Lingyuan chose to let that advice go in one ear and out the other. What classes did he even have this afternoon?
First period was English—no surprise there. That class sounded like the world’s best lullaby. He’d sleep peacefully for sure.
The rest were math, physics, and self-study.
If he wasn’t sleeping, Lingyuan used those periods to game with his buddies in a five-man squad.
Another day passed, packed full yet somehow empty.
As soon as he sat down, Lanfeng and his crew crowded around.
“I can’t believe my eyes! The class rep actually fed you by hand?” Lanfeng’s voice trembled—excitement or anger? Everyone nearby was itching for gossip.
“You saw wrong,” Lingyuan waved off, shoving messy test papers into his drawer. Time for a nap.
“Bro Ling, don’t sleep! Spill the details. Some of us chased the class rep and failed. Who knew you’d snag her?”
“Yeah! At noon, she fed you with those doting eyes, and you acted all shy?”
“If it were me, I’d eat on my knees!”
…
Lingyuan rolled his eyes. “I’m tired. Guess whatever you want. I’m sleeping.”
Those words were loaded.
Lanfeng leaned in, whispering, “Last night… did you sleep with the class rep?”
“No—I didn’t sleep with—ugh! Slander! I was grinding ranked matches seriously!”
“True. I saw you suffer fifteen consecutive losses last night,” Lanfeng nodded.
“I say, game with us on PC tonight. We’ll have fun together.”
“Mainly, I want to play lying down,” Lingyuan yawned. Sleepiness washed over him; his vision blurred. He waved irritably. “Sleep now. Talk later.”
“Tsk tsk.” Lanfeng clicked his tongue. How could someone his age sleep so much? Slept all morning, still sluggish—body must be weak. As a good bro, he’d gift Lingyuan goji berries next Monday.
But what drew the class rep to him? Her feeding him? Damn, that scene had everyone gnashing their teeth in envy.
The classroom buzzed until class officers returned. The noise faded as consciousness sank into slumber.
He woke five minutes before first period.
The homeroom teacher tapped his desk, jolting nappers awake. “Seat rearrangements,” he announced.
Seat changes? Not his problem.
Lingyuan’s head sank back onto his arms. Dead last meant this seat never moved.
“Yixinxue and Lanfeng swap seats. Others stay put.”
Like a thunderclap overhead—sleep vanished. Lingyuan froze like stone. Lanfeng mirrored him.
“Yixinxue’s right. We can’t abandon any student. She’ll supervise Lingyuan’s studies. No more sleeping in class.”
Why?! How?! Lingyuan screamed inwardly.
“Good brother, goodbye! I’ll miss you!” Lanfeng gripped his hand. Their corner seats were perfect—teachers never noticed them. But Yixinxue’s front-row spot meant Lanfeng could no longer slack off.
“You must be happy with the class rep!”
“Wait—the first part’s fine. What’s the last part mean?” Lingyuan, tearful moments ago, scowled.
“I have zero relationship with her! I swear on ten years of your lifespan.”
“Six. On my lifespan, in your name.”
“Get lost.” Lingyuan shoved his hand away, watching gloomily as Yixinxue moved her desk over.
“Lingyuan, help her.”
“No need, teacher. I’ve got it.”
After Lanfeng left, Yixinxue shifted her desk and books. Catching Lingyuan’s sour face, her lips curved up slightly.
No doubt—this swap was deliberate.
“Class rep, I’ve let go of you scolding me. No need to go this far.”
“Oh dear, I love helping classmates. Wang Aoran and Zhang Tao left early—they handle floor duty. Can you take their place?”
“…Ah… sure.” Lingyuan agreed absently. Then he realized: floor moppers waited till last, often leaving with the duty leader. Today’s leader was Yixinxue…
Watching him ponder, Yixinxue stretched lazily. “Well then, please take care of me.”
“Huh… ah…?”
Lingyuan instinctively looked up. Her uniform shirt rode up as she stretched, revealing a snow-white belly like polished art.
She stretched slow and long—almost deliberate.
Her waist so slender, lines meticulously drawn, skin glowing translucent. Lingyuan’s heart thumped hard.
Don’t stare…
He turned to the window, but the image replayed in his mind. His sister’s waist was similar. No wonder both were among the school’s top four beauties.
Yixinxue stopped stretching as he looked away, whispering with a smile, “So cute.”
He pretended disinterest in girls, but manhood won out.
“What’s cute?”
“The sticker on your desk.” She swept her hair back. “I didn’t expect white-haired girls on your cards.”
“Of course! I’m a white hair lover.” Anime talk energized him. He pulled unposted cards from his desk. “Want some? You’ve got white hair too.”
“Hmm…” She gently twirled her shoulder hair. “Between me and the card girl—who’s prettier?”
Holy crap! A hell-level difficult question!
