Chapter 34.2: I can’t see my deskmate being wronged.

Lin Yujing was not convinced: “I’m called brave. During the war, I must’ve been a heroine who wasn’t afraid of any torture.”

“If the heroines during the war were all like you, then they’d all have been dead. You just walked and fell flat on the ground.” Shen Juan pulled the trash can closer with his leg, threw in the blood-stained cotton, and replaced it with a clean one. “I took my eyes off you for one second.”

“You speak as if I’ve been in your sight all the time, Classmate Shen, we didn’t know each other until the beginning of school,” Lin Yujing reminded him. “I didn’t know your name for sixteen years.”

Shen Juan put the tweezers onto the injection tray. “Now you know.” He suddenly raised his head and looked at her: “You have to remember it in the future.”

His voice was low, gentle and long.

Lin Yujing’s heart skipped two beats inexplicably. She collected herself, turned her head to look at him with a smile, and asked, “Hi, classmate. What’s your name?”

Shen Juan said with a half-smile, “Forgot me so soon? Who begged me to be her father when school started?”

Lin Yujing: “…”

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Lin Yujing counted, and just like that, Wang Yiyang was able to come third. There are really no fast runners in No.8 High School.

She was laughing as she walked toward Class 10. Song Zhiming was beating the drums. He stopped and ran over: “Hey, Lin Yujing, are you okay?”

“I’m okay. It’s just scratches, they only look scary,” Lin Yujing waved her hand and scanned around, but Shen Juan was nowhere to be seen.

She didn’t see Wen Zihui either.

She didn’t intend to ask at first, but as soon as she turned her head Song Zhiming approached with an “I know everything” look on his face and said, “Shen Juan called Wen Zihui away just now.”

Lin Yujing paused.

Song Zhiming continued: “Judging from the boss’s expression, I’m afraid that classmate Wen is going to have bad things happen to her, and it will soon become the second oil portrait that the boss hangs on the wall.”

Lin Yujing: “…”

Shen Juan was in fact very helpless at the moment.

He felt that he’d positioned himself quite accurately: he was just a good-natured Buddhist high school student, and just because in the past he’d almost killed his idiot deskmate, he was rumored to be bloody and violent. It made people feel helpless around him.

In reality he was very reasonable, and didn’t advocate the use of force to solve problems. 

This was especially so when the person standing in front of him was a girl.

Initially Shen Juan didn’t want to care about the girls’ conflicts with each other, and Lin Yujing was not the type to be bullied. No one knew how her combat prowess and thorny character would prevent her from being at a disadvantage better than Shen Juan. He knew she could handle herself just fine.

He just kept thinking about how she’d gritted her teeth and said it didn’t hurt, how she’d buried her white face in the pillow, or how she’d stretched the back of her feet and grabbed the pillow with her fingertips. It made him a little less tolerant.

Shen Juan originally wanted to reason, but Wen Zihui started crying as soon as she reached the door of the stadium.

The girl started out sobbing, which slowly became uncontrolled crying. She apologized through tears, “Classmate Shen, I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it, I just wanted to bump into her, I didn’t expect her to fall… woo woo woo woo—”

She looked sincerely miserable, and he didn’t know what to say.

“…”

Shen Juan put his hands in his pockets, leaned against the wall, and looked at her indifferently. “Why did you bump into her?”

Wen Zihui wiped the tears on her face with the cuff of her school jacket, sniffled again, and said honestly, “I’m jealous of her good looks, and I was supposed to be the one to hold the sign. Then she showed up and got to do it.”

“…?” Because of this.

Shen Juan wondered if these girls were all mentally ill.

He nodded. He took a cigarette case out of his pocket, bit into one, and said apathetically, “I don’t want to get involved in the conflict between you two, but I can’t see my deskmate being wronged, and I don’t want her to be hurt. You go and apologize, do whatever she says to deal with the matter, and I’ll consider it closed.”

He took out the lighter, lit the cigarette with lowered eyes, and looked at her through the smoke. He asked her with a sympathetic tone, “Does that work for you?”

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The author has something to say:

X years later, Lin Yujing paralyzed in bed: Don’t you f*cking hate seeing me hurt? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Boss Juan: How many times have I said it, I am an understanding, polite social brother (breathing smoke rings)

TLN: Hey everyone, hope you’re enjoying your day! Anon has a lot on her plate so this novel will be translated by me (Hu Li) and edited by our new awesome editor, ceres! Big welcome to her!! We are also changing the schedule from a chapter every two weeks to a chapter every week (Sunday). Thank you for your support~

Edited By: ceres