Disabled Childhood Sweetheart: A Humble Puppy Begs for the Young Lady's Pity

During break, several classmates sitting in front of Zhou Jingchen turned around to chat with him, asking him what happened to his leg and why he was using crutches.

He answered some questions selectively, and didn't respond to those he didn't want to talk about.

Zhou Jingchen's gaze passed through the crowd and landed on Wenxi in front of him. She was chatting and laughing with several girls, her pretty face full of enthusiasm for the new environment and new classmates.

Qiao Yan asked him, "What's your relationship with that girl with the two braids in front of me? I saw you two get out of the car together this morning."

"Neighbors," Zhou Jingchen said.

After school, Wenxi and Zhou Jingchen boarded a bus. It was crowded, and someone in the carriage saw Zhou Jingchen using crutches and called out, "Anyone willing to give up their seat?"

Immediately, someone stood up to give him a seat, and Wenxi took the opportunity to put his backpack on his lap. Then, he kept buzzing in his ear like a mosquito, telling him some gossip he had heard.

Wenxi had two delicate French braids in her hair, which Xiang Qin had braided for her that morning, starting from the top of her head and ending in two small bows. Her pretty little face radiated youthful energy.

She leaned slightly closer to Zhou Jingchen, her breath warm against his cheek as she spoke.

"You know, Jiang Xiaoya's brother used to go to No. 2 High School. He told her that Ms. Tang, who taught us math, had a husband who was a PE teacher at the school. They were having an affair with a female history teacher in the second year of high school. A lot of people know about this..."

"The tall girl who sits in the same row as you in class is named Li Na. Her father is a street vendor who sells things from door to door. We even bought ice cream from him before. He's the guy who's a bit hunchbacked, do you remember? Her mother ran away with someone else. Anyway, their family isn't well-off."

"A student hanged himself under a locust tree in the grove to the right of the school. It's haunted; you can't go there at night..."

Zhou Jingchen stared at her. The carriage was noisy, and sometimes he couldn't hear what she was saying. He could only see that Wenxi's facial expressions were very vivid; she could move her facial features flexibly and at will.

When she's disgusted, her brows furrow tightly; when she smells an unpleasant odor, her nose wrinkles and her lips pout slightly; when she sneers, one corner of her lip curls up, exuding a wicked aura; when she smiles, she looks like a flower; her two thin eyebrows are one above the other, and her big eyes blink, sometimes widening and sometimes narrowing into slits.

How can there be such a lovely girl in the world?

In the evening, Auntie cooked a table full of dishes and invited Grandpa Zhou to eat with them. Wenxi continued to tell stories about her first day of school at the dinner table, making the adults at the table laugh from time to time.

Grandpa Zhou said, "Little magpie, you're such a joy!"

Wenxi took Grandpa Zhou's arm, her eyes narrowing: "Right? A smile makes you ten years younger. Spending more time with me might make you young again."

Zhou Jingchen seemed to have been amused, and a hint of laughter appeared in his beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Wenxi glared at him and gave a soft hum.

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The school has a basketball court. Wenxi ran into Chen Xu, an older brother who used to live in the same alley, by chance when she passed by the basketball court in the second week of school.

He was two or three years older than her and Zhou Jingchen, and he was studying here, two years ahead of them.

On a clear autumn afternoon, Chen Xu wasn't wearing his school uniform jacket; he was only wearing a sweat-soaked white T-shirt.

He calmly sank a three-pointer with a clean and stylish motion. He casually lifted his short-sleeved shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead, revealing the taut muscles in his abdomen, which drew cheers from the girls in the stands.

"Wenxi, the school heartthrob of No. 2 High School! Chen Xu! He's incredibly handsome!" A female classmate next to her excitedly shook Wenxi's arm.

"Brother Chen Xu!" Wenxi suddenly called out to the figure.

Hearing the voice, Chen Xu turned around, saw her, and immediately smiled. He ran a few steps towards her, his tone surprised, "Wenxi? What are you doing here...?"

Wenxi pointed to her school uniform: "I got into No. 2 High School!"

Which class are you in?

"(1) Class".

Chen Xu's skin is not fair; it's more of a wheatish complexion. He has a rather robust physique and exudes a masculine energy.

"You can contact me if you need anything."

Wenxi nodded vigorously. Having older brothers and sisters you know at school is a very prestigious thing.

Especially now that she was talking to Chen Xu, many girls were looking at her with envy, which greatly satisfied Wenxi's vanity.

"Which school did Jingchen get into?" Chen Xu asked.

He was in the same class as me.

A hint of surprise flashed across Chen Xu's face: "He should be able to get into No. 1 High School, right?" Zhou Jingchen was a good student and everyone in the area knew him. He had even borrowed Zhou Jingchen's high school textbooks.

"He had a bad cold during his high school entrance exam and didn't perform well."

"Oh, that's a pity."

Chen Xu patted her hair. "Class is about to start, I'm going back to class now."

As soon as Chen Xu left, Wenxi was immediately surrounded by several female classmates who began to interrogate her with questions. How did you get to know Chen Xu? Why did he touch your hair? What's your relationship?

Wenxi explained that he was her neighbor's older brother, who had even held her when she was little. This immediately drew screams from several girls, but Wenxi shrugged dismissively.

In the afternoon math class, Wenxi's least favorite subject, she listened absentmindedly.

Tear a page from the notebook and write on it: [Zhou Jingchen, I met Chen Xu on the playground. Turns out he's the school heartthrob at No. 2 High School, lots of girls go to watch him play basketball.]

Wenxi folded the paper into an airplane, and while the math teacher was writing on the blackboard, she immediately lowered her head, breathed on it, turned around, and quickly and accurately threw the paper airplane at Zhou Jingchen, sitting up straight before the math teacher turned around.

The paper airplane landed on Zhou Jingchen's desk. He silently took it down, hid it in his desk, and quietly unfolded it. After reading the line of text, he frowned.

A moment later, the paper airplane flew back to Wenxi's feet. She picked it up, and there was a single word on it: "Hmm."

Wenxi tore off another piece of paper: [I saw Chen Xu's abs! He's got a great physique. He even touched my hair and asked which class I was in, telling me I could contact him if I needed anything.]

Fold it into a paper airplane shape, then throw it away.

The paper airplane didn't come back. Wenxi would look back at him from time to time and find him staring intently at the blackboard with a cold face, completely ignoring her gaze.

In fact, Zhou Jingchen also had some thin muscles on his abdomen. His physique was not the muscular type, but rather like a straight poplar tree, handsome and upright.

His skin was fair, and the veins on his wrists had a bluish-green tinge. Because of his left leg injury, he relied more on his right leg, lower abdomen, and upper limb strength for movement in his daily life.

When he was very young, Uncle Wen and Grandpa Zhou taught him to exercise, do sit-ups or do some appropriate upper limb training.

His abdominal muscles are clearly defined, with a thin layer of muscles that are both restrained and powerful. His V-line is also very sexy. When he bends his arms, you can see the tight muscle lines, which is the result of years of consistent training.

However, Wenxi never treated him as a boy, so she didn't pay much attention to these things.

That night, after taking a shower, Zhou Jingchen came out of the bathroom wearing only a pair of athletic pants.

Wenxi was lying flat on the bed with her legs and body at a 90-degree angle, straight against the wall, doing stretching exercises.

When she saw Zhou Jingchen enter the room, she paused for a moment, then said, "It's already autumn, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

"It's alright, not that cold." Zhou Jingchen took a towel and stood in front of the wardrobe to dry his hair.

"You know I hate injections and medicine the most. If you catch a cold and infect me, you're dead!" The girl's tone was unfriendly, yet fierce in a cute way.

Finally, Zhou Jingchen obediently put on a long-sleeved shirt and sat back on his bed.