Chapter 96: “You Are a Rare Gem in This World (III)”

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Chapter 96: “You Are a Rare Gem in This World (III)”

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When it comes to their first “intimate contact,” the outcome was nothing short of disastrous.

After all, it could hardly be called a kiss—especially since no one’s kiss involves clumsily leaning in, accidentally grazing the other person’s lips, and then breaking their lip due to an uncontrolled forward momentum.

Even with such a botched start, Luan Qiaoqing managed to hold herself perfectly still.

Only when the three boys’ expressions shifted from shock to awkwardness, and they exchanged glances before wisely walking away, did she let out a long sigh of relief.

As their footsteps faded, she quickly pulled back, bracing herself on the ground and sitting across from Wen Bin. Her breath hitched nervously as she stared at the stunned boy.

Then she saw it: a drop of blood slowly welled up on his lower lip.

“Ah…” Luan Qiaoqing awkwardly pulled out a tissue and handed it to him. “Um, I was just in too much of a hurry. What’s that phrase again? Oh, yeah, ‘go with the flow’?”

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“…” Eld Jkd qkdyzzu pdyrrle swv sq kv, pkzldvzu vyjkdt vbl vkppwl. “Mbl rbaypl kp ‘Rd yd lxlatldnu, ol xwpv vyjl lxlatldnu xlypwalp.’”

“Gb! Sktbv! Mbyv’p vbl sdl!” Nwyd Ckysikdt nzyrrle bla bydep, bla lxcyaayppxldv lhyrsayvkdt yzxspv kdpvydvzu. Fbl pxkzle caktbvzu yv Eld Jkd. “Rq kv olald’v qsa usw okpbkdt xl y byrru ckavbeyu zypv vkxl, R rascyczu oswzed’v byhl pvlrrle wr vseyu—vbspl vball yal yzz wrrlanzyppxld, yde R oyp yzz cu xuplzq. R oyp ps pnyale!”

“…”

Nwyd Ckysikdt eked’v pllx vs xkde bkp pkzldnl. Fbl pvsse wr yde cawpble sqq bla rydvp. “Ju vbl oyu, bso eke usw lde wr nsadlale cu vblx? Zsw esd’v zssj zkjl vbl vurl vs pjkr nzypp sa cl zyvl.”

Eld Jkd pzsozu pvsse wr, wpkdt vbl oyzz qsa pwrrsav. Gqvla y qlo plnsdep sq pkzldnl, bl qkdyzzu prsjl, bkp zkrp cyalzu xshkdt.

“R nyxl blal vs nzlyd.”

“Uzlyd?” Nwyd Ckysikdt czkdjle. “Jwv kpd’v vbkp vbl nzlydkdt yaly qsa dkdvb tayelap?”

“…” Eld Jkd aykple bkp blye yde pkzldvzu zssjle yv bla.

Ten seconds of eye contact.

“Ah!!” The girl jumped back in shock, staring at him in disbelief. “You’re in ninth grade? You’re older than me?”

Wen Bin quietly picked up the cleaning tools that had fallen to the ground, essentially confirming it.

The girl seemed genuinely stunned. Even after he finished cleaning up the area, she stood there sighing and lamenting. Finally, she walked over.

“Look at you—you totally look like a seventh or eighth grader! How could you be a ninth-grade senior?” She sneaked a glance at him. “You’re not mad at me for treating you casually, are you?”

Wen Bin stayed silent for a few seconds, then shook his head after putting away the cleaning tools.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and patted his shoulder in a brotherly manner. “That’s good, that’s good. From now on, we’re brothers. If anything happens, just say you’re my boyfriend—I’ll back you up. If anyone dares to mess with you, I’ll bring my girlfriends and teach them a lesson. Don’t worry!”

“…”

Wen Bin nearly staggered from her enthusiastic pat on the back, and his brows instinctively furrowed.

After a few seconds, though, his expression smoothed out again. He nodded silently. “Alright.”

“It’s a deal, then.”

Luan Qiaoqing slung an arm around his shoulders and led the slightly shorter boy forward. “I’m Luan Qiaoqing—‘Qiao’ as in coincidence, and ‘Qing’ as in admiration. What’s your name, and which class are you in? Don’t worry, I’m not asking for any bad reason. It’s just that since you’re now my little brother, I’ll bring my girlfriends to your class to hang out sometimes. That way, no one will dare to bully you!”

“…Class 1 of Grade 9, Wen Bin,” the boy paused for two seconds, “Wen Bin, as in ‘cultured and refined.'”

“Eh? That really matches your look. Just hearing the name makes you seem gentle and fragile. No wonder you’re quiet and thin,” the girl muttered. Then she patted his shoulder again. “But don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you. I’m the best when it comes to taking care of my little brothers! You can count on me!”

“…”

As the girl’s chatter filled the air, the boy and the girl walked away side by side, their silhouettes fading into the distance.

After that day, a rumor began circulating in the school: the notorious little troublemaker of Grade 8, Luan Qiaoqing, had found herself a boyfriend—a quiet, bookish boy from Grade 9.

Most students at the school, apart from those like Wen Bin, who were genuinely absorbed in their studies and paid no attention to gossip, had at least heard of the infamous Luan Qiaoqing.

After all, in a small county school, being extraordinarily beautiful and fashion-savvy was already rare. Add to that a wealthy family background, and it was even more exceptional. Throw in her unique, independent personality, and she became a once-in-several-years phenomenon, leaving a lasting impression on nearly everyone.

So, when this rumor emerged, most students dismissed it with skepticism. How could someone like Luan Qiaoqing, with her rebellious and outgoing personality, who consistently ranked near the bottom of her exams, possibly date a studious, reserved boy?

The rumor initially spread from Wen Bin’s class.

Some students had overheard the boys in the back row, either explicitly or implicitly, mentioning that Wen Bin was the bookish boyfriend in the rumor.

But even in Wen Bin’s own class, no one wanted to believe it.

That Friday, during the week when the rumor was at its peak, something happened during the extended break after morning exercises.

Students were returning to their classrooms, taking advantage of the longer-than-usual break time to chat and fool around. The classroom was buzzing with noise until a small head poked in through the front door.

“Excuse me, is this Class 1 of Grade 9?”

The student sitting at the front row near the door looked up. “Yes, you’re looking for—” His voice trailed off as he saw the girl with the signature short haircut peering in.

Completely unfazed, the girl asked, “Do you have someone named Wen… Wen Bin here?”

“Uh… yes, we do.”

“Can you call him out for me?”

“S-sure.”

The student turned toward the other side of the classroom. “Wen Bin! Someone’s here to see you!”

“…”

The classroom fell silent for a few seconds as curious and puzzled gazes turned toward the door.

Everyone was intrigued—after all, Wen Bin was known for his low presence and eccentric, solitary personality. It was rare enough for anyone to notice him, let alone have someone from another class seek him out.

When they caught sight of the girl leaning against the doorframe, cheerfully waving at Wen Bin, the entire class froze.

“Isn’t that the infamous…”
“Luan Qiaoqing??”
“Why is she here for Wen Bin? How do they even know each other?”
“They’re like complete opposites! How could they possibly be connected?”
“Wait… does this mean the rumor about them dating is true??”
“No way…”

Amid the murmurs and the bewildered stares, Wen Bin sat frozen for a few seconds, staring at the girl at the door. Then, he slowly pulled back his chair, stood up quietly, and walked to the front door.

He stopped hesitantly in front of her. “Why are you here—”

Before he could finish his sentence, the girl in front of him casually grabbed his wrist. “I need your help! Come with me!” she said, dragging him out of the classroom without waiting for his response.

Left behind was a classroom full of students, stunned and unable to process what had just happened.

Luan Qiaoqing pulled Wen Bin all the way downstairs.

Outside the teaching building, passing students who hadn’t returned to their classrooms yet stared in astonishment. They were already surprised to see the notorious troublemaker, Luan Qiaoqing, but even more so at the boy she was dragging behind her. Luan Qiaoqing, however, seemed completely oblivious to the attention. She enthusiastically led Wen Bin to the bicycle parking area in front of the building.

There, six or seven girls dressed in chaotic, mismatched outfits were hanging around. Some were chewing gum, others squatting on the ground, leaning against bicycles, or sitting backward on the rear seats of bikes with their legs crossed.

When they saw Luan Qiaoqing approaching with someone in tow, their eyes lit up one by one.

Luan Qiaoqing came to a stop, still holding onto Wen Bin, and lifted her chin proudly. “See? This is Wen Bin. I told you I know him, didn’t I? I wasn’t lying!”

The group of girls looked at Wen Bin with surprise and curiosity. One of them kicked her legs, jumped off a bike, and asked inquisitively, “Are you really Wen Bin from Grade 9, the one who always ranks first in the whole school?”

Luan Qiaoqing rolled her eyes. “If you still don’t believe me, I’ll have him take out his student ID to show you!” She turned to the silent boy behind her, letting go of his wrist and instead giving his shoulder a firm pat. In a commanding tone, she said, “Little brother, show them your student ID so they’ll stop doubting me!”

“…”

Wen Bin remained silent.

He had always felt disdain for his peers at school. In his mind, this group of rowdy kids who resorted to silly antics was hopelessly childish and boring. Their way of thinking was shallow and narrow, so he would rather endure their bullying than lower himself to fit into their cliques.

As for the girl in front of him, she was probably the most childish and naive of them all.

And yet…

Wen Bin glanced down and realized he had somehow already reached into his pocket and pulled out his student ID.

His brows furrowed slowly.

Was it just an illusion?

He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was stepping, bit by bit, into a deep, bottomless pit.

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