You're my wife, don't doubt it!

Xiao Yao sighed, closed the novel hidden in his English textbook, and stuffed it into his desk drawer.

Since Shen Tianyun already had the surname Shen, when he asked about her mother's name, he didn't expect to hear a name that didn't start with "Shen".

However, when the name "Shen Jie," which he had never heard before, appeared, Xiao Yao still felt a little disappointed.

His gaze fell on the empty seat in the front row near the door.

"Um," Xiao Yao stretched and walked to the empty seat during the break, "Yu Luying didn't come today?"

Yu Luying's deskmate looked up at him and said, "She's sick and took leave to go to the hospital."

When asked for more details, the person claimed to know nothing.

Xiao Yao returned to his seat and slept until noon, when the unusual quiet around him woke him up.

My right arm, which I used as a pillow, was sore and numb, and my stomach was bloated with air that I had accidentally swallowed while sleeping.

He easily expelled them, and then felt a slight pain in his lower abdomen—could it be that he had fallen asleep in the cold?

Dragging his slightly numb right foot, he ate lunch with Little Bear in the cafeteria, and then, as usual, strolled to the library.

This is Xiao Yao's favorite place. He likes the quiet here—after all, there are no chattering girls who like to talk about strange and bizarre things, only the unique smell of old paper mixed with ink.

Every time I come to the library, it feels like coming home.

"You're such a talented young man, reading so fast?" The librarian, a lean woman in her early fifties, looked at him with loving eyes: "You just borrowed this book, 'Ripples on the Dirac Sea,' the day before yesterday, didn't you?"

"Yes, I read them quickly. Teacher Yu, have you acquired any new books recently?"

"Not yet, but the 'Science Fiction Emperor' and 'Poetry Journal' you ordered have arrived." Teacher Yu leaned down and handed the two magazines to Xiao Yao.

While there were quite a few subscribers to *Science Fiction Emperor*, only two people in the entire school subscribed to *Poetry Journal*. One was Xiao Yao himself, and the other was…

"There's one more copy. Could you please give it to Yu Luying in your class?" After thinking for a moment, Teacher Yu took out another copy of "Poetry Journal".

--split line--

About the same time.

More than 5 kilometers away.

In a classroom at No. 7 Girls' High School.

Two girls were chattering away in their seats, a chubby girl was standing by the window whispering to her companion about the latest cartoons, two other girls were resting on the table, and the entertainment committee member with glasses and braids was working on the blackboard newspaper.

The classroom was bright and clean, bathed in sunshine. Blooming white magnolias swayed in the gentle breeze, casting their shadows on the front row seats.

In the seat, a petite girl was writing furiously.

The girl had long pigtails and unusually large eyes that seemed to have stepped out of an anime, or as clear as crystals submerged in water, yet with a slightly upturned corner that added a touch of allure. The pure pupils and the bewitching eye shape blended wonderfully into an extremely beautiful charm, and her thin lips were as pale as water.

She was wearing the school uniform of No. 7 Girls' High School, a red and blue plaid pleated skirt that just reached her knees, paired with a plain shirt and a bow tie of the same color as the skirt, and dark socks and black leather shoes—but she didn't have the disharmony that is often seen when wearing school uniforms: the shirt was made of white, soft and opaque material, and the collar and cuffs were perfectly fitted. The clever design of the waist belt on the skirt also perfectly concealed her lack of height.

"Jie'er," her deskmate said with a smile, taking the pen from her hand. "Still studying hard? Come on, let's go for a walk."

Shen Jie shook her head: "Final exams are coming up soon, I have to..."

"Trying to cram at the last minute?"

"Even last-minute cramming can be effective." Shen Jie smiled and snatched the pen back from her deskmate's hand: "Okay, okay, I'll go out and have some fun with you after the exam, okay?"

At that moment, a noisy sound came from the loudspeaker in the upper right corner of the classroom, followed by a melodious tune.

Ah, right, there's a campus radio station every Friday.

"Youth is a flower, vibrant and colorful. Youth is a cloud, free and unrestrained. Youth is full of colorful thoughts, and the songs of youth are the most beautiful. Dear teachers and students: Hello everyone! Welcome to the 'Campus Voice' radio broadcast. I am Zhu Nan, and I am Wang Yuqing."

Shen Jie shook her head, considering going to the library to continue practicing her math problems.

"Today's broadcast is a little special. A male student from outside the school asked us to request a song for a student in the school."

"Oh, is it so?"

"The song requested by this boy, who wished to remain anonymous, is 'Our Love,' a very well-known and popular song. His message was: 'Shen Jie, Class 3, Grade 11, I've been watching you quietly. Please look at me, okay?'"

The classmates cheered for Shen Jie.

"Huh?" Shen Jie took a few seconds to react, smiled and bowed to her classmates, putting down her pen.

She crossed the backs of her hands, rested them on the desk, and listened attentively.

In my memory I recall my vague childhood

Clouds floating in the blue sky

You said you wanted to hold my hand back then.

Let's walk together to the end of time.

……

After the song ended, Shen Jie picked up her pen again.

"You're still so ceremonious," her deskmate teased, nudging her.

"It's just expressing respect for other people's goodwill," Shen Jie replied without looking up from her work.

“I know you read every letter a guy writes to you carefully, then write back to thank him before rejecting him,” my deskmate said. “But you don’t have to be polite to everyone. This guy is a complete pervert!”

Shen Jie smiled helplessly: "It is indeed a little troublesome."

"It's been over a month. I've been writing to you, calling you every few days, and now even broadcasting, but I still won't tell you who he is. I've been keeping an eye on you, asking you to take a look at him. Please, he doesn't even dare to show his face. How am I supposed to look at him?" My deskmate said indignantly. "If it were me, I'd be scared to death. Jie'er, you'd better have your family's bodyguards follow you around more often these days."

"Alright, we don't have any bodyguards at home," Shen Jie said nonchalantly. "Relax, relax. I'm the vice president of the school's karate club, you know. I'm not afraid of most hooligans."

Although she was joking around with her classmates, a dark cloud still hung over Shen Jie's heart.

The suitors who came before were all people who didn't change their names or surnames, and most of them were respectable people.

Even if there are a few who can't understand, I can still offer targeted advice and help them save face.

Now this person is closing in step by step but still refuses to show himself. It's not a solution to guard against a thief for a thousand days.

Chapter 4 Son-in-law

High schools in Shanghai usually let out early on Fridays, and Shanghai No. 7 Girls' High School is no exception.

Just as the afternoon sun began to stream into the classroom at three o'clock, the girls' school gates slowly opened. Immediately afterwards, a group of vibrant young girls emerged in twos and threes, chattering excitedly, creating a cacophony of voices, like fifty thousand ducks.

Although the No. 7 Girls' High School in this city is a gathering place for the powerful and wealthy, there are also middle-class families who want their children to have a better future. At this moment, in addition to cars starting to park in the more distant areas, parents who have come to pick up their children from school have also begun to come forward to greet them.

It wasn't just parents who came to greet them; there were also some young boys. Some of them weren't old enough to drive, so they waited on various kinds of two-wheeled vehicles, their youthful faces practically screaming "handsome!"

"Jie'er, that guy is staring at you." Her deskmate nudged Shen Jie.

Shen Jie looked in the direction her deskmate was looking and saw a tall boy standing there.

The man was wearing a white suit, white shirt, white tie, and white leather shoes. Under the sunlight, even his skin appeared hazy white.

He had one hand in his pocket, his eyes gleaming, as if scrutinizing each student as they walked out.

"It might not be looking for me, right?" Shen Jie used her height "advantage" to have her deskmate cover her face.

However, the young man in white stopped searching; he fixed his gaze on Shen Jie and began to slowly approach.

"He's quite handsome, but his taste in clothes is a bit...unique. Is it the guy who requested a song for you today who's coming to confront you? You're so dazzling, like a firefly in the dark, I can't hide from you even if I want to."

Indeed, although his clothes were strange, he was handsome with striking features and an upright demeanor.

Since that's the case, why not have a proper talk with him?

Thinking this way, and seeing that she couldn't avoid it, Shen Jie simply turned around from behind her deskmate.

"Um, are you Shen Jie?"

A somewhat timid voice came from behind Shen Jie, very close.

Shen Jie turned around and saw a somewhat unkempt young man.

He was wearing a summer sports uniform from some unknown middle school, a pair of cheap sneakers, and a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed square glasses; no wonder no one noticed him.

He wasn't short, with long arms and legs. The boy took off his glasses, wiped his eyes, and revealed that his eyes were quite large and bright. He put his glasses back on, one hand clutching the shoulder strap of his backpack, the other nervously brushing the hair in front of his forehead to one side, his forehead already covered with fine beads of sweat.

Shen Jie paused for a moment, then looked back in the direction of the white-clad youth, only to find that the man had disappeared without a trace.

Ignoring her deskmate's attempts to pull her away, she strolled towards Xiao Yao.

"Classmate, you were looking for me?" Shen Jie asked gently.

Xiao Yao nodded.

Fortunately, he didn't have the sleazy feeling I had imagined. Overall, he was quite good-looking—but that was about it.

"Xiaoying, why don't you go first?"

Xiaoying, Xiao Yao's deskmate, looked him up and down with distrust: "Are you sure it's okay? Or should I come with you?"

"No need," Shen Jie adjusted the strap of her backpack and tossed her head lightly at Xiao Yao. "Let's go?"

Xiao Yao was taken aback: "Huh, let's go? Where to?"

"We can't just stand here and talk, can we?" A smile appeared on Shen Jie's lips.

--split line--