Ye Qingyang waited until the third period ended and didn’t stay in the classroom—he slipped out through the front door.
Lu Jingcheng only felt at ease after seeing him leave and boldly ran over to Ye Qingyang’s desk to start searching.
Strange. He was certain he had put the exercise book on Ye Qingyang’s desk. So why wasn’t it there?
He searched for a long time, even rummaging through Ye Qingyang’s desk pockets, but found nothing.
Sitting in Ye Qingyang’s seat, arms crossed, he pondered, What’s going on? How could it just disappear?
Outside the back door, Ye Qingyang watched him sitting in his seat through the small glass window and couldn’t help letting out a quiet laugh.
He looked down at the exercise book hidden inside his uniform and shook his head silently.
He had known Lu Jingcheng’s temperament—he wouldn’t be able to resist checking for himself.
Sure enough, no sooner had he left than Lu Jingcheng went over.
Watching the person at his seat, Ye Qingyang felt a sudden warmth in his chest.
It had been a long time since he had met someone like Lu Jingcheng: tough on the outside, soft on the inside, tsundere yet awkward. He seemed difficult to approach but was genuinely kindhearted.
In this world, there were people like Ye Hong—shameless relatives who would calculate every little thing against you—but there were also people like Lu Jingcheng, honest and bright, who would quietly care for you, even if you had been enemies before.
Ye Qingyang enjoyed teasing Ye Hong, but he was even happier to see someone like Lu Jingcheng.
He withdrew his gaze and headed toward the classroom’s front door.
At first, he had only seen Lu Jingcheng as a plot point, someone to strategize with and ride along with.
But now, he wanted to be friends with him.
Who wouldn’t like a friend like Lu Jingcheng? Tough, loyal, with a temper, but paired with that face, it was charming rather than arrogant.
Ye Qingyang admitted—he genuinely liked him.
From afar, Lu Jingcheng saw Ye Qingyang return to the classroom, immediately stepping back a few paces and sheepishly returning to his seat.
Ye Qingyang didn’t expose him, walking calmly to his own desk.
Once Lu Jingcheng stopped sneaking glances, Ye Qingyang pulled out the exercise book and placed it in the desk pocket.
When the class bell rang, Ye Qingyang sent Lu Jingcheng a WeChat message: [Lu Ge, I found an extra exercise book on my desk.]
Lu Jingcheng: ???
Wasn’t it gone? How did it reappear?
Ye Qingyang: [The classmate in front of me said he must have accidentally knocked it over earlier and, thinking it was his, put it back. He only realized just now and returned it to my desk.]
Lu Jingcheng: Oh.
Ye Qingyang: [But it’s not mine.]
Lu Jingcheng: …You care about that? Just use it.
Lu Jingcheng: Use it first. If someone lost it, they’d be asking around. No one’s asking, so no one lost it—you get to use it without buying a new one.
Ye Qingyang: …
Only Lu Jingcheng would say that. If anyone else said it, they’d probably end up in a class group chat asking who lost a book. But here, no one lost one. He magically has an extra, and Lu Jingcheng says this—any fool could guess it was him.
Ye Qingyang sighed, wishing he could give Lu Jingcheng a “lying skill” buff. How was this kid so incapable of fibbing?
But since Lu Jingcheng wanted to hide it, Ye Qingyang didn’t push. He replied: [Alright, I’ll use it. Seems like I’m really lucky, hehe.]
Lu Jingcheng smiled, thinking: You’re not lucky. I’m quietly helping you! Dummy!
So simple, and you can’t figure it out? No wonder your grades are low!
Still, it was fortunate he didn’t realize. Otherwise, when Ye Qingyang mentioned it, Chen Wei and the others would make a scene—so awkward.
Besides, he had just given Ye Qingyang his phone, and now the exercise book too—he’d already been too generous. If Ye Qingyang thought there was something going on, it would be cruel.
This way was perfect.
Ye Qingyang had the exercise book, so the teacher wouldn’t scold him. He didn’t even know it came from Lu Jingcheng and thought it was luck—a win-win, much to Lu Jingcheng’s satisfaction.
Lu Jingcheng: Mm, you’re lucky.
Ye Qingyang felt lucky indeed—otherwise, the protagonist of a transmigration novel wouldn’t have the personality of Lu Jingcheng.
Ye Qingyang: It must be because of you, Lu Ge. Thank you! Since you agreed to be my friend, my luck has improved a lot~
Seeing the small wave at the end, Lu Jingcheng couldn’t help curling his lips, replying proudly: That’s right.
Ye Qingyang looked at him, suppressed a smile, and thought: Lan Xingchen really does resemble a proud little peacock.
But now the little peacock had given him the exercise book—what was he supposed to do?
Ye Qingyang hinted: [Lu Ge, didn’t you lend out your exercise book? Can you get it back tomorrow? Do you want me to copy the parts for tomorrow’s class?]
Lu Jingcheng refused: No need, it’s fine. He’ll return it tomorrow.
Ye Qingyang guessed that Lu Jingcheng had already ordered a new one online.
Since he had Ye Qingyang’s exercise book, Lu Jingcheng bought himself another one—making the extra book unnecessary.
He paused, canceled the Chinese exercise book order, and bought a math and a physics exercise book instead.
For this set, they only bought the Chinese one under the teacher’s request—no other subjects.
Except for Chinese, Lu Jingcheng’s other grades were failing, especially math and physics. Buying these would let him practice more later.
Ye Qingyang didn’t intend to steal the heroine’s spotlight—their relationship blossomed during tutoring—but extra practice for science subjects never hurt.
Half a class period passed chatting with Lu Jingcheng and playing games. When the teacher left, he immediately pulled out the snacks he had prepared.
Clapping his hands and calling out loudly: “Boys and girls, your little angel Qingyang is here~”
Some alert boys ran up. “What’s for sale today?”
Ye Qingyang pulled out a pack of cookies. “Lin Master 43 cookies—light, crispy, sweet, unforgettable. The white-collar beauty of cookies, princess of snacks. See the understated yellow? Fresh, refined, exquisite. Bite once, think of it day and night! Normally five yuan, but in Qingyang’s live shop, only four. Don’t miss out!”
Chen Wei whistled, tapping Lu Jingcheng’s shoulder. “Your new friend’s selling again.”
Lu Jingcheng “Mm” and watched him speak vividly and endlessly, marveling at where he learned all those sales lines.
Chen Wei teased, “He didn’t give you any in advance this time?”
Lu Jingcheng turned to him.
Chen Wei smiled. “Looks like he doesn’t need you as a model.”
Calmly, Lu Jingcheng pulled a box of cookies from his desk and slapped it on the table.
Chen Wei frowned. “What? Hungry?”
“You’re the hungry one!”
Lu Jingcheng slapped another pack on the table.
Chen Wei: ???
Finally, Lu Jingcheng took out a bag of chips. “These were sent to me this morning—arrived before you even got to school!”
Chen Wei: ……
Lu Jingcheng opened a pack of cookies. “Want some?”
Before Chen Wei could answer, he teased: “Not giving you!”
“I don’t want them anyway! You’re so childish!”
Lu Jingcheng: “Oh~” Eyes twinkling, “You’re so flustered~”
“You’re the one flustered! I don’t care at all.”
“Good~”
He munched loudly, almost like holding a megaphone to Chen Wei’s ear, amplifying every crunch—revenge for the earlier mocking.
At the end of the day, the homeroom teacher gave a final reminder.
“The day after tomorrow, you’ll start military training. Temperatures are dropping—bring two warm layers. I’ll be there, but you’ll rarely see me. Listen to the instructors, especially the boys, understood?”
The boys lazily replied, “Understood.”
Ye Qingyang looked at their calm faces, puzzled.
Understood? They’re already in second year. Why military training again?
Shouldn’t it have been done in first year?
Could it be that this novel’s high school has three years of military training?
Excited, he checked the original character’s memories and finally found the reason.
It was simple—not three years of training, just this cohort was special. Heavy rain had fallen during their first year, so the school postponed the first-year training to the second year.
No big difference—it was still about exercise and bonding.
Ye Qingyang found the explanation, slightly disappointed it wasn’t a full three-year military training.
He excelled at it anyway—after all, his father was a retired special forces soldier.
Others spent holidays traveling; he spent them watching parades and marching precisely.
Others’ blankets could be smoothed; his had to be folded into perfect squares.
Before transmigrating, he had been a campus heartthrob since middle school—admired not only for looks, grades, and fighting skills, but also for military training prowess.
Everyone wanted him to fold their blankets perfectly.
Thinking of this, Ye Qingyang’s mind raced with new business ideas.