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

“Qian Chengbing, Class 7, Grade 1,” Xiao Yao said.

Chapter 377 You three have such a good relationship!

2023-11-11

Xiao Yao ordered Ouyang Qianqian to investigate the background of Patient No. 0, Qian Chengbin, while he himself was not idle either.

For the entire morning and half the afternoon, Xiao Yao and Yu Luying kept an eye on the movements of the remaining guys.

The remaining guys refer to three people who sent love letters to Shen Jie (Xiao Yao has already written them all down in his little notebook), the shameless person who requested a song for Shen Jie on the campus radio, and the person who had an ambiguous relationship with Shen Jie after the skateboarding club or street dance club ended. That makes five people. Who else is there? Who else is there... I can't remember for a moment.

One minor difficulty is that only two of the five people came to school today; the other three all called in sick—whether they were really sick or not, Xiao Yao didn't know, but what was certain was that this made it somewhat inconvenient for Xiao Yao and his team to keep track of the health status of these five people.

To Xiao Yao's surprise, although he was given the cold shoulder in Qian Chengbing's class yesterday, he felt that he received a lot of respect during today's visit... or rather, he was honored.

A subtle, unspoken respect.

Logically speaking, Xiao Yao felt that he already had a bad reputation enough, and then he became a campus legend because of the joke about being a conjoined twin with Yu Luying, and then Shen Jie publicly confessed her feelings to him...

Generally speaking, if a "popular transfer student" who can cause a sensation throughout the school suddenly confesses to a "plain-looking boy" in the school, that boy will have to bear a lot of grudges!

Being tripped up or something is nothing, being beaten with a stick is... well, that's still unlikely in Shanghai.

What Xiao Yao didn't know (actually, he wasn't completely unaware) was that killing one person was for that reason, and killing ten thousand people was for that reason as well—Xiao Yao's popularity with women was completely contrary to scientific principles, and he suffered the envy of many boys because of it, but at the same time, he also gained the sincere admiration of some people, both boys and girls.

From Ouyang Qianqian to Yu Luying, from Yu Luying to the rich heiress Shen Jie, and then to Zhao Xiaomei, and transfer student Xu Qingwei, aren't they all pretty girls with delicate features? If it were just one girl, people could say "Pah, what a lucky break," or that the girl was blind, but with so many beautiful girls... any normal person would definitely think that Xiao Yao must have something special about him.

While it's true that being so attached to Yu Luying makes both of them seem a bit silly, then again... not everyone has the ability to make the top-ranked beauty in the grade willingly be inseparable from you all day long, right?

Shen Jie—oh no, Xu Qingwei's confession incident is actually a typical example of quantitative change leading to qualitative change.

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, Xiao Yao earned the title of "ladies' man"—some of those who called him this nickname were malicious, while others were... less malicious.

At noon that day, Ouyang Qianqian attended a secret gathering at the rooftop by Xiao Yao, Shen Jie, and Yu Luying, and reported the results of her investigation into Qian Chengbin.

“Although he didn’t send Xu Qingwei a love letter or make any offensive moves,” Ouyang Qianqian said, sitting on the protruding beam and scratching her socks above her ankles.

"Attack?" Xiao Yao asked, puzzled.

“Pursuing? That’s what I mean,” Ouyang Qianqian said. “But I heard that he really likes Xu Qingwei and always talks about her to the people around him.”

"Oh." Shen Jie slapped her forehead, both amused and exasperated.

“I knew it would be like this,” Xiao Yao turned to Yu Luying and said, “Could Zhang Zhengkai be the reincarnation of Xu Youzhen?”

“Though there are no visible signs, the intention is there…” Yu Luying sneered.

"Zhang what? Xu what?" Ouyang Qianqian tilted her head slightly in confusion.

“Speaking of this,” Xiao Yao lifted his legs from the right side of the stone pier and placed them on the left side, turning to Ouyang Qianqian and saying, “My dear sister—when exactly did you get in touch with the organization? And what exactly is this fortress of yours?”

"What organization? What fortress?" Ouyang Qianqian continued to sniffle in confusion. "In broad daylight, under the clear sky, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Ouyang Qianqian was unwilling to admit it, Shen Jie and Yu Luying pulled him from both sides at the same time.

"The three of you have such a good relationship," Ouyang Qianqian said with an envious look.

"Huh?" "Do we have them?"

An event that occurred that afternoon drastically shattered Xiao Yao's beliefs.

As mentioned in previous chapters, on Friday afternoon, the fifth victim of narcolepsy came to light.

That was Lai Shaodeng from Class 5 of Grade 11.

Putting aside all the other unfounded accusations, this student, Lai Shaodeng, is a girl.

Mathematically speaking, a single counterexample is enough to overturn a theorem, but Xiao Yao remains undeterred—despite his severely damaged confidence.

“It’s hard to say,” Ouyang Qianqian said during the break, pulling up her chair and sitting down next to Xiao Yao and Yu Luying. “That Lai Shaodeng has such short hair and dresses very androgynously; he’s basically a tomboy.”

"What do you want to say?" Xiao Yao asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Are you stupid?" Ouyang Qianqian said reproachfully.

Yu Luying also looked puzzled: "?"

"Oh dear, you two," Ouyang Qianqian exclaimed urgently, "a pair of complete idiots."

"Quiet down, everyone, quiet down," Director Lin said as he walked into the classroom carrying a large stack of materials. "There's an urgent notice."

The classroom, which had been as noisy as a vegetable market, fell silent instantly as dozens of eyes turned to Director Lin on the podium.

Director Lin, looking rather tired, adjusted his glasses: "We received a notice from the school that due to renovations to the playground, the entire school will be on holiday starting next week. The exact date for resuming classes will be announced later. Now, I'll assign holiday homework; the other teachers will come to assign it later..."

His second half of the sentence, starting with "The class time will be announced later," was never heard by anyone, because his voice was drowned out by the overwhelming cheers.

The students threw their books into the air above the classroom. Those who knew the situation understood that it was the start of the holiday next week, while those who didn't might have thought they had just finished the college entrance exam.

"Quiet, quiet!!" Director Lin angrily banged his triangle ruler on the podium.

On Saturday afternoon, September 25th, Xiao Yao, Shen Jie, and Yu Luying visited Teacher Yao at his home.

Teacher Yao is much better than before, but extracting useful information from him is still quite a challenge.

Most of the time, they were still chatting with their teacher's wife, Kang Qianshui.

Qian Shui's complexion was noticeably worse than Xiao Yao remembered. Because she looked somewhat haggard, her former beauty had also diminished slightly—but this only made her appear more pitiful.

After Mass on the morning of September 26, Yu Bo kept Xiao Yao, Shen Jie, and Yu Luying behind and told them that the organization had begun a risky rescue operation for five patients with narcolepsy, and asked them to be prepared and ready to cooperate at any time.

“Cooperation is no problem,” Xiao Yao said hesitantly, “but if we don’t have a foolproof plan, wouldn’t it be better to wait? What if we accidentally injure someone…”

“Of course we’ve taken that into account,” Yu Bo replied, “but the reality is that we can’t wait any longer—if we just stand by and do nothing, they’ll be lost forever.”

“Whether we perish now or launch a great campaign, we will still die. Since we are going to die anyway, is it not better to die for our country?” Xiao Yao recited.

“Even if we rescue the person, it’s only treating the symptoms, not the root cause,” Shen Jie said worriedly. “We need to find the source of the problem and strike at it.”

"How about we tie up and detain her little fanboy first, and observe him?" Xiao Yao pointed at Shen Jie: "And that big monk..."

Yu Bo waved his hand at them with some irritation, signaling everyone to leave first.

September 28th, Tuesday, Mid-Autumn Festival.

That evening, Yu Luying personally cooked a table full of delicious dishes.

Her parents, especially her "father," hoped that their daughter could come home to celebrate the holiday, even if it was just for a day, but their daughter ruthlessly refused.

In the end, Yu Lihua came to Xiao Yao's house and had dinner together—when she saw Shen Jie was also there, she was stunned for a moment, but didn't say anything.

Xiao Yao's uncle from next door also came with his family, bringing homemade mulberry wine and plum wine. For a while, Xiao Yao's small bedroom was crowded... well, it was a low-budget version of the New Year.

Shen Tianyun arrived last, and then everyone began the meal. Before the meal started, Xiao Yao and his grandmother "invited" everyone to wait in the photo room so that Tianyun could emerge from the wardrobe—a move that puzzled the guests.

During the meal, Xiao Yao ate and drank, feeling quite happy. He became a bit of a show-off, tapping the rim of his wine glass with a chopstick, and then sat on the edge of the messy table and started singing loudly.

When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens. I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace?

Yu Luying joined in: "I wish to ride the wind and return~ Yet I fear the jade palaces and crystal towers, where the heights are unbearably cold. Dancing with my shadow, how can it compare to being in the mortal world~"

Everyone cheered, and two more people joined in the chorus.

Shen Jie, who was sitting in a chair by the window with one foot on the seat, staring blankly at the bright moon with a melancholy expression, jumped down and joined Xiao Yao and Yu Luying in their dance.

The girl's slender (proportionately speaking) figure was faintly visible in the moonlight. She wore a white dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her movements.

She raised her hands high above her head, like a swan about to take flight.

Shen Jie's body spun gracefully, her skirt tracing beautiful arcs.

She leaped lightly, landing on her toes, her whole being as elegant and graceful as a fairy.

Grandma was still trying to sell the remaining hairy crabs and mooncakes, asking who still had room to clean up the mess, while the diverse singing voices of the crowd blended together.

"Turning through the red pavilion, lowering the embroidered window, the moon shines on my sleepless night. Peace, peace, peace. There should be no resentment, yet why is the moon always full when we are apart? Peace, peace, peace. People have sorrow and joy, separation and reunion, just as the moon has its phases of waxing and waning. Such things have always been imperfect. I only wish that we may live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart."

Shen Jie was completely absorbed in the dance; every movement she made was so fluid and natural, containing a unique sense of rhythm.

The girl's arms stretched out like the wings of a bird, then slowly closed again;

Her waist bends and stretches out with supple grace, like a willow tree swaying in the wind.

"People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, and nothing in this world is ever perfect. May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even from afar." Shen Jie softly joined the others in reciting.

Before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face.

Xiao Yao awkwardly handed her a tissue, stammering incoherently, but Shen Jie just smiled and shook her head: "I'm fine, thank you."

Then he wiped the corners of his eyes with a tissue, walked to the sofa, knelt on it with one knee, the sole of his slipper facing Xiao Yao, and reached for the landline receiver.

"Shen Jie..." Xiao Yao called out with some concern, reaching out his hand to her.

Of course he knew who she wanted to call.

Just as Shen Jie's hand touched the receiver, the landline suddenly rang sharply.

The girl's hand trembled, and she instinctively answered the call.

Hello?

"..."

"Ah, it's Ouyang."

"..." Xiao Yao stuck his head over.