The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 15: Being a "simp" knows no age. [Please read on!]

Early morning study sessions in winter are always a nightmare for high school students.

In the northern winter, it's pitch black at six o'clock. But students have to get up from their dormitories at 5:30 to wash up and get dressed so they can be there for morning self-study at six o'clock sharp.

Damn it, who can get up like this?
Oh, the homeroom teacher is up early and is still at the door watching over the late students.

That's fine.

Zhang Muchen couldn't help but admire Liu Wuyang's perseverance.

Every morning at six o'clock, she stands guard at the classroom door like a guardian deity. Anyone who arrives late will be caught by her.

But Zhang Muchen never took this seriously.

He struggles to get out of his warm bed every morning.

"Just ten more minutes of sleep, there's definitely enough time..."

Zhang Muchen glanced at the time in a daze—5:20.

However, when he opened his eyes again, it was exactly six o'clock.

"Oh, I'm late. Oh well, I'm late anyway."

Zhang Muchen pulled the covers over her head and went back to sleep.

This is his daily routine. By the time he calmly gets up, hops on his electric scooter, and leisurely rides to school, it's already close to 6:50.

Zhang Muchen yawned and lazily walked to the classroom door.

He peeked inside first—the students were quietly engrossed in their morning self-study, but Liu Wuyang was nowhere to be seen.

Zhang Muchen did not go in directly, but turned around and went to Liu Wuyang's office.

The office was empty at this time; most of the teachers hadn't arrived yet. Only Liu Wuyang was taking a nap, her head resting on her desk.

She was wearing a fitted knitted sweater, and was sleeping peacefully with her head turned to the side, using a cushion as a pillow.

Zhang Muchen stood at the door and clicked her tongue: "Sister Yang is really dedicated. She catches late students at six o'clock, and after finishing, she comes to the office to catch up on sleep."

He tiptoed to Liu Wuyang's side and noticed that the office air conditioning wasn't very warm, so he carefully found a jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

As Zhang Muchen bent down to drape a coat over Liu Wuyang, his gaze inadvertently fell on her profile.

Liu Wuyang's eyelashes were thick and long, trembling slightly with her breath.

Her nose was straight, and her skin was fair and delicate, with a natural glow.

In her sleep, Liu Wuyang appeared less aloof than usual, and instead seemed exceptionally quiet and gentle.

Zhang Muchen stood to the side watching the sleeping Liu Wuyang and couldn't help but mutter to himself: She's usually so fierce to me, but she's quite well-behaved when she's asleep.

He gently covered Liu Wuyang with the clothes, then his gaze shifted and landed on the drawer of his desk.

"It should still be in the same old place."

Zhang Muchen tiptoed and pulled open the drawer, where his confiscated cell phone lay quietly.

Liu Wuyang clearly hasn't changed her habit of hiding things.

After successfully obtaining the phone, Zhang Muchen quickly left the office, her footsteps so light they were almost silent, much like a cat cautiously stealing fish.

However, just as he gently closed the door, Liu Wuyang stirred slightly, her closed eyes quietly opening, revealing a hint of drowsy weariness.

Her gaze slowly swept towards the door, confirming that Zhang Muchen had left. Then she looked down at the coat she was wearing, and gently pulled it tighter around herself.

The warmth from the soft knit sweater and coat made her feel quite comfortable.

"Fine, I'll let you off this time since you covered me with your clothes."

After speaking, Liu Wuyang readjusted her posture, and slowly succumbed to that relaxed drowsiness again.

Zhang Muchen opened her mobile banking app in a great mood.

Balance +2000.

His mood was brighter than the morning sun, and he rewarded himself by playing on his phone during the morning self-study session.

Cool!
It's 7:30, time to end morning self-study.

The students in the classroom were already itching to rush to the cafeteria.

As soon as the bell rang, the classroom erupted like a honeycomb. The screeching of chairs being dragged, the clatter of books closing, and the hurried footsteps all mingled together.

However, there are always exceptions amidst the noise.

Chu Jiuli remained seated, her pen never stopping, her eyes fixed intently on the exam paper, as if the world around her had nothing to do with her.

"Hey deskmate, aren't you going to eat after class?" Zhang Muchen asked casually while stretching.

Chu Jiuli looked up at him, her tone still indifferent: "Too many people, too crowded."

Zhang Muchen: "That's true. Going to the canteen is no different from going to the battlefield now."

During this time, students rush into the cafeteria like they're starving; the line for wontons at the window can circle the entire cafeteria.

Chu Jiuli took out a packet of instant noodles and a carton of milk from her schoolbag; this was clearly her breakfast.

Zhang Muchen didn't say anything and prepared to get up and leave. However, at that moment, a familiar figure walked over.

Chen Hao, the sycophant, walked towards Chu Jiuli with a smile on his face, holding an exquisite insulated lunchbox in his hand.

Chen Hao was also a day student, and his parents would prepare breakfast for him every morning. He considered these breakfasts as a token of their affection and would bring them to Chu Jiuli.

Zhang Muchen glanced at Chen Hao's smiling face and gave a soft snort. He knew what was going to happen next.

Zhang Muchen, not wanting to waste time, simply stood up and leisurely walked towards the door. Just as he was about to leave the classroom, Chu Jiuli's cold and resolute voice rang out behind him.

"I'm sorry, you can eat it yourself."

Zhang Muchen paused, a playful smile appearing on his lips.

He slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Chen Hao's embarrassed expression. "Hey Chen Hao, let me tell you. If you bring food to Chu Jiuli, you'll only get rejected. Why don't you give the food to me? I can at least say thank you. You're such a kind person."

One sentence silenced the classroom for a few seconds, and some people couldn't help but chuckle.

Chen Hao's expression changed, and his eyes revealed a hint of resentment, as if he had been thoroughly mocked.

His hand gripping the lunchbox tightened slightly, and the smile on his face froze.

"You just wait," Chen Hao said through gritted teeth.

Zhang Muchen shrugged nonchalantly and strode out of the classroom. However, as soon as he stepped out the door, he caught sight of several boys from the next class filing in, heading straight for Chu Jiuli's seat.

Zhang Muchen stopped and leaned against the wall by the door, watching the group of boys quickly form a circle in the classroom.

Chu Jiuli attracted them like a magnet. Those boys who were usually aloof or arrogant were now all smiling, standing in front of her with shy and attentive attitudes.

"It's so lively."

Zhang Muchen recognized a familiar face in the crowd at a glance: Liu Ziyang, the rich second-generation from the next class.

This well-known rich kid at school was decked out in luxury goods from head to toe, except for his school uniform.

From the luxury watch on his wrist to the limited-edition sneakers on his feet, every item flaunts his wealth.

As expected, Liu Ziyang did not disappoint this time. He was holding a box of exquisitely packaged chocolates, all written in English.

“These were brought back from France by my parents. Try them.”

Zhang Muchen was too lazy to continue reading. As he left, he only heard Chu Jiuli's slightly angry and indifferent voice.

"Don't disturb my studies."

Zhang Muchen was unfazed and headed straight for the hot water room, intending to make himself a bowl of instant noodles.

The hot water room was conveniently located right next to Liu Wuyang's office. Zhang Muchen, who had just finished making instant noodles, was about to return to the classroom when she heard faint conversations coming from the half-open office door.

He instinctively stopped and glanced through the crack in the door.

Liu Wuyang sat behind her desk, looking somewhat uneasy.

Standing opposite her was a male teacher in a suit, carrying a thermos lunchbox.

Liu Wuyang quietly declined, while the male teacher kept promoting the breakfast he had brought.

"Teacher Liu, this is breakfast I prepared especially for you."

The male teacher opened the lunchbox as he spoke, his movements full of eagerness.

Liu Wuyang smiled politely: "Thank you, but I'm not hungry. You can keep these for yourself."

The male teacher didn't care about her refusal at all: "It's okay, it's not much, just a little bit, you can try it."

Standing at the door, Zhang Muchen couldn't help but facepalm: "Simps really don't discriminate by age."

He knocked on the door, cleared his throat, and broke the slightly awkward atmosphere in the office: "Teacher Liu, the instant noodles you ordered are ready. I brought them over especially for you."

After saying that, he swaggered into the office with a steaming hot bottle of Kangshifu liquor in his hand.

Liu Wuyang was slightly taken aback, her gaze shifting from the male teacher to Zhang Muchen, clearly surprised by this sudden intrusion.

As Zhang Muchen walked, he gave Liu Wuyang subtle hints with his eyes.

Liu Wuyang raised an eyebrow, initially not quite understanding, but quickly grasped Zhang Muchen's meaning.

"You little rascal, you've got something on you."

Liu Wuyang smiled, inwardly praising him.

"Teacher Wang, the instant noodles I had my students make have arrived. It would be a waste if I didn't eat them. I really can't eat your breakfast, thank you so much."

As she spoke, Liu Wuyang politely pushed Teacher Wang's lunchbox aside.

Teacher Wang's smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned to normal: "In that case, you can eat your instant noodles slowly. Keep this breakfast; you can have it for lunch if you really don't want to eat it."

Zhang Muchen took the lunchbox and said with a smile, "No need, Teacher Wang, I haven't had breakfast yet."

Teacher Wang: "???"

Seeing the silent Teacher Wang, Zhang Muchen opened his lunchbox without any hesitation.

"Thank you for your silent gift, Teacher Wang."

After saying that, Zhang Muchen began to eat heartily.

It must be said that the meal was very plentiful.

Egg pancakes, ham sausages, millet porridge, and a few stir-fried dishes.

Zhang Muchen ate while praising the food, but remained silent when it was Teacher Wang's turn to eat.

He looked at Zhang Muchen, who showed no sportsmanship, and forced a smile: "Good boy, don't choke. What's your name? Which class are you in?"

"Chen Hao, Class 9, Grade 11".

Zhang Muchen smiled slightly.

(End of this chapter)