My Years as the Pure Love Interest at the Noble Academy

Chapter 42

The "celebration dinner" went well, with Quan Le and Murong Huan quite happy, but Song Yi and Shen Yujing both maintained expressionless faces.

Why... why did this happen?

Who wants to be the campus prince/princess anyway!!!

The result was somewhat unexpected, with students' votes being more of an entertainment thing. The forum was filled with "hahahaha," and the topic quickly passed.

In the time that followed, Song Yi felt her interactions with Hang Feng became much more harmonious.

Perhaps because Hang Feng had made a vow to Song Yi, she no longer felt the previous resistance towards him, and could even treat him as a half-friend as mentioned in their pledge.

Song Yi also discovered that Hang Feng was quite good at mathematics.

Though he might not be as good as Jiang Yiheng, he was certainly capable enough for these standardized test papers.

So every morning when they met, the first thing would be—

"Good morning!"

Song Yi would take out her practice book from her backpack, "I came across this problem last night, look..."

Hang Feng would usually silently look at Song Yi for two seconds before picking up his pen to help her solve it.

Hang Feng's explanations were very clear, with only one drawback—

He had little patience.

If Song Yi zoned out or didn't understand after his first explanation, he would absolutely not explain it a second time.

But usually, Song Yi didn't need Hang Feng to explain things twice. At such times, she would take out a sandwich from her bag and hand it to him, saying, "Thank you fee."

The sandwich shop downstairs had just opened and was running a buy-one-get-one-free promotion, which was perfect for showing appreciation.

However, Hang Feng had no idea his sandwiches were just "by the way" and thought Song Yi was buying them especially for him.

Until one Monday morning.

After explaining the problem this time, Song Yi simply went back to her seat without any gesture.

Hang Feng looked at her, opened his mouth to say something but ultimately remained silent.

Song Yi felt his gaze and turned around curiously, "What's wrong?"

Hang Feng couldn't hold back and said quietly, "I haven't had breakfast."

Song Yi: "..."

She understood his hint.

It was quite awkward because the sandwich shop's promotion had ended, so she only had one sandwich in her bag today.

So Song Yi steeled herself and split the sandwich in two.

Calling it half would be an exaggeration; the portion she gave to Hang Feng was at most one-third.

Hang Feng didn't reach out to take it, but instead directly bit the small piece from Song Yi's hand and turned his head away, no longer looking at her.

Suddenly, Song Yi felt like she was looking at a puppy.

She had once owned a little black dog, with black fur and black eyes.

Whenever she fed it, it would take the food and hide in a corner, as if afraid she would snatch it back.

By the time Song Yi came to her senses, her hand had already patted Hang Feng's head several times.

His hair was somewhat coarse, making Song Yi's palm feel a bit ticklish, but it reminded her even more of her former pet black dog whose fur wasn't particularly smooth.

The young man turned to look at Song Yi, his eyes full of surprise, "What are you doing?"

This wasn't the first time Song Yi had patted his head! What strange habit did she have?!

Song Yi awkwardly withdrew her hand and came up with a poor excuse, "Nice hair texture, what shampoo do you use?"

Hang Feng: "..."

Song Yi: "..."

They both thought simultaneously: That was really far-fetched.

So Hang Feng didn't answer Song Yi's question and continued working on his paper.

Song Yi also took out a book from her bag, and they both tacitly pretended nothing had happened.

At that moment, at the doorway.

Shen Yujing, who happened to pass by and witnessed the whole thing: "?"

What were they doing?

Why did Song Yi pat Hang Feng's head? Why were they... why were they so intimate!!!

Even during lunch, Shen Yujing was still thinking about this.

Seeing Shen Yujing's unexpected appearance in the first floor of the cafeteria, Song Yi asked, "Why are you here?"

Shen Yujing, holding a burger in his left hand and a cola in his right, said seriously, "Can't I try this cheap food?"

Of course he could, whatever he wanted.

So Song Yi ignored Shen Yujing and sat down in a corner with her food tray.

And Shen Yujing sat across from her.

Throughout the entire meal, Song Yi felt Shen Yujing's gaze fixed on her, never moving away for a moment.

Song Yi couldn't take it anymore and said, "If you have something to say, just say it."

Having his intentions exposed by Song Yi, Shen Yujing inexplicably started stammering, "I saw today... you and Hang Feng... just... just..."

Song Yi: "Just what? Can you stop testing my patience?"

So Shen Yujing took a deep breath, "Why did you pat Hang Feng's head? I saw everything!"

Song Yi: "Huh?"

She didn't understand what Shen Yujing was doing or thinking.

He came to find her out of nowhere just to ask such a bizarre question?

And judging by his expression, he seemed quite dissatisfied, even hurt?

Wait, what was he hurt about? She hadn't patted his head.

That's what Song Yi thought, and that's what she asked.

Faced with Song Yi's question, Shen Yujing paused for a moment as if thinking, then replied rather unconvincingly: "Don't you know women shouldn't pat men's heads? It's very undignified for us, it hurts our self-esteem and dignity! So I'm... I'm angry on Hang Feng's behalf!"

Song Yi: "?"

This answer was quite absurd too.

Song Yi was stunned and asked, "Is it that serious? Just patting someone's head hurts their dignity? Then since I've done it more than once, does that mean I've trampled on his personality?"

This statement made Shen Yujing's eyes widen.

What? Song Yi had patted Hang Feng's head more than once? What was going on between them that he didn't know about?

But... she had never patted his head.

Sunlight streamed through the glass into the room, making the young man's golden hair appear softer, but his drooping head showed an inexplicable sadness and grievance.

Song Yi couldn't understand Shen Yujing's sudden emotional state, so she reached out her hand—

Shen Yujing's lips curved slightly upward, thinking to himself: if Song Yi would pat his head now too, he could let it go.

Then the next second, Shen Yujing watched as Song Yi's hand reached toward him and... took his cola???

"It would be a waste not to drink it," Song Yi said while inserting the straw and taking a big sip.

The cola was iced, making it very refreshing.

Shen Yujing looked up, with some annoyance in his eyes, and asked, "You just wanted my cola?"

Song Yi bit the straw and asked, "What else?"

Shen Yujing was silent for a few seconds, then took a step back.

He said, "The hair oil I use is handmade by world-class master craftsmen, priceless and not available on the market. And every two months, special staff come to my home to provide hair treatment."

Song Yi: "Oh, so?"

Was this his reason for coming to show off his wealth?

Seeing Song Yi's confused look, Shen Yujing couldn't hold back anymore.

He bent down to close the distance between himself and Song Yi, grabbed her hand and pressed it to his forehead, "So feel it! It must feel better than Hang Feng's messy hair!"

Song Yi: "?"

She didn't understand Shen Yujing's strange competitive spirit, but she still stroked his hair as he suggested.

The golden strands were much softer than they looked, not as annoying as their owner's personality, and they did feel quite nice.

Song Yi couldn't help but pat a few more times.

The young man couldn't help but lift his chin, like a cat being stroked, contentedly narrowing his eyes, and asked proudly, "Isn't it better than his?"

The next second, Song Yi grabbed a lock of Shen Yujing's hair and shook it hard, asking, "Can you hear the water sloshing around in your brain? What's there to compare about this!"

The pain made Shen Yujing bare his teeth at Song Yi, and after she let go, he lowered his head to continue eating his burger.

The cheap fast food, obviously frozen and reheated chicken, and the overly sweet salad dressing made Shen Yujing lose his appetite to continue eating, so he tossed it aside.

Song Yi asked curiously, "You're not going to finish it?"

Shen Yujing looked at the remaining half of the hamburger with utter disdain. "This tastes awful."

Song Yi rolled her eyes at him. "Young Master Shen, who asked you to stoop so low as to eat on the first floor? There's still time to go back upstairs."

Song Yi was completely exasperated with Shen Yujing. How could anyone think hamburgers were bad? KFC and McDonald's were her favorites!

Young master, condescending.

These words carried a sting that made Shen Yujing uncomfortable and displeased.

Shen Yujing couldn't help but look at Song Yi, but she kept her head down, eating without sparing him another glance.

Was she angry with him?

The moment this thought crossed his mind, the young man's entire expression crumbled.

Shen Yujing stared intently at his feet, his hands hanging awkwardly at his sides, not knowing where to put them. Finally, he started fidgeting with the hem of his clothes, his index finger tracing circles, like a child who had done something wrong but didn't know how to make amends.

How annoying.

Shen Yujing ran his fingers through his hair, feeling his thoughts becoming jumbled.

This continued until Song Yi finished her meal and stood up with her tray.

Shen Yujing immediately jumped to his feet, grabbing both the hamburger he had abandoned on the table and the cola Song Yi had left behind, then quickly followed behind her.

Shen Yujing took an angry bite of the hamburger and gulped down some cola.

Fine! He would eat it all if that's what it took!

Why was she even angry? Why was she ignoring him? What was the deal?!

He hadn't even complained about how close she was with Hang Feng, so why was she getting upset over something so trivial?

This is too much! Really too much!!!