After Song Jinxi finished organizing her things, she noticed Jiang Shuyi was missing and quickly ran after her.

But as soon as she stepped outside, she inadvertently glanced into the distance and saw Wen Yao gently patting Jiang Shuyi's head. Then, the dazed Alpha stood up and eventually walked away, holding Wen Yao's hand...

Seeing this scene, Song Jinxi froze in place.

"Song Jinxi, what are you doing standing here?" Yan Jingshu slowly walked out of the store.

Startled, Song Jinxi quickly raised her hand to cover Yan Jingshu's eyes.

Feeling her eyes covered, Yan Jingshu was quite displeased.

"What are you doing?"

"Song Jinxi, take your hand off my eyes." she commanded.

"Wait a minute..." Song Jinxi shook her head.

—Wait until those two leave...

"Do you not understand when I tell you to let go?"

"Song Jinxi." Yan Jingshu's tone began to carry some anger.

But Song Jinxi did not lower her hand.

She knew that this proud Omega, who always maintained a delicate smile, had been in a bad mood since hearing Jiang Shuyi call her "wife" today.

Her intuition told Song Jinxi that she couldn't let Yan Jingshu see Jiang Shuyi and Wen Yao together.

"I said let go, did you hear me, Song Jinxi?" Yan Jingshu pinched the back of Song Jinxi's hand hard with her fingers.

"Ow!" In the end, Song Jinxi couldn't help but pull her hand away.

Yan Jingshu scrutinized the direction Song Jinxi was concerned about.

What came into Yan Jingshu's view was Jiang Shuyi, with her head down, tilting her neck for Wen Yao to put the scarf around her neck.

Yan Jingshu's throat quietly rolled.

Song Jinxi watched as Yan Jingshu stared intently at the scene in the distance, noticing that her eyelashes were gently trembling.

She thought Yan Jingshu was about to cry and couldn't help but feel a bit flustered, "Hey, Yan Jingshu, you..."

"...Who do you think I am, Song Jinxi?"

A hint of a smile squeezed out of Yan Jingshu's face, looking just as indifferent as usual, "Isn't it just Jiang Shuyi?"

"Am I going to be upset because she's with an Omega?"

"Do you think I would get upset over something like this?"

Yan Jingshu fired off three rhetorical questions in succession.

". . ." Song Jinxi looked at her expression and didn't respond.

"...Is that so? You really don't care?" Song Jinxi looked into Yan Jingshu's eyes.

Even though Yan Jingshu appeared calm and self-satisfied, Song Jinxī couldn't shake the feeling that her inner thoughts were far from serene.

Having grown up with Yan Jingshu, she knew well.

This person cared a lot about her image, was extremely proud, and couldn't lower her guard in front of anyone.

Yan Jingshu smiled nonchalantly. "What Jiang Shuyi does has nothing to do with me..."

As she spoke, she turned her back, no longer looking at the drunken Alpha in the distance, and quickly walked toward the parking lot.

". . ."

Watching her tightly clutching her bag, Song Jinxi didn't say anything more.

---

The next day, when Song Jinxi arrived at school, she found Jiang Shuyi sitting at her desk, writing furiously.

"...What are you doing?"

"Working on physics problems." Jiang Shuyi rubbed her forehead and replied gloomily.

Other subjects were manageable, but Jiang Shuyi had truly forgotten how to tackle physics problems, and every time she tried to solve them, it took a lot of time.

Speaking of which, I've never been good at physics since middle school...Jiang Shuyi thought.

What kind of backlash is this?

"You're writing problems again?"

 Song Jinxi was shocked, Jiang Shuyi had really been working hard this month. She had seen her do a lot of exercises.

In her mind, Jiang Shuyi was not someone who would study like this.

"But Wen Yao told me to." Jiang Shuyi said without looking up.

—How did I detect a hint of pride in her words?

Song Jinxi couldn't help but be speechless.

"You really listen to Wen Yao too much, don't you?" Song Jinxī exclaimed. "Are you really the school bully?"

Although Wen Yao was the class monitor, it was still strange that Jiang Shuyi would write just because Wen Yao asked her to.

Jiang Shuyi looked at her curiously. "What's the conflict between listening to Wen Yao and being the school bully? I don't think there is one."

". . ."

Song Jinxi couldn't help but recall yesterday's "wife" and the way they held hands while walking...

"Actually, I wanted to ask you this yesterday, Jiang Shuyi."

"Mm?" Jiang Shuyi responded dully, clearly not in a good mood because of the problems she was working on.

"You don't like Yan Jingshu anymore?" Song Jinxi turned her pen in her hand and looked at Jiang Shuyi with some curiosity.

"Mm, I don't like her anymore." Jiang Shuyi answered decisively.

"...Oh," Song Jinxi felt as if she had guessed the answer before asking, so she wasn't particularly surprised, "Then do you like Wen Yao now?"

Jiang Shuyi's ears turned red, and her writing speed increased, "...I don't."

"Just yesterday, I saw the class monitor holding your hand." Song Jinxi found her reaction quite amusing, so she continued to ask, "You two didn't go home together, did you?"

"Yeah..." Jiang Shuyi nodded honestly without denying it.

But then she quickly realized that this statement could be misunderstood and hurriedly added, "We took a taxi back to our own homes, we didn't go anywhere else."

"So nothing happened between you?" Song Jinxi's eyes took on a more probing look.

Why would someone as polite and cold as Wen Yao allow Jiang Shuyi to call her "wife"?

Clearly, that Omega was distant and aloof with everyone, why would she hold hands with Jiang Shuyi?

And someone so particular about cleanliness, why would she lend her scarf to Jiang Shuyi?

Song Jinxi felt that something must have happened between the two.

Listening to Song Jinxi's words, Jiang Shuyi froze for a moment, and those unbearable memories resurfaced in her mind.

She glanced at Song Jinxi, wanting to say something but hesitating.

So much had happened last night that even if she shared one thing, Song Jinxi would probably laugh at her for a lifetime.

Thus, Jiang Shuyi resolutely chose not to say anything, cleared her throat, and continued doing problems, "Nothing happened..."

There's definitely something fishy going on. Song Jinxi noted, looking at the blush on her earlobes.

---

After class, Jiang Shuyi walked over to Wen Yao and handed her the problems she had completed.

Wen Yao silently graded her work.

Today, Wen Yao had naturally tied her hair over her shoulder, giving her a gentle appearance.

Jiang Shuyi thought Wen Yao couldn't see her and sneakily gazed at her, unable to help but feel a bit moved.

Wen Yao felt Jiang Shuyi's gaze without looking up and found the Alpha's stare quite intense.

However, she said nothing and simply circled a task on Jiang Shuyi's plan sheet, indicating that today's assignments were complete.

Jiang Shuyi smiled, focusing intently on her homework.

Wen Yao caught a glimpse of her silly expression and couldn't help but smile a little as well.

"Wen Yao," Jiang Shuyi slowly raised her head, looking at her eagerly, "You're not mad at me anymore, right?"

Wen Yao seemed to remember something and immediately returned to her original cold expression, "...Mm, I'm not."

Jiang Shuyi's face stiffened, ". . ."

This contradictory Omega was definitely still mad with her.

"Can you please not be mad at me anymore, Wen Yao?" Jiang Shuyi stared at her, unmoving.

". . ." Seeing Jiang Shuyi's unhappy expression, the light in her eyes dimmed, and Wen Yao couldn't help but concede, "I'm not mad anymore."

"Really?" Jiang Shuyi fixed her gaze on Wen Yao.

Seeing the hopeful look in her eyes, Wen Yao couldn't help but reach out and pat her head, "Mm."

Jiang Shuyi beamed at her, looking very cheerful, as if finally satisfied. "Hehe, that's good."

"...Mm."

Wen Yao withdrew her hand and fell silent.

"Oh, okay, then I'll head back."

Jiang Shuyi finally left.

Wen Yao couldn't help but smile as she watched her retreating figure.

---

Zhou Jingtang sat back in his seat and glanced at Jiang Shuyi, who had just returned to her desk, and sighed, "I think Miss Yi has been coming to you to study a lot lately."

". . ." Wen Yao, expressionless, lowered her head and turned a page in her book, starting to write down formulas. "Mm."

Zhou Jingtang looked over at Jiang Shuyi and couldn't help but smile, "I didn't expect her to take her work so seriously and finish everything..."

"Is that so hard to believe?" Wen Yao replied calmly, as if it had nothing to do with her.

"Not really, I just think she doesn't need to work that hard." Zhou Jingtang chuckled.

"Think about it—her family is so wealthy that it doesn't really matter if she doesn't study, right?"

"And I always thought she was going to apply to an art university..."

Wen Yao's hand, which had been writing, paused for a moment, her fingers silently lingering on the pen.

Zhou Jingtang continued to explain, "Miss Yi is a talented art student, she plays the piano very well, and she should be able to get into a decent arts university through self-admissions."

The air stilled, and Wen Yao turned her head to look at Zhou Jingtang.

Zhou Jingtang noticed her expression as if she was hearing this for the first time and didn't find it strange.

After all, while Wen Yao was the class monitor, she generally didn't pay much attention to others, her focus always on her own world.

"You didn't see her performance last year, did you?"

"I'll find the video for you, it should be in the class group."

Zhou Jingtang pulled out his phone and opened the class group files, "...Oh, the download count is pretty high."

Zhou Jingtang sighed and opened the video for Wen Yao to see.

Wen Yao's gaze silently fell on the screen of the phone in front of her.

In the video, the familiar figure shifted in her chair, her expression cold and distant as she adjusted her bow tie. She skillfully moved her fingers and began to play the piano gracefully under the quiet gaze of the audience.

The video wasn't long and ended in just a few minutes.

"How was it? Miss Yi plays pretty well, right?" Zhou Jingtang asked her with a smile.

Wen Yao calmly returned the phone to Zhou Jingtang, nodding silently, "...Mm."

The bell for evening self-study rang.

The students in the class gradually returned to their seats.

Wen Yao looked at the physics points and knowledge she was summarizing in front of her, stopping her pen and saying nothing.

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