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

The yellow dress made Wenxi look like a bright little princess.

The 15-year-old girl had blossomed into a beautiful young woman, and everyone who saw her would exclaim, "The factory director's daughter is really pretty!"

Zhou Jingchen originally wanted to say hello to his grandfather before going to school, but then he thought that his grandfather had just worked a long night shift last night and was probably fast asleep, so he didn't want to disturb him.

The two of them left the courtyard with their schoolbags on their backs, walked through Kangshi Lane, passed Haiping Park, and arrived at school at 7:15.

The classroom was packed with students, all of them reciting texts from their textbooks.

Wenxi deliberately reached out to support Zhou Jingchen's arm, and the two entered through the back door of the classroom under the teacher's watchful eye, slowly moving to the last row of seats.

Zhou Jingchen has a leg problem, and the middle seat is too narrow, so he can only sit in the last row. From childhood to adulthood, Wenxi and Zhou Jingchen have always sat next to each other.

Wenxi sat next to him ostensibly to take care of his leg disability, but in reality, it was purely because the last row was a good place to make all sorts of small movements without being easily noticed by the teacher.

The two were late, but the homeroom teacher didn't say anything. She knew Zhou Jingchen had a mobility issue, and she could understand that he sometimes arrived at the classroom a little later than other students. Besides, Wen Zhiting had specifically spoken to the homeroom teacher, asking her to take extra care of Zhou Jingchen.

As soon as Wenxi arrived in the classroom, she started squirming and fidgeting in her seat after less than ten minutes, as if there were nails on the chair that were pricking her.

The sound of students reading aloud during morning self-study echoed throughout the campus. She piled her books high in front of her, trying to block the teacher's view. Holding a book in her left hand, she reached her right hand behind her back to scratch an itch, feeling something prickly inside her clothes.

Zhou Jingchen asked her what was wrong, and Wen Xi frowned and mouthed: Itchy.

Zhou Jingchen looked around the classroom and whispered, "You grab it yourself."

Wenxi glanced at him, her voice extremely low: "I can't reach it."

A moment later, the homeroom teacher left, and Wenxi immediately bent down, grabbed Zhou Jingchen's hand, slipped it inside her collar, and whispered:

"Hurry, scratch it for me, my left shoulder blade... I can't reach it..."

She half-lay on his knees, taking advantage of the fact that only the two of them were sitting in the back row, and brazenly let him tickle her in the classroom, oblivious to everyone else.

The students were all engrossed in reading their books, their voices rising and falling like waves.

Helpless, Zhou Jingchen took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, his cool knuckles slipped into her collar, touched her delicate skin, and skillfully pulled out two long strands of hair from her clothes.

Wenxi pinched the two strands of hair and looked at them in front of her eyes: "I was wondering what was that prickly thing, and two more of my beautiful hairs have fallen out..."

Then, heartbroken, he said, "I lost a lot of hair when I combed it this morning. Am I getting sick, Zhou Jingchen?"

Her expression was exaggerated; her pretty face was filled with shock and grief: "I heard that hair loss is an early symptom of cancer... Ugh, am I going to die soon?"

Zhou Jingchen's lips twitched, and he gently patted her back, reminding her, "Sit still, the teacher is coming."

The next second, the homeroom teacher entered the classroom through the front door, and Wenxi immediately sat up straight.

As the morning self-study session was about to end, she looked out the classroom window at the convenience store outside, licked her lips, and gently rubbed her knee against Zhou Jingchen's leg.

Zhou Jingchen subtly moved his leg away, but the other person clung to him again, continuing to rub against him.

Her pale yellow skirt clung tightly to his jeans, and her eyes held a pleading look as she looked at him, her long, curved eyelashes blinking rapidly.

Zhou Jingchen knew what she wanted to do, so he cleared his throat, moved his chair to the other side, and moved further away from her.

Unexpectedly, the little rabbit panicked the next second, stopped pretending, and started acting angry.

Her hand, hidden under the desk, went straight to his pants pocket, her soft knuckles touching his thigh through the thin pocket.

Zhou Jingchen froze and reached out to stop him.

Wenxi touched her left pocket, but found nothing. She then stretched out her arm to touch her right pocket, glancing at the teacher on the stage out of the corner of her eye as she did so.

Zhou Jingchen couldn't dodge in time, and before he could react, Wen Xi had already pulled out five cents from his right pocket.

The girl smiled mischievously, stuck her tongue out at him, and said it was enough to buy straw candy and spicy strips.

As soon as the bell rang, she took off running to the convenience store outside.

Zhou Jingchen saw the delicate, yellow-green figure through the window and felt sorry for Aunt Xiang.

Wen loves snacks and was quite chubby when she was little. Later, Xiang Qin enrolled her in a dance class and controlled her diet, which helped her gradually lose weight.

Xiang Qin was worried that her daughter would buy snacks indiscriminately at school. Once a teenage girl gains weight, it's especially difficult for her to lose it, so she controlled her allowance and instructed Zhou Jingchen to keep an eye on her and not allow her to buy snacks indiscriminately. She could only eat proper meals.

Aunt Xiang didn't know how he could keep an eye on things.

He couldn't out-argue her, nor could he out-fight her. With a pout and a furrowed brow, he would surrender unconditionally. It was common for her to take his allowance.

When Wenxi returned to the classroom, she was holding two large spicy chips in her hand, her lips were red, and she was still slurping them.

She handed Zhou Jingchen a spicy snack and said, "Look how good I am, always thinking of you."

"I won't eat it," Zhou Jingchen said. He had no interest in snacks.

"This is spicy strip!"

"I don't like it, you eat it."

"Fine, I won't eat it then," Wenxi said, tilting her head back and stuffing the large red spicy chip into her mouth, her eyes crinkling with delight. "It's so delicious, absolutely amazing!"

After she finished eating, Zhou Jingchen took out a tissue and wiped her fingers clean one by one from where she had been holding the spicy snack.

At this moment, Fang Haoyu came over and patted Zhou Jingchen on the back. His gaze swept over Zhou Jingchen's action, as if he was already used to it, and he leaned close to his ear and said:

"There's a performance at the People's Cinema tonight, wanna go have some fun?"

Wenxi, with her sharp ears, immediately kicked Fang Haoyu in the butt, "Take me with you! Don't even think about carrying me on your back!"

Fang Haoyu rubbed his butt and clicked his tongue: "Don't you go to dance class every day after school?"

"I don't care, I'm going too! You'll regret it if you don't take me."

The three of them used to play together when they were little, but now Fang Haoyu always asks Zhou Jingchen out alone, without her. Wenxi feels isolated.

Zhou Jingchen didn't really want to go, but seeing that Wenxi was quite willing to go, he said, "Then we'll wait for you after school until you finish dancing, and then we'll go see the performance together."

"Okay~" the girl laughed happily.

When there's anticipation, class time always seems to drag on, each second feeling like an eternity. As soon as the bell rang, the three of them immediately left the classroom together.

Wenxi danced at a dance studio on Changbai Street, not far from the school. Wenxi studied folk dance, and Zhou Jingchen would accompany her there to dance every day after school before going home.

The dance studio was large enough that some parents were waiting for their children in a corner, and Zhou Jingchen and Fang Haoyu were also sitting on the side waiting.

When Wenxi came out wearing a pink dance costume, her whole body was fair and delicate, like a cherry blossom in spring, clear and beautiful.

Fang Haoyu glanced at her and joked to Zhou Jingchen in a low voice, "Why don't we just go have fun together? Why bring such a young lady along?"

The teacher had already led a group of girls to review the movements they learned yesterday. Wenxi seemed to sense that the two of them were talking about her, and rolled her eyes at Fang Haoyu.

Fang Haoyu chuckled lightly, "Look at Jing Chen, how do you put up with her personality?"

Zhou Jingchen lowered his eyelashes and said, "She's been like this since she was little."

Which girl can roll her eyes so cutely?

Fang Haoyu complained, "That brat is really strong. The kick she gave me this morning still hurts in my butt."

Hoping to receive some comfort, Zhou Jingchen casually remarked, "You're too fragile."

Fang Haoyu grabbed a handful of hair, gritting his teeth: "Zhou Jingchen, it was one thing to be her lackey when we were kids, but why are you still doing it now that we're grown up?"

Before the other person could speak, he added, "Forget it, the painful life is about to end. After the high school entrance exam, with your grades, you'll definitely get into the top high school. With her terrible grades, even if Uncle Wen pulls strings, she might not get in. She can only get into a second-rate school. Then you won't have to put up with her anymore."

Zhou Jingchen curled his fingers, tightened them, and narrowed his eyes as he looked at the girl dancing in the crowd—Wenxi's legs were so beautiful, snow-white, long, and straight.

She was like a beautiful little peacock, twirling and leaping lightly, her skirt billowing like open feathers, unrestrained, bright, and flamboyant.

Zhou Jingchen looked down at his crippled leg and the crutches he both loved and hated. He pursed his lips slightly and said in a very low voice that only he could hear, "In high school, I'll go to the same school as her."

After Wenxi finished dancing, her face was as red as an apple, and her forehead was still damp with sweat. "Wait for me a moment, I'll change my clothes."

"Hurry up, women are such a hassle!" Fang Haoyu said impatiently.

The three of them came out of the dance studio and stood by the roadside waiting for the bus.

The bus was packed at this time, and after finally squeezing on, there weren't any seats. Someone noticed Zhou Jingchen was using crutches and offered him their seat.

He nodded his thanks, did not refuse, and sat down. Immediately, the three people's schoolbags were piled up on his lap like a mountain.

Fang Haoyu and Wen Xi each held onto the back of the chair in front of him and stood chatting happily.

Wenxi asked, "What kind of shows are there at the People's Cinema?"

"They say it's a folk art troupe, with monkey shows, fire-jumping performances, and..." Fang Haoyu paused here, his expression mysterious.

Wenxi asked anxiously, "What else?"

He leaned closer to Wenxi and whispered in her ear, "There's also a striptease, hahahahaha..." After saying that, Fang Haoyu laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Really?" He thought Wenxi would be shy, but the girl seemed even more excited than him. Her little face was full of anticipation: "I want to see a striptease! I want to see a striptease!"

Fang Haoyu scoffed, putting his hand on Zhou Jingchen's shoulder: "See? I knew she was more excited than me. She's not a girl at all!"