GBT Chapter 12

Jiao Bai was a senior high school student before transmigrating. The knowledge in textbooks was still fresh in his mind. He didn’t need to spend time reviewing. He just needed to act like a hypocritical, showy, and disgusting thing in front of Shen Young Master every day as much as possible, and observe the other party’s reaction in passing.

Shen Young Master dressed simply, his school uniform was enough. The sneakers on his feet weren’t a big brand either. You couldn’t tell he was from a wealthy family from anywhere. This might be due to his mother’s influence, living quite frugally. He was a very taciturn and unsociable academic, surrounded by no one but Liang Dong.

Jiao Bai attended a week of classes and didn’t hear Shen Er An say a single word.

Until more than half a month later, Jiao Bai went to the office after school to find a teacher…

“It’s, alright.” At the corner, the boy whispered to the girl who had bumped into him and kept apologizing, dropping his sketchbook. He wanted to say something more, but seemed to have some difficulty, his tongue not obeying him.

The boy’s knuckles gripping the sketchbook were pale and blue. He lowered his head, his tall and thin figure standing in the shadow of the tree, giving people an unspeakable sense of embarrassment and innocence.

Jiao Bai took half a step back and hid in the corner, tapping the ground with his toe. In the later stages of “Broken Wings,” Li Jue was too cheap, and Shen Er An was too much of a Scumbag. There was no crematorium-style redemption. A large number of protagonist-obsessed fans couldn’t stand it and demanded a change of gong, suggesting any male supporting character to take the lead. The author’s Weibo was besieged, but she resolutely refused to change the setting. She only fleshed out Shen Er An’s character, drawing his teenage years.

Probably because the teenage arc wasn’t bloody enough compared to the main story, Jiao Bai didn’t remember many details.

So the young Shen Young Master had a bit of a stutter. This was why he rarely spoke.

Jiao Bai continued to observe.

The girl stuck out her tongue and trotted away, her little ponytail swinging with a lively and cute arc. She didn’t know that the boy she secretly admired also secretly admired her, his sincere heart filled with her name.

The most common thing in this world is being destined to meet but not to be together.

Seeing Shen Er An standing in place for a while before going downstairs, Jiao Bai didn’t bother looking for the teacher anymore and quickly followed him.

Shen Er An didn’t live in the Old Shen Home, nor did he live with Shen Ji. He rented a house not far from school to spend his three years of high school. The house was shared with a classmate, who had suspended his studies for personal reasons and returned home. As soon as the rental ad was posted, Jiao Bai, who had been waiting for an opportunity, seized the chance and moved in.

Jiao Bai took leave in the morning to move. Now he and Shen Er An were roommates.

At the end of school, the warm golden rays of the setting sun danced on the teenagers. Jiao Bai slowly rode his bicycle behind Shen Er An, entering the residential area with him, dismounting his bike at Building 27, going upstairs, and stopping at the eleventh floor, in front of the 1101 door.

Jiao Bai anticipated Shen Er An’s change in expression.

But Shen Er An didn’t reveal any obvious emotional fluctuations. He took out his key, opened the door, and walked towards his bedroom, as if it made no difference who his roommate was.

“No fun.” Jiao Bai bent down to take off his shoes, threw his bag into the living room, and went to the kitchen to cook dinner in a carefree manner.

Shen Er An’s door remained closed, and he hadn’t come out since going in.

Jiao Bai felt that Shen Er An at this time was like an insecure little animal, curled up in its shell, afraid of light and strangers.

Kind of cute, makes you want to hug him and ruffle his fur a few times.

Jiao Bai was just thinking about it. He wouldn’t dare to ruffle him. A few days ago, he unintentionally learned something – Shen Er An had beaten someone up at school.

The date was the day of the Old Lady’s birthday. The cause was that the paper dragonfly in his desk had been dismembered by a cocky boy, who mocked him with his cronies for putting on an act.

Students who are too excellent in both studies and appearance, and who haven’t shown their claws, are prone to attract the jealousy and bullying of others.

Shen Er An, who was usually so quiet and peaceful, must have been shockingly terrifying when he exploded.

That time, Jiao Bai was sitting in the back seat of the car, witnessing Shen Ji receive a call from the teacher, coldly laughing and telling the teacher to do as he pleased, then throwing the phone in anger.

Shen Ji was angry, probably because the teacher described Shen Er An covered in blood, lying on the ground holding the broken paper dragonfly, softly calling for his mother. That woman was the source of Shen Ji’s hatred, the ugliest part of his life.

After a campus fight, Shen Er An went to school as usual with injuries. The boy he had beaten to near death and his parents didn’t come to the school to make trouble.

Rumors about Shen Er An being an illegitimate son of a wealthy family therefore arose, but they didn’t spread widely. Liang Dong, as a lackey and minion, wasn’t just for show.

Jiao Bai’s thoughts returned. He waited to go to school with Shen Er An tomorrow morning, but he didn’t expect that when he woke up, Shen Er An had already left.

It was also difficult to have any communication after school.

Often, Jiao Bai had to wait for Liang “Mom” Dong to leave before he could approach Shen Er An. He could say ten sentences, but Shen Er An wouldn’t even make a sound.

Fortunately, their roommate relationship wasn’t harmonious, but it wasn’t stiff either. They lived under the same roof, each with their own space, barely considered harmonious.

Jiao Bai sometimes complained to Zhang Zhen about his roommate.

Zhang Zhen was a person who didn’t joke. He lectured Jiao Bai, saying that everything should be done with harmony as the goal, and that if there were any conflicts, they should sit down and talk it out, nicely. Don’t resort to violence, and if you do, don’t be the one who suffers.

Increasingly paternal.

Jiao Bai, on the other hand, hoped that Zhang Zhen would complain about his Third Brother, so he could analyze him.

Qi Yi Liao, well, maybe only his roots are real. Jiao Bai planned to wait until his rank had increased significantly before confronting him.

The temperature dropped as soon as it dropped, and the autumn wind was fierce, making people’s heads ache. In math class, the teacher wrote a few questions on the board, calling people up to do them. Jiao Bai was among them, and he was assigned the final, most difficult question.

Jiao Bai rubbed his face and walked to the podium. With the original Wang Chuqiu’s academic performance, if he had been in Class 7 from the beginning, this would be a face-slapping moment.

But before coming to South City, the original had studied in a middle school in town. For the two years from seventeen to nineteen afterwards, he had been in the circle. Jiao Bai was able to have a new identity and appear here because he had used his golden finger to spend money to find someone who could handle things for him.

Twenty million, it was so enjoyable to spend.

Jiao Bai was weak in some subjects, English wasn’t his forte, but math was okay. He pinched the chalk and wrote a few steps, then rolled his eyes. He erased everything and rewrote it.

“Why hasn’t that stir-fried meat come down yet?” Liang Dong shook his leg disdainfully and laughed, “Just writing nonsense, ugh.”

Shen Er An was calculating on scratch paper.

“He’s still writing,” Liang Dong gesticulated, “He’s probably using every formula he knows, what a big shot.”

Jiao Bai’s female classmate turned back and glared at Liang Dong: “You’re so annoying.”

“Is it fun to give people nicknames?” she huffed, “I think you’re just jealous of my Jiao Bai.”

Damn, he’s “mine” already? That bitch is so popular? Liang Dong was about to change his face, but Shen Er An kicked him, his gaze falling on the blackboard.

When Jiao Bai came down after patting the chalk off his hands, he found that Shen Er An was looking at his solution steps.

He had deliberately erased the conventional method and replaced it with a complex and interesting one.

See, the act worked.

After Jiao Bai sat down, his female classmate leaned over and admired, “Bai Bai, you’re so amazing.”

That was Jiao Bai’s nickname, his childhood friends used to call him that. He was quite happy to be called that here: “Do you know I solved it correctly?”

“I don’t know.” The female classmate shook her head, “But you wrote so much, it looks very impressive.”

Jiao Bai: “…”

Jiao Bai not only solved the problem correctly, but he also solved it beautifully. The teacher praised him a lot. From that moment on, the new student was his favorite.

Jiao Bai gained fame and popularity with one question, and the number of people asking for his WeChat also increased dramatically. But Jiao Bai wasn’t happy.

Because he hadn’t broken through Shen Er An’s firewall.

One night at the end of the month, it was almost eleven o’clock. Jiao Bai was soaking his feet and writing a test paper when he heard a noisy sound from downstairs. He casually put on his slippers and went to the window to look out.

Understanding the situation outside, Jiao Bai sat back down and continued to soak his feet and do the questions, taking time to reply to a message from Zhang Zhen: Sister, there’s a fire on the sixth floor of my building, I’m on the eleventh floor, and I haven’t finished my test paper yet. Followed by a somewhat flustered expression.

Actually, there was no wind tonight, and the floors weren’t adjacent, so there shouldn’t be any problems.

Zhang Zhen sent a voice message.

Jiao Bai was a little surprised. This was the first time Zhang Zhen had sent him a voice message. He opened it.

The man didn’t know where he was, the background was slightly chaotic. He was like an older brother, his tone calm and reassuring: “You can’t be careless if the fire is in the same building. Open your door and take a look at the hallway. If there’s no smoke or the smoke is very light, go downstairs quickly. Don’t take the elevator, take the stairs. If the smoke is a bit thick, wet a towel and cover your mouth and nose…”

Jiao Bai’s face suddenly changed. He smelled smoke. The wind was here!

The flag really shouldn’t have been raised.

Jiao Bai grabbed his phone and ran out: “Shen Young Master?”

There was no sound from Shen Er An’s room.

“Shen classmate?” Jiao Bai changed his address, but there was still no response.

“Shen Er An!”

Jiao Bai waited for a few seconds and kicked the door. He kicked it several times before finally opening it. There was no one inside. Shen Er An had already gone down, without reminding him!

Damn it.

And I was worried about your safety.

Jiao Bai went downstairs with a stinky face. On the stairs on the ninth floor, he saw a… paper dragonfly.

Jiao Bai: ???

Da da da –

A string of footsteps came up from downstairs, the rhythm a little hurried and chaotic.

Shen Er An appeared in the hallway from the eighth floor to the ninth floor, holding a small wooden box. He sensed something, stopped and looked up.

The young man squatted by the wall, holding a paper dragonfly in his fingers. He gently patted the dragonfly’s wings twice, brought it closer and blew on it, smiling and saying, “Poor thing, your owner left you here, don’t be afraid, brother will take you to find him.”

Shen Er An saw the young man stand up, meeting his gaze. He was stunned and awkwardly hid the paper dragonfly behind him, then forced himself to calm down and took it out again.

“That, I didn’t step on it.”

“Don’t believe me, look.” Jiao Bai walked down the stairs, spreading the paper dragonfly in front of Shen Er An, “It’s okay, right.”

Shen Er An reached out to grab the paper dragonfly, his fingertips touching the palm of his hand.

Jiao Bai gently enclosed the paper dragonfly and the teenager’s fingertips, looking into his eyes and smiling, “You haven’t said thank you to me yet, Shen Young Master.”