SC Chapter 12

The applause on the playground grew even louder, and the people from Class 9 clapped perfunctorily, while the girls from Class 10 had been screaming non-stop since the beginning. This aroused Wang Xin’s gossipy nature, and she asked, “Sisters, what’s making you so happy?”

The girls from Class 10 excitedly turned around, grabbed Wang Xin’s shoulders excitedly, and said, “Those transfer students are going on stage for the opening ceremony! Ahhh! I really like that Yan Lai!”

Another girl pushed her head away and said, equally excited, “Do you understand Xiao Qing? He’s so damn handsome!”

Yan Lai and Xiao Qing, mentioned by the two girls, were good friends. Not only were they extremely good-looking, but their studies were also top-notch.

Wang Shuai had recruited such outstanding students into Xinjì High School without any effort.

The two girls then said to Wang Xin, “Who do you like?”

Because they were too close, the faces of these two girls were magnified in Wang Xin’s eyes.

Wang Xin patted her chest proudly, leaned back in her chair, and said, “It has to be Duan Sirong!”

Yun Muye subconsciously thought of that handful of beautiful candies, and his face darkened.

Duan Sirong had only been at Xinjì High School for a few days, but his reputation was already well-known. Duan Sirong’s family was refined and wealthy, and Duan Sirong was handsome and intelligent. Wasn’t he the perfect boyfriend in the hearts of countless girls?

“Ahhh! Duan Sirong is also very handsome! How’s your pursuit going?”

Hearing this, Wang Xin immediately felt a little depressed and shook her head.

“I definitely haven’t succeeded in pursuing him, but I’ve had dinner with him and some of my friends.”

The two girls’ eyes lit up immediately, “Wow! Isn’t that great? You got the chance to have dinner with your male god.”

Wang Xin sighed. It was indeed a very good opportunity, but Duan Sirong had been glancing at Yun Muye the whole time that day and didn’t pay attention to her at all!

On the podium, the microphone was a little broken. Wang Shuai patted it hard, and the microphone made a harsh sound. The poor students suffering below quickly covered their ears.

Yun Muye impatiently “tched” and, after finally pushing away Liu Lan and Guo Xi who were leaning towards him, disgustedly clapped his hands.

Wang Shuai, feeling a little embarrassed for making a mistake, said, “Dear students! I was too rough just now. I hope the students and teachers who were startled will forgive me. I will compensate you with the wonderful programs that will follow. First, let us welcome the main characters of this sports meet, a few excellent transfer students who have come to Xinjì High School!”

Some girls were just waiting for this sentence, so they dropped their burdens and began to shout wildly.

The two girls who were talking to Wang Xin also quickly checked their makeup and sat in a pose that was both conspicuous and elegant.

The girls had some understanding of the personalities of these transfer students and knew what to do.

Wang Xin, of course, came prepared and was uncharacteristically quiet.

The first to come on stage was Duan Sirong. His body had a rose fragrance that seemed to come from nowhere, which Yun Muye found familiar.

In Yun Muye’s view, the sunlight just happened to shine on Duan Sirong’s body, and the sunlight was smeared on every inch of Duan Sirong’s skin.

Duan Sirong’s eyes only met Yun Muye’s for a few seconds before returning to his original ice-cold face.

But it was Duan Sirong’s face, which seemed to take everything lightly, that made more girls’ hearts flutter, and of course, made Yun Muye even more unhappy.

Yun Muye continued to read the comic book, but it seemed that as soon as he lowered his head, there would be a burning gaze, and as soon as he looked up, the gaze would quickly disappear without changing.

Wang Shuai said, “This transfer student is called Duan Sirong. I heard that he is famously popular in our school. That’s right, he is indeed excellent.”

“But Duan Sirong is not the only excellent one. Let us welcome the other transfer students!”

The second to come on stage was Lin Mu, and the shouts immediately became lively, which gave the boys on the playground a bad feeling.

The sound on the playground was sometimes quiet and sometimes loud until all the transfer students were introduced, and then the sound of chatting resumed on the playground.

Wang Shuai quickly let the transfer students off the stage.

Looking at the only empty seat left in the back row, Duan Sirong fell into deep thought.

Wang Xin flicked her hair and said in a affected voice, “Ah? There’s no seat left, Student Duan Sirong, why don’t you sit next to me?”

Duan Sirong chuckled and said to Guo Xi in a similarly affected voice, “I want to switch places with you.”

Yun Muye almost threw the comic book at him.

Wang Xin had expected this answer and secretly gave Guo Xi an intimidating look as he was about to speak.

“Student Duan Sirong, you have to ask Yun Muye about this.”

Yun Muye tried his best to reduce his presence, but when three gazes were cast at the same time, he still felt a little at a loss.

“It’s not like you have to sit here. Isn’t there a seat in front?”

Wang Xin clapped her hands and reminded Yun Muye with her eyes, “Oh dear, they’ve only been here for a few days, and they’re only familiar with us.”

Yun Muye nodded, also wanting to help Wang Xin, but Duan Sirong in front of him suddenly knelt on one knee and appeared in Yun Muye’s perspective.

Yun Muye’s mind went blank, and he expressed deep confusion at this action.

Duan Sirong grabbed Yun Muye’s wrist and said, “You said,” Duan Sirong lowered his head and rubbed his head on Yun Muye’s hand, looking charming and well-behaved, “You would give you to me.”

“Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!”

Hearing the shouts, Xiao Mo ran over quickly and shouted at Yun Muye, who was holding his palm in the air, “What are you shouting? What if you disturb Duan Sirong?!”

Duan Sirong crossed his arms and looked at the ongoing event with a calm expression, as if he thought it was boring, and then lowered his head to continue doing his homework.

But Yun Muye was not like this, looking at his left palm in disbelief and shouting like crazy.

Xiao Mo shook her head helplessly and said, “Look, even Wang Xin, Guo Xi, and Liu Lan are quiet, what about you?”

But unbeknownst to her, the quiet Wang Xin was silently holding back her tears at this moment, and Guo Xi and Liu Lan could only remain silent in the face of this situation.

Everyone in the last row saw Duan Sirong’s actions and what he said to Yun Muye just now. The scene at that time…

Everyone’s expressions were different.

Xiao Mo sighed, patted Yun Muye’s shoulder, and said, “Okay, okay, the next event is yours and Duan Sirong’s, you can go and prepare.”

The broadcast had already started announcing the next race. Students from other classes had already gone to the playground one after another. Xiao Mo looked at Yun Muye, who was still unmoved, and didn’t know what was wrong with this child today.

“Sirong, can you help me pull him?”

Duan Sirong grabbed Yun Muye’s hand, and without caring about Yun Muye’s thoughts, he pulled him away.

And Yun Muye was still lost in thought and allowed Duan Sirong to pull him.

The registration teacher on the playground looked at this magical combination and couldn’t help but ponder.

A top student who was super godly in his studies and a person who roamed the world alone…

Duan Sirong said, “Class 9, Senior Year, Duan Sirong, Yun Muye.”

The registration teacher didn’t say much and took out two number plates and handed them to Duan Sirong.

Duan Sirong politely took them, his eyes becoming bolder because of Yun Muye’s confusion, and his slender and warm hand touched Yun Muye’s face.

“Wake up.”

The threads in Yun Muye’s mind kept spinning, but they ended up in a dead knot. Until a thread was revealed, it was a sentence from a physical education class, that pleading, that weak one.

“I’ll give you me.”

The dead knot was finally untied by this thread that was only accidentally revealed.

Yun Muye didn’t stand firm for a moment and took a few steps back. A pair of familiar eyes were looking straight at him.

“You, I… I…”

“Duan Sirong, screw you!”

The registration teacher propped his head and said, “Your number cloth is in the hands of the student next to you.”

Duan Sirong stretched his hand towards Yun Muye, and Yun Muye snatched his own and ran towards the track.

Seeing that Duan Sirong was about to follow, the registration teacher quickly stopped him.

“Child, you’d better stay away from that Yun Muye, he’s not a good thing. Don’t you know, he! Is a scumbag—”

“Watch your mouth.” Duan Sirong frowned tightly, his face heavy and gloomy, scaring the registration teacher.

The last row of seats in Class 9.

Liu Lan and Guo Xi were sitting together, discussing in a low voice.

“What happened to Sister Xin?”

“You heard what Student Sirong said to Brother Yun just now.”

“Do you think Duan Sirong and Yun Muye are that kind of relationship…”

Liu Lan slapped his thigh.

“Bah! Brother Yun is straight. In the years I’ve played with him, when have you ever seen him be moved by anyone?”

Guo Xi said, “Duan Sirong…” Wang Xin, who was eavesdropping, heard the three words “Duan Sirong” and shouted, “Ahhh! Don’t talk about it anymore! Ahhh!”

Guo Xi quickly shut up and hurriedly handed over a tissue.

“Okay, stop crying, you have no chance anymore.”

Wang Xin wiped the transparent tears from the corners of her eyes, and the peach red at the corners of her eyes was very conspicuous. She said with a choked voice, “Why? Why does Yun Muye deserve it?”

Liu Lan probably didn’t want to believe that his brother was gay, so he retorted, “Come on, Brother Yun doesn’t really like Duan Sirong.”

Wang Xin sighed, it seemed that she really had no chance.

On the track, Yun Muye was doing stretching exercises, hoping to forget that he had said those words.

Duan Sirong walked to Yun Muye’s side and stopped.

Yun Muye avoided his gaze.

“This is a relay race, you—why are you looking at me so affectionately?”

Duan Sirong’s eyes were like a beautiful and romantic rosy cloud, the clouds in the rosy cloud were soft cotton, silently revealing his deep affection.

Duan Sirong said, “Good luck.”