I have a lot of dating skills.

The boys suddenly turned their attention to criticizing Xin Yu.

Xin Yu was a little annoyed, but since he was in the wrong and the other party had more people, he had no choice but to hold back and decided to apologize to settle the matter.

"What are you yelling about? You want more people to know I'm embarrassing myself, huh? Get lost, don't bother me!"

Zhao Weijing shouted angrily and raised her fist to threaten the boys. The boys did not expect to be treated like this by her and left with a wronged look on their faces.

Xin Yu suddenly couldn't help but laugh. There's a saying that goes, "A simp who keeps fawning will end up with nothing."

Zhao Weijing glanced at him with cold eyes, her expression filled with strong dissatisfaction, and was about to speak.

Just then, the teacher came over to supervise the morning reading. Zhao Weijing saw this and didn't know what to say. She snorted and swung her ponytail into the classroom.

Xin Yu immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Lao Liu approach, he quickly returned to the classroom.

Chapter Three: Zhao Weijing's Secret

Zhao Weijing didn't cause any trouble all morning, which made Xin Yu, who had been on guard, laugh at himself for not taking him seriously at all.

However, Xin Yu didn't care. The other party was from a different world than him, and he didn't have any inappropriate thoughts.

Excellent in her studies, from a wealthy family, and very beautiful, Zhao Weijing was the center of attention from a young age.

When Xin Yu thought about himself, everything seemed insignificant. Their lives were like two parallel lines, with no possibility of intersecting.

Furthermore, since Zhao Weijing was still working for that wicked woman from last night, Xin Yu was even less inclined to have anything to do with her.

During lunch break, the sky was overcast, and it looked like it was going to rain again.

Xin Yu was smarter today and brought an umbrella. He took the umbrella and went to the cafeteria for lunch.

Before I could even settle in, a torrential downpour began outside, even heavier than yesterday's rain.

Xin Yu quickly ate his rice. He suddenly remembered that the classroom window was open and his seat was next to the window. If he went back late, his things would probably be soaked.

After finishing lunch in five minutes, Xin Yu opened his umbrella and ran into the rain, then ran all the way back to his classroom.

Standing at the door, I saw that all the windows were closed; I guess someone left late and closed them.

Back in his seat, Xin Yu folded his umbrella and glanced down at his shoes.

I ran too fast just now. Although I had an umbrella for protection and my clothes weren't very wet, my shoes inevitably got wet when they hit the ground, and even my socks got wet.

When you step on it, there's a sensation of juice splashing out, which is disgusting and uncomfortable.

I wanted to take off my socks, but I felt it was inappropriate in the classroom, and it would be very indecent if someone saw me.

Xin Yu walked out of the classroom, sat down on the stairs, and took off his shoes.

He just happened to see Zhao Weijing coming out of the women's restroom. Her hair was a little wet, so she must have gotten caught in the rain and went to the restroom to dry herself off.

The toilet exit faced the stairs. Xin Yu saw the other person, and the other person naturally saw him too. Seemingly remembering what happened that morning, the other person looked a bit fierce.

Xin Yu avoided her gaze, pretending not to see, and took off his shoes, then his socks as well.

Zhao Weijing watched his movements, her gaze falling on his bare feet.

Xin Yu wrung out the water from his socks and put his shoes back on. Although they were still a little uncomfortable, it was much better than wearing socks before.

He stood up to go back to the classroom, but found Zhao Weijing still standing there. He thought to himself that something was wrong; he had probably been in her sight for too long, which reminded her of her hatred.

Xin Yu had no choice but to leave quickly to avoid a conflict with her. It wasn't that he was afraid of her, but he felt that being entangled with her would be troublesome. She had many admirers, and even if he didn't intervene, the admirers alone would be enough to annoy him.

Zhao Wei stared at his back for a long time without moving.

Back in the classroom, Xin Yu put his wet socks on his desk, picked up his books, and began to review.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and by the time school was over, the outside was still shrouded in a gray haze.

Many people couldn't wait any longer and left the classroom with their umbrellas. Xin Yu didn't plan to go back to cook dinner tonight; he would go to the cafeteria for dinner once the rain subsided.

The rain stopped when they were halfway through the meal. Xin Yu was worried that it would continue to rain, so he lost his appetite and decided to rush home as quickly as possible.

Oh right, I haven't picked up my socks yet.

Remembering this, he ran back to the classroom. By then, all the students had gone home, and the entire teaching building was empty and quiet.

As Xin Yu approached the classroom door and was about to enter, he suddenly heard a sound, as if someone inside was breathing heavily.

He stopped and, as if possessed, peeked into the classroom, where he witnessed an utterly unbelievable scene.

Zhao Wei sat quietly in his seat, holding the socks he had taken off that morning, staring at them with a peculiar look, her face slightly flushed, perhaps with curiosity or longing.

Recalling the commotion he had just heard, Xin Yu's heart skipped a beat. Could it be...?

No way, she must be jealous that I offended her this morning and was planning to put bugs in my desk, which is why she accidentally touched my socks.

Xin Yu immediately dismissed that unbelievable thought. The pretty girl was just spouting flattery; how could she possibly do something like that? Haha.

However, he overlooked the most incongruous point: why would a proud young girl hold his dirty socks in her hand for so long?

Or perhaps he simply doesn't want to admit it.

Xin Yu's expression shifted, then he suddenly remembered he had to go home. If he didn't go back soon, it would rain again. As for the socks... he could get them tomorrow.

That was the decision. He quietly moved back to avoid making any noise that might wake the people inside.

Suddenly, the sky flashed, followed by a deafening roar that startled Zhao Weijing, who was engrossed in the classroom. She nervously looked up and glanced outside, where she saw Xin Yu standing at the door.

Xin Yu was also startled by the thunder. When he came to his senses, he felt a tightness in his chest and saw Zhao Wei staring intently at him in the classroom. Her face was as pale as paper.

The two looked at each other in silence.

A moment later, Zhao Weijing slammed her hands on the table, stood up with great momentum, stared at Xin Yu, her lips trembling as she spoke, looking both shy and anxious.

Xin Yu thought to himself, "As expected of you!"

How can they still be so arrogant at a time like this?

He was extremely embarrassed; he didn't know whether to leave or stay.

If we don't leave, there might be a conflict. A girl in a state of extreme anger is terrifying, let alone someone like Zhao Weijing.

But when it came to leaving, Xin Yu felt aggrieved. "I'm the victim here, why should I back down?"

What a strange thing I've encountered these past few days! A rich woman who wants to be my sugar daddy, a girl playing a master quest, and a female classmate who stole my socks. They all seem like good luck in love, but they're all so bizarre.

"You saw it all, didn't you?" Zhao Weijing asked with a gloomy expression, her calm tone carrying a sense of unease before a storm.

Xin Yu realized he couldn't avoid the question, so he sighed inwardly and nodded, "I see. What are you doing?"

As he casually asked the question, Xin Yu walked into the classroom. He realized that this matter could not be resolved peacefully, but he did not want to attract attention. He felt that this matter was between him and Zhao Weijing.

Xin Yu didn't want to offend Zhao Weijing, nor did he want to back down, but if she went too far, he would have no choice but to fight to the death. Reputation is quite important to a girl.

Xin Yu made up his mind that if Zhao Weijing wanted to deal with him, he could use this incident to threaten her in return.

Of course, Xin Yu really didn't want to see this scene. He was the victim, but he still had to be bullied by the other party, which made him feel very aggrieved. He would rather offend the other party than not vent his anger.

Zhao Weijing's expression changed slightly, her teeth clenched tightly, and a blush crept onto her cheeks.

Huh?

Xin Yu looked at her with suspicion, as if there was a chance?

Zhao Weijing's cheeks flushed slightly, her gaze darting away for a moment, before she said in a calm tone, "If I said this was just an accident, would you believe me?"

Surprised?

Xin Yu had initially convinced himself of this as well, but now he couldn't keep up the act anymore, so he simply remained silent in response to Zhao Weijing's excuse.

"Is it not going to work?" Zhao Weijing felt dejected. Sure enough, this excuse wouldn't work. Why did she have to be discovered? No, why did she have to do this kind of thing?

Zhao Weijing was furious with herself and decided to throw caution to the wind, saying, "That's right, I did become interested in boys' worn socks. So what? Do you think I'm a pervert? Xin Yu, let me tell you, if you dare to tell anyone about this, I won't let you get away with it!"

Although threatened, Xin Yu didn't feel angry, because Zhao Weijing looked like a guilty thief, completely different from her arrogant demeanor that morning.

What should I do if I have a vague sense of vengeful pleasure?

Chapter Four: Let Me See Your Bare Feet

In fact, Xin Yu knew that Zhao Weijing's family was not ordinary. He could tell from the way the boys and girls around her treated her that going against her would probably not end well.

However, seeing Zhao Weijing, who used to be high and mighty and arrogant to everyone, now bowing her proud head in front of him, Xin Yu felt a subtle sense of pleasure.

A strange excitement welled up inside him, and a voyeuristic desire stirred within him. Xin Yu asked, "Why me?"

Yes, even if Zhao Weijing were genuinely interested in men's socks, she could use various channels to make contact. As long as she spread the word, countless people would willingly offer them to her.

Even if she doesn't want to show her face, with the internet so developed now, if she were to buy things online, many people would want to sell.

Zhao Weijing blushed and said guiltily, "...It was just an accident."

Xin Yu gave her a strange look, but didn't pursue the matter. He said, "Forget it, your affairs are none of my business. I won't tell anyone, but please don't do anything irrational to prevent me from telling anyone."

Reason returned, and the desire to avoid misfortune prevailed. Xin Yu hoped to reach a reconciliation with Zhao Weijing, and that this incident could be considered as if it had never happened.

Zhao Weijing's eyes flickered slightly as she gave him a deep look before nodding in agreement.

Xin Yu breathed a sigh of relief, then said embarrassedly, "...Um, could you give me back my things?"

Zhao Wei was stunned for a moment before realizing she was still holding his filth in her hand. Her face flushed red with embarrassment and anger, she threw the things back at Xin Yu and said angrily, "I have no interest in your filth!"

Xin Yu was speechless; he was being arrogant again.

After putting the nearly dry socks in his pocket, Xin Yu planned to go back. Before leaving, he glanced at Zhao Weijing and suddenly said to her, "If you're really interested in this, I suggest you buy it online."

Xin Yu's suggestion was well-intentioned; he only made it because he realized the other party wasn't the unreasonable person he had imagined. After all, doing something like this was very risky, so it was better to just spend the money.

Zhao Weijing's pupils contracted, suppressing her anger, and she coldly glanced at Xin Yu: "I don't have that kind of perverted hobby. I was just momentarily blinded by a demon. It was only when I saw you taking off your socks this morning that the thought suddenly came to me. Don't think I'm a pervert!"

Xin Yu paused for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry."

How awkward! I thought he was a gentleman, someone I could talk to, but who knew...

Of course, he couldn't figure out if the other person was lying, but he just felt it was hard to believe. He had only become interested after seeing him take off his socks, and he felt that the other person was saying this to save face and at the same time to please him, the person in question.

"You don't believe me at all!"

Zhao Weijing's chest heaved, and she was unusually angry for some reason. After speaking loudly, she turned and left.

Xin Yu was left standing there stunned, not having reacted for a moment.