☆, 07. You are perverted.

Just as Liang Qian had imagined, the entire school was buzzing about the incident.

When he opened his phone, several group chats were flooded with girls asking: “Who is this guy? Does anyone know him?”

The accompanying picture was of Chen Yang’s back, partially obscured by an umbrella.

Below it, a flurry of “hahaha” comments—though some recognized him, they still couldn’t believe it. After all, Chen Yang’s personality wasn’t like that.

Liang Qian, never one to shy away from drama, replied in the group chat: “It’s our Yang-ge.”

This particular group didn’t include any teachers. It was newly created and consisted mostly of students from the new campus, though there were also a few beauties from other schools.

“@Liang Qian Who are you trying to fool? Do you think I haven’t seen Chen Yang before?”

“Exactly. This person might just be you.”

“I just want to know where to buy that umbrella—it looks so cute. I’d get one for my girlfriend.”

“You need to be rich to afford such an umbrella. I’ll just admire boys using umbrellas. Is there really no one who knows him?”

“…”

Liang Qian scrolled through the entire thread, utterly indignant. But there was nothing he could do—no one believed him.

Zhao Mingri turned around and asked, “Yang-ge, where did you get that umbrella?”

Chen Yang was reading a book, not even looking up. “It’s mine.”

His own? Who would believe that?

“The owner of such a cute umbrella must be equally adorable,” Zhao Mingri thought, deciding to start with a compliment: “It suits you, Yang-ge.”

Though Chen Yang ignored him, Zhao Mingri could sense his mood was good.

Just as he was about to continue, Zhao Mingri’s head was suddenly smacked. Outside the window stood their homeroom teacher, glaring daggers.

Zhao Mingri hadn’t noticed when the teacher appeared outside the window.

“Zhao Mingri, focus on your morning reading. Don’t disturb Chen Yang while he’s studying,” the teacher scolded. “With such poor grades, you should be thinking about improving instead of sitting so close to Chen Yang. You’re not motivated at all.”

Unable to bear the nagging, Zhao Mingri quickly turned around and loudly began reciting the book he had just opened: “The mighty river flows eastward, its waves washing away the heroes of ancient times…”

The teacher stared for a full minute before finally leaving.

Zhao Mingri sighed deeply.

Being a top student truly had its perks. Teachers never suspected Chen Yang of doing anything improper.

The Chinese teacher continued explaining the previous month’s exam paper while pacing around the classroom. As expected, his gaze landed on the umbrella tucked away in the corner.

He felt reassured.

Yesterday, someone reported that Chen Yang had gotten into a fight. He immediately dismissed the claim—how could someone using such a girly umbrella possibly get into a fight?

Clearly, someone was slandering him.

Xie Qingyu hated math class the most—it was like listening to a foreign language. She tore a piece of paper and began writing.

Le Ya was attentively listening to the lesson when a crumpled note landed on her desk. Opening it, she saw Xie Qingyu’s handwriting: “What did you buy?”

She was referring to the snacks Le Ya planned to give Chen Yang.

Le Ya picked up her pen and wrote back: “I haven’t decided yet. I’m planning to buy a lot and send it all at once to save trouble.”

This matter had to be kept from her father. Besides, she didn’t know Chen Yang’s phone number, so she could only fill out his class and name.

Since outsiders weren’t allowed on campus, packages were usually left at the security office, and the respective students would be notified to pick them up.

Le Ya wasn’t worried about Chen Yang not receiving it.

Xie Qingyu passed the note back. “You definitely need to focus on nutrition. Today, I saw a very short and thin student enter Class Seventeen. I suspect it’s him.”

Mainly because she had heard someone call out “Chen Yang” just as she spotted the boy.

Hearing this, Le Ya realized she really needed to supplement his diet.

After all, he was being sponsored by her family. She couldn’t let people think her family couldn’t afford to take care of him. Secretly sending him food wouldn’t draw attention.

She replied, “I understand.”

Xie Qingyu was about to take the note when suddenly a hand snatched it away. Looking up, she saw Mr. Zhou’s face.

Mr. Zhou disliked students fidgeting during class, but since Le Ya was his prized student—gentle and obedient—he didn’t want to get angry.

In a stern voice, he said, “After class, both of you come to my office.”

Xie Qingyu lowered her head and muttered, “Okay.”

Not long after Mr. Zhou finished speaking, the bell rang. He gestured with his hand. “Both of you come with me.”

Le Ya sighed and followed Xie Qingyu to the office.

The office wasn’t filled solely with teachers. In front of the neighboring desk stood a boy and a girl, both strikingly attractive, while the teacher facing them looked furious.

Le Ya recognized the neighboring class’s homeroom teacher.

Xie Qingyu nudged Le Ya and whispered, “Hey, this is one of the two couples I told you about.”

Mr. Zhou barked, “Still talking after coming in!”

Xie Qingyu quickly shut her mouth.

Fortunately, their note didn’t contain much information—only mentioning a boy—but Xie Qingyu easily brushed it off.

Throughout the exchange, Le Ya didn’t have to say much. Her attention was drawn to the scene unfolding next door.

“…So you’re hiding your relationship from me, huh? Are you taking your senior year lightly?” the neighboring teacher scolded. “If I hadn’t caught you kissing in the corner, would you have kept it hidden until graduation? Yu Jiu, Su Song, do you have anything to explain?”

Such explosive news.

Le Ya noticed everyone in the office glancing over. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the boy named Su Song blush. “No, no… We weren’t kissing.”

Yu Jiu grinned. “Right, we weren’t.”

The neighboring teacher was livid. “Don’t try to deny it—I saw you with my own eyes. Do you think I’m blind?”

Yu Jiu replied, “We really weren’t. If anything, I kissed him.”

Le Ya blushed—this girl was bold.

Yu Jiu continued, “It’s not his fault. I forced him. He refused, but I kissed him anyway.”

The neighboring teacher was truly exasperated.

Yu Jiu was a transfer student with poor grades, while Su Song ranked first in the class and third in the grade—a sure candidate for a prestigious university. The teacher didn’t want to see him ruined.

“…Alright, go back. Next time, don’t fidget during class. Focus on your studies,” Mr. Zhou said.

Le Ya snapped back to attention. “Mm.”

As Xie Qingyu pulled her out of the office, she heard Xu Yan’s voice: “She really didn’t force me.”

This spectacle left Le Ya with newfound respect for the neighboring class.

Previously, when Xie Qingyu gossiped about their affairs, Le Ya hadn’t taken it seriously. Now, she realized it was all true.

Of course, getting caught in a relationship now meant certain doom.

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After the third period, the crowd in Class Seventeen finally realized that the photo circulating in the group chat really was Chen Yang. Taking advantage of his absence in the office, they gathered around to inspect the rabbit umbrella.

Several students took pictures. “I can’t believe it—this children’s umbrella was actually carried into school by Chen Yang.”

Liang Qian lounged with his legs crossed. “There’s plenty you guys don’t believe.”

Just as he spoke, Chen Yang entered through the main door, expressionless as always.

The students, accustomed to his demeanor, scattered like frightened birds at the sight of the umbrella. Even whispers ceased.

Chen Yang sat down nonchalantly.

His desk was piled with books and materials. At first glance, anyone would mistake him for a bookworm—never associating him with fighting or smoking.

Before the bell rang, another boy burst into the room.

Excitedly, he announced, “You guys won’t believe it—I just went to the new office across the hall to grab something, and when I came out, I saw a beautiful girl!”

Among students, gossip was abundant. Recently, the main campus students were the talk of the town, and among boys, girls were the hottest topic.

“Which girl? Which class?”

“Is she really pretty or just average?”

The boy waved his hand. “Really pretty. I saw her face when I went out—delicate and fair-skinned, clearly a well-behaved girl. I casually asked around and heard she’s from Class One—a top student.”

Liang Qian suddenly turned around. “What’s her name?”

The boy thought for a moment. “Le Ya. Isn’t that a cute name?”

Liang Qian found this suspiciously similar to the girl Chen Yang had been targeting—though he didn’t know her name, the description matched.

He said, “Cute, cute.”

The boy smirked, leaning closer. “For two thousand bucks, what do you think about me pursuing her? I’m not bad-looking, right—”

A book suddenly smacked him in the face.

The boy froze mid-sentence, ready to stand up and curse, but upon seeing Chen Yang glaring coldly at him, a chill ran down his spine.

Everyone knew that when Chen Yang lost his temper, he could drive someone half-mad. The previous year’s senior provided ample evidence.

Carefully, the boy placed the book back on Chen Yang’s desk. “Sorry, sorry—I disturbed Yang-ge’s studies—”

As he turned to leave, another object struck him.

Chen Yang’s voice was icy. “Even books can’t shut you up.”

The classroom fell silent. No one knew why Chen Yang suddenly lost his temper, nor did anyone dare ask.

Just as the bell rang, seeing Chen Yang withdraw his gaze without further pursuit, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Liang Qian stroked his chin.

Chen Yang returned the book to its place and glanced outside.

After the third period came a twenty-minute break. Many headed to the small supermarket on campus, leaving the teaching building half-empty.

A figure emerged from the opposite classroom.

The girl in her uniform held a water bottle, appearing delicate and petite. Her fair skin seemed to glow from afar, and her small ears peeked out from beneath her hair.

She looked so tender it made one want to leave a mark.

Chen Yang’s gaze deepened. Without hesitation, he rose and exited through the back door.

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After filling her water bottle, Le Ya turned around to find someone blocking the entrance to the water room.

She eyed him cautiously. Seeing his expression seemed neutral, she attempted to slip past him.

Before she could take a few steps, Chen Yang reached out, encircling her wrist, and pushed her back into the water room.

The space was cramped; standing together felt suffocating.

Le Ya glared at him. “What do you want?”

“There’s a lot I want to do,” Chen Yang said meaningfully. “Why didn’t you ask me for your umbrella back?”

At this, Le Ya asked, “Then when will you return it to me?”

She tilted her head slightly, revealing her slender white neck. Her delicate hands looked as if they could snap with the slightest pressure, along with her exquisite little face.

Chen Yang paused, inexplicably reaching out to touch her lips with his fingertip. His cool finger met warm softness.

The girl had been pampered since childhood—her tenderness starkly contrasted with the faint calluses on his fingertips.

Startled, Le Ya took a step back.

Chen Yang retracted his hand nonchalantly, meeting her startled gaze without concern. A faint smirk tugged at his lips. “I lost the umbrella.”

The topic abruptly shifted.

Le Ya grew flustered. She had heard earlier that a boy had entered school carrying a rabbit umbrella that morning—how could it possibly be lost within half a day? He was clearly lying.

Seeing no intention of returning it, she dared not press further, fearing he might lash out and hit her. She couldn’t match his strength.

“…Can you move aside?” Le Ya asked softly, muttering, “Class is about to start.”

Chen Yang replied, “No.”

Le Ya stood there helplessly, clutching her water bottle and lowering her head.

She hadn’t offended him. In fact, she had lent him her umbrella—why did he have to treat her so unfriendly? Were all students at the new campus like this?

From above, Chen Yang could only see the tip of her delicate nose. Whether from fear or not, a faint dew had formed.

He slowly said, “Want to leave?”

Without lifting her head, Le Ya murmured a barely audible “Mm,” her voice weak and tinged with a nasal tone, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Chen Yang chuckled silently, deliberately lowering his voice with a seductive edge: “Fine. Call me ‘Big Brother’ or beg me.”

He left the rest unsaid.

Preferably with a coquettish tone.

Le Ya looked up in disbelief, blurting out, “You’re a pervert!”