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Chapter 49 Before the Exam
The rain was so heavy that even with Ai Liang's jacket, her shirt underneath was still soaked.

Yue Qihua unzipped her pants and took out the novel from her bosom. Ai Liang inadvertently caught a glimpse of a peach-pink color.

Perhaps the covering above absorbed all the water that had seeped into the jacket into the upper part of the shirt, leaving the shirt around the abdomen only slightly damp on the surface and not completely wet.

"Are girls developing this fast these days?" Ai Liang muttered to herself.

Then forcibly look away.

When the soul returns to the body, it naturally cannot remain calm and composed in the face of anything as it did before.

pat.

Yue Qihua forcefully shoved the warm, damp novel into Ai Liang's arms and glared at him fiercely.

I'll return the clothes to you tomorrow.

Yue Qihua turned her face away and said in a muffled voice.

After saying that, she zipped her coat all the way up. Ai Liang's gaze had been fixed on a certain part of her body, which made her feel both ashamed and angry, but also a little smug.

The current Ai Liang is more like a "person" than when we first met.

He used to be a recluse who had seen through the illusions of the world, and no matter what happened, his expression would never change. But now, he has begun to take the initiative to care about and be concerned about the people around him.

As a friend, she was happy that Ai Liang had made this change.

"With such a high temperature, won't it get hot if you zip it all the way up?"

Ai Liang tucked the novel under her arm and walked side by side with Yue Qihua up the stairs, glancing at her collar as she spoke.

Yue Qihua instinctively crossed her arms and clenched her fists, saying, "You know perfectly well why I'm asking."

The sound of those words was barely audible.

Even with Ai Liang's amazing hearing, she was able to hear it.

Faced with this situation, Ai Liang dared not speak easily. No matter how tactful she was, it might inadvertently anger Yue Qihua and lead to physical violence. So it was best to keep her mouth shut for now.

Girls in school and women in society are almost two completely different species and cannot be generalized.

In his past life, Ai Liang only knew how to study. From junior high school to university, he rarely talked to girls his own age. By the time he entered society, the girls he met were no longer considered girls.

Ai Liang deliberately walked ahead, and walking side by side with her would only make the strong-willed Yue Qihua feel more embarrassed.

That's what he thought, and that's what he did.

Ai Liang entered the classroom first.

"Wow, did you take a shower while still dressed?" Ma Yu exclaimed upon seeing Ai Liang's hair still dripping wet. "But the novel isn't wet at all. You're something else."

"It's raining quite heavily outside." Ai Liang put the novel on the table and picked up the napkin Ma Yu handed her to wipe her hair.

Yang Xingyue could only regretfully put the tissue back on the table.

About ten seconds later, Yue Qihua appeared at the classroom door.

When Yang Xingyue saw Yue Qihua, who was soaking wet, she quickly took out tissues to help her wipe the water droplets from her hair: "Huahua, I told you to bring an umbrella but you wouldn't listen. Where did you get this coat?"

As Yang Xingyue was wiping, she suddenly remembered that they hadn't worn coats to school today.

"Oh, that's my coat. I happened to run into Sister Hua on the way and lent it to her," Ai Liang said while drying her hair.

Yang Xingyue understood immediately.

However, she didn't say much, but just pouted and helped Yue Qihua wipe her hair.

After chatting for a while, the homeroom teacher appeared on the podium.

"Calm down. I know you're all excited about graduating soon, but don't cause any trouble before you leave school. Your exam admission tickets are still in my hands."

The homeroom teacher's indifferent words instantly silenced the noisy classroom.

Ai Liang's homeroom teacher liked to use this tactic. He used to warn students with phrases like, "I will fill in the comments on your graduation documents," "Don't leave any stain on your record," and "I will need to send you your documents when you go to university."

To be honest, Ai Liang doesn't think much of this kind of teacher. He always likes to use adult methods on children, and even claims that they will understand when they enter society. He is training them in advance.

That's quite funny.

Junior and senior high school are supposed to be the years for learning, why force them to learn about the ways of the world so early?

People will naturally be trained and developed in college; why would you need to go through all this trouble? The purpose of doing this is nothing more than to establish authority and facilitate class management, but the result is that it ruins the only beautiful memories everyone has of their student days.

Fortunately, Yue Qihua became the class monitor; otherwise, she would have immediately turned into a traitor, ruining her three years of junior high school even more completely.

The homeroom teacher was very satisfied with the students' performance. He cleared his throat and said, "You will be taking the exam tomorrow. This is the last class meeting I will be holding for you."

"Make sure you bring your ID card and exam admission ticket; don't lose them."

"Don't wear any clothing or shoes with metal parts, or you'll be left crying if you get detained at the exam hall entrance."

"With the temperature dropping these past few days, it's best to avoid certain foods, such as spicy or raw/cold foods."

"For those of you who aren't skilled and have poor eyesight, take advantage of your free time tonight and hurry up and get a good pair of glasses. Don't go too far and they won't give you any trouble."

The homeroom teacher's voice echoed in the classroom, but few people were listening attentively; everyone just wanted to get their exam admission tickets and leave school as soon as possible.

After he finished reading aloud the instructions he had copied from the class next door, he took out a stack of admission tickets from his file bag.

After reading the instructions, he handed the admission ticket to Yue Qihua, then waved his hand and left a message saying, "Meet at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he strode out of the classroom without the slightest hesitation.

As soon as Yue Qihua received her admission ticket, a group of people surrounded her seat.

She divided the admission tickets into five stacks and handed them out to those who were usually more composed.

"Have you all received your exam admission tickets?" Yue Qihua called out from the podium, standing in place of the homeroom teacher.

The students nodded in agreement.

Only after confirming that everyone had received their admission ticket did Yue Qihua open the classroom door and let everyone out.

"This damn homeroom teacher is completely irresponsible. I have to hand out the exam admission tickets, and if they're lost or missing, it's still my fault in the end." The first thing Yue Qihua did after stepping down from the stage was to criticize the homeroom teacher.

When the class monitor election was held in the first year of junior high school, the homeroom teacher forced Yue Qihua to take the position in order to please her uncle.

The result of her reluctantly serving as the class leader for more than half a year is that everyone in the class now only respects her, and in the end, it's impossible to replace her.

"Well, the capable should do more," Ma Yu said with a grin as he caught Fang Xiaoxiao, who was skipping and hopping over.

The group walked to the foot of the teaching building, chatting and laughing, and opened their umbrellas, except for Ai Liang.

"Ai Liang, didn't you check the weather forecast before you went out today?" Fang Xiaoxiao asked, clinging to Ma Yu's arm.

Ai Liang pointed to the umbrella on the outside of Fang Xiaoxiao's schoolbag and said, "Well, if you don't need your umbrella, you can lend it to me."

Upon hearing this, Fang Xiaoxiao subconsciously glanced at Yang Xingyue and Yue Qihua, her eyes darting around before she put one hand on her hip and said, "If you're asking for a favor, you should use the word 'please,' otherwise I'll refuse."

After saying that, Fang Xiaoxiao winked playfully at the two of them.

Fang Xiaoxiao's intentions were obvious to everyone, but Ai Liang chose to play dumb.

"Miss Fang Xiaoxiao, could you lend me your umbrella?"

Ai Liang's unusual behavior left Fang Xiaoxiao bewildered.

"Are you really Ai Liang?" Fang Xiaoxiao felt as if she had seen the end of the world when she saw Ai Liang's smile.

He had an expression that said, "Who the hell are you? Where's that cold, expressionless guy?"

Ai Liang slowly pulled an umbrella from the side pocket of Fang Xiaoxiao's schoolbag: "I've figured out some things recently, so I'm planning to change my image."

"Change your image? You've changed your persona!" Fang Xiaoxiao retorted mercilessly.

You think I want to be expressionless? This is my true personality, okay?

These are words that can only be thought in one's heart and could never be spoken aloud.

Ai Liang opened his umbrella and walked into the rain. After walking for a while, he noticed that people around him were always giving him strange looks. He got a 100% head-turning rate, and some people were even pointing and whispering about him.

Ai Liang didn't think much of it until he noticed that the four people beside him were also glancing at him from time to time, trying hard to suppress their laughter, and then he realized something was wrong.

Following their gaze, Ai Liang looked up, her expression freezing.

A huge umbrella with a magical girl pattern and pink lace trim came into view.

Seeing that Ai Liang only realized the problem with the umbrella when she reached the school gate, Fang Xiaoxiao could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Your new look is so adorable!"

That laugh was like a fuse, instantly igniting everyone's laughter, including Yang Xingyue, who covered her mouth and laughed non-stop.

"Xiao Ai, Xiao Xiao lost her umbrella. It was a souvenir she won when we went shopping together a few days ago." Ma Yu was trembling as he tried to suppress his laughter.

The contrast between the usually aloof Ai Liang and the girly umbrella is no less striking than the burly Zhang Fei suddenly uttering "Onii-chan".

Ai Liang, her forehead covered in black lines, snatched Ma Yu's umbrella and shoved the girlish umbrella into his hand.

Just then, a car parked at the school gate rolled down its window and called out to the group, "Xingyue, Qihua."

That familiar voice instantly chilled Ai Liang's heart.

Yang Xingguo was smiling and waving at the group.

(End of this chapter)