no interaction with girls for three years, could date behind his back, then anything was possible for Xiang Di.
Second, even if they had dated and now broken up, at most it would have been for one semester.
How deep could their feelings be? It wouldn’t be enough to make Bo Jiangxin feel averse to studying.
Naughty students are hard to manage, but obedient students are even harder to manage, because their self-esteem is often stronger than that of mischievous students.
They are thin-skinned and can’t handle criticism.
If forcefully educated, it can backfire and cause psychological rebellion.
Educating them must be done with proper methods and not rashly.
So Chen Jinghua temporarily rearranged the already sorted seating chart, switching Bo Jiangxin and Liang Qianqian’s seats.
He wanted to see what was really going on with Bo Jiangxin and Xiang Di, who he had always considered to be undeniably good students.
Assuming they had truly broken up, leading to Bo Jiangxin’s aversion to studying, arranging them as deskmates could at least temporarily alleviate Bo Jiangxin’s heartbreak.
Assuming Ye Minjia’s information was incorrect and the two were not familiar with each other at all, then being deskmates for a while wouldn’t have too much impact.
They could just be separated the next time seats were changed.
This is called professionalism.
Who wouldn’t praise his brilliant arrangement and say, “Teacher, you truly have good intentions”?
Chen Jinghua proudly flicked his sparse bangs.
Kids these days are truly difficult to manage.
Luckily, he had rich teaching experience. If it were a young teacher with insufficient experience, directly calling the parents of both children to school, it would be a disaster.
Later, after the college entrance examination, if these two kids didn’t invite him to their appreciation dinner, he’d be upset no matter what.
Xiang Di stood dejectedly in the corridor, still daydreaming.
Why did Bo Jiangxin go to the teacher and say he wanted to change seats?
Although she also had the idea of changing seats, she was actually reluctant in her heart.
It was just because she was too excited and too shy, and couldn’t bring herself to say it, so she thought it would be better to just secretly have a crush.
But what could be Bo Jiangxin’s reason?
Could it be that being her deskmate also made it hard for him to calm down?
Xiang Di unconsciously bit her lip.
This bold thought flashed through her mind like a meteor, then disappeared instantly.
She quickly shook her head again, impossible, don’t be narcissistic.
After three years of secret adoration, she had fantasized and hoped countless times that perhaps Bo Jiangxin had noticed her, but the reality was cruel; he had never noticed her, he didn’t even know she was his classmate.
Confessing was impossible, because she would be 100% rejected, so she wouldn’t subject herself to that blow. Once the college entrance examination was over, her secret crush would quietly come to a “Bad Ending.”
How could she dare to truly hope for something as lucky as a secret crush coming true?
Bo Jiangxin probably didn’t want to be her deskmate because he had never had a female deskmate, so he wasn’t used to it, even though she had been very careful to maintain her distance from him.
He was the top student in their grade, and the teacher liked him so much, they would probably adjust their seats soon.
Perhaps after tonight’s evening self-study, this beautiful dream of being deskmates with her crush would end.
Xiang Di comforted herself, no need to be too disappointed.
Even a one-day beautiful dream was good enough.
After all, being in the same class as Bo Jiangxin, secretly calling him “husband” in her heart, and occasionally fantasizing about inappropriate scenes with him to relieve study pressure, she had already lived a very happy year in her third year of high school.
The bell for evening self-study rang, Xiang Di had comforted herself and was ready to enter the classroom.
As she turned around, she happened to run into Bo Jiangxin, who was returning from the office.
Bo Jiangxin saw her, and his expression also paused.
Both of them were about to enter the classroom, and Xiang Di immediately stepped aside, good-naturedly saying, “You go first.”
[It’s okay, even if I can only be his deskmate for one day, it’s still pretty good.]
Listening to her somewhat dejected inner voice, while her face showed politeness towards him, Bo Jiangxin’s brows furrowed slightly. He said nothing and walked straight in.
Today’s evening self-study was taken up by the biology teacher, as she was going to go over the biology test they had taken earlier.
She gave the test papers to the class representative to hand out.
While the class representative was distributing the papers, the biology teacher began to summarize the difficulty of this exam.
The summary was that the questions weren’t difficult, so everyone’s scores were relatively high.
The biology teacher said: “Actually, given the level of our key class, this test should have at least an 85 or above to be considered passing. But there are still a few careless students, I won’t name names here, but how could you only score in the seventies on such a simple test? What’s going on? Reflect on yourselves.”
Bo Jiangxin looked at his test paper expressionlessly.
The first digit of his score wasn’t even 7, but 6.
He wasn’t surprised by this result, as he had left the last two major questions blank.
The combined value of those two questions was thirty-one points.
Ye Minjia, who sat behind him, scored 96 and was quite pleased at the moment. He glanced at his deskmate Liang Qianqian’s score and felt relieved.
Indeed, confidence comes from comparison.
When he used to be deskmates with Bo Jiangxin, those were truly bitter days.
“Tch, only 89, not even 90, you’re no good.”
Liang Qianqian retorted unhappily: “You’re not even the highest score in the class, what are you boasting about?”
Ye Minjia raised an eyebrow: “How do you know I’m not the highest score in the class?”
Liang Qianqian snorted.
“Nonsense, with Bo Jiangxin here, you still think you can get the highest score?”
Ye Minjia stood up directly to look at Bo Jiangxin’s test paper score.
“Hahahahahahaha, Bo Jiangxin, so you too have a day when you score in the sixties!!”
Ye Minjia roared cheerfully: “Oi! Awesome! I’m getting better too!!”
With Ye Minjia’s shout, everyone in the class knew that Bo Jiangxin had only scored in the sixties this time.
“Really?”
“Bo Jiangxin only scored in the sixties?”
“Damn, even I scored over eighty, so I’m even better than Bo Jiangxin?”
“Did you read it wrong?”
Everyone was disbelieving and crowded around to see Bo Jiangxin’s score.
Xiang Di also couldn’t believe it and leaned over to look.
However, it truly was in the sixties; a “68” was strikingly written in red pen on Bo Jiangxin’s test paper.
She gasped in shock.
[Ah?? Husband only scored sixty-eight this time??]
[Emmm, suddenly I don’t seem to like him that much anymore. I’m a bit disillusioned with him.]
Bo Jiangxin:
When Ye Minjia had just mocked him for scoring only in the sixties, he felt nothing. When his classmates crowded around to look at his paper, he also felt nothing.
Because he knew this wasn’t his true ability.
But when Xiang Di learned he scored sixty-eight and said she suddenly didn’t like him that much anymore, Bo Jiangxin actually chuckled in anger.
First of all, never mind why he only scored sixty-eight this time.
Secondly, she was acting out adult films with him in her head this afternoon, licking and biting the mole on his Adam’s apple, and now as soon as she saw he only scored sixty-eight, she immediately turned her back on him.
He had never seen such a snob.
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