High school is the prime of youth, when hormones run wild for boys and girls. Sneaking a romance, holding hands, stealing a kiss—it’s all normal on campus.
Jiang Juan could understand. Normally, he’d turn a blind eye to such things, pretending not to see.
But this time, the main characters were heavyweights. He couldn’t stay out of it.
Guyen, a big name at Jiayuan Private School—well, a regular on the criticism bulletins. The other, Lin Qingya, voted campus beauty on the school forum. She was also a top student in the Gaokao rocket class, drawing huge attention.
If their romance got exposed, Jiang Juan, as student council president, might lose his semester scholarship.
“Explain. I’m listening.” Jiang Juan walked slowly forward, stopping a few steps in front of the boy. His lake-blue eyes reflected Guyen’s face.
“She tripped. I just helped her up.” Guyen yanked back his tracksuit, straightened up, and said casually.
“Hmph.” Jiang Juan let out a short laugh, his eyes full of amusement.
“Dating is banned on campus. I don’t think you want another bulletin mention.”
“Can’t you understand plain speech? I have nothing to do with her.” Guyen was annoyed by Lin Qingya’s earlier action, his tone harsh.
“Guyen!”
“We’re not close at all.” Guyen glanced sideways at Lin Qingya.
“Scumbag.” Lin Qingya grabbed her backpack from behind, threw it at Guyen, then turned and walked away.
Jiang Juan didn’t stop her. A faint smile curved his lips. “Scumbag?”
“Disgusting.” Guyen brushed the wrinkles off his clothes, stepped forward, and looked down at Jiang Juan from his 183cm height.
“So, is there anything else I need to explain?”
Jiang Juan stared silently at Guyen. Just as the other was about to leave, he suddenly yanked the tracksuit on Guyen’s shoulder.
*Not this move again*, flashed through Guyen’s mind. His body tilted forward uncontrollably.
Until a pair of lake-blue eyes appeared in his vision—cold and calm.
Jiang Juan pulled Guyen’s tracksuit, bringing their faces close. He could even smell the faint mint scent from Guyen’s hair.
“Don’t be so arrogant.” Jiang Juan yanked down the tracksuit, gave him a light push, and stepped back a few paces.
“This tracksuit is non-compliant. I’m confiscating it. Any objections?” Jiang Juan’s fair skin looked almost translucent in the sunlight. His rosy lips parted slightly in a sly smile.
Guyen straightened up, clenching his right hand slightly, then releasing it. After repeating this a few times, he gritted his teeth. “No.”
“Good. You may go, student Guyen.” Jiang Juan unfolded the tracksuit. Honestly, the Jordan logo was quite well-drawn.
“When will you return my tracksuit?”
“After high school graduation.” Jiang Juan said seriously.
“Fine. Very good, Jiang Juan. You’re great.” Guyen exhaled, nodding at him.
“Thanks. I know.” Jiang Juan nodded back.
“Guyen, done talking? Class is about to start!” Zhang Ning waved from afar, wearing his tracksuit.
Guyen first glanced at the Jordan logo that had accompanied him for over a year, then at Jiang Juan, and turned to leave.
“What about Lin, the campus beauty? Will she come watch the afternoon match?”
“I’m not close to her. Why bring her up?”
“Ah, alright. Um, where’s your tracksuit? You’ll need it for PE later.”
“Lost it.” Guyen said grumpily.
“No way! When we came out together, you were wearing it. You treat that suit like a treasure, waiting to channel Jordan in the match.”
“Why so chatty? Hurry up, come with me to Class 3.” Guyen kicked Zhang Ning lightly.
“Wait, class is starting soon. Who are you looking for?” Zhang Ning didn’t mind, casually brushing his pants.
“Borrow clothes. Without a tracksuit, what am I supposed to do for PE?”
“Vulgar! It’s buttocks, buttocks!” Zhang Ning shouted.
