After class break, I didn’t stay cooped up in the classroom. Instead, I stepped into the corridor, gazing down at the lawns and flowerbeds below. Lanling High School’s landscaping was genuinely nice. Farther out, the vast sports field enclosed by wire fencing swarmed with tiny, ant-like figures running and moving about.

The rumors about Lin Muke and me hadn’t spread further—scratch that. Take it back.

Because right then, a girl suddenly appeared beside me. Eyes slightly lowered, she gazed toward the distant field with me. Her school uniform hugged her curves—nothing short of spectacular. Calmly, she offered a greeting.

“What are you looking at, Classmate Ye?”

It was Lin Muke: Lanling High School’s undisputed class beauty of Class 3, Grade 1… and our class monitor.

I froze for a moment before snapping back.

“Oh, PE’s next… just feeling eager,” I mumbled.

What a clumsy lie. Truth was, I’d just come out like always—to breathe fresh air and clear my head.

After grinding problems for nearly an hour, my eyes ached and my brain buzzed. The classroom felt stuffy and crowded. So I’d slip out here, do nothing, just zone out staring at the soccer field’s vast green expanse.

What stunned me? After this morning’s chance chat, Lin Muke was talking to me again—during break. She had no idea the trouble this would cause.

Sure enough, I glanced back. Through the classroom window, nearly every boy—including Fang Liancheng—wore fierce, jealous glares.

Lin Muke noticed my odd look and turned. “What’s wrong…?”

…

These guys change expressions faster than flipping a book!

I muttered inwardly, turned away again. But with Lin Muke beside me, zoning out was impossible.

“About this morning… thank you,” she whispered. Or was it my imagination? She’d edged closer—shoulders almost touching.

Inside, the boys watched, jaws dropped.

“Did I see that right?” one stammered.

“I wish I had…” another choked.

Suddenly, one slammed his desk, grabbed his pen, and scribbled furiously.

“Hey, what’re you doing?!”

“I get it now! Ye Huaixian attracts girls—even class beauty Lin Muke—’cause he’s a top student!”

—“JOJO, I’M DONE BEING A SLACKER!”

*Books hold houses of gold and beauties beyond compare.*

Ye Huaixian never imagined he’d accidentally preach that truth to the whole class.

Fang Liancheng’s stomach twisted. Then he sighed: *Hey, I got Ye’s prized notebook dirt cheap. Basically a harem of three thousand beauties. Whatever.*

Some boys scrambled toward “top student” status. Others stared out the window at the pair, speechless, hearts breaking.

*She’s our goddess—the class beauty! How could she go for Ye Huaixian, that dense guy…?*

Then—another jaw-dropping moment.

That dense guy…

Wait. Ye Huaixian actually stepped two paces sideways, reopening the gap Lin Muke had closed.

Pfft!

A chorus of imaginary blood-coughing filled the room.

*The goddess you’d never dream of approaching comes to YOU—and you sidestep?!*

You think you’re Tang Sanzang passing through the Kingdom of Women?!

Truly: some guys die of thirst, while others drown in attention.