The daily life of a crazy female supporting character trying to redeem herself.

For a moment, there was complete silence, which was only broken when Song Zhiji returned.

"Here you go," Song Zhiji said, handing Liang Qing chopsticks and a spoon.

When Song Zhiji spoke, Chen Cuo breathed a sigh of relief; he had almost been mortified just now.

But he only relaxed for two seconds before he was about to speak when he met Su Heng's gloomy face and had no choice but to swallow his words back.

The meal was quite quiet. Song Zhiji and Liang Qing didn't chat while eating, and Su Heng and Chen Cuo usually exchanged a few words during meals, but today, both of them chose to remain silent.

Su Heng was in a bad mood, and Chen Cuo was in a bad mood because of Su Heng.

Chen Cuo was on tenterhooks during the meal, fearing several times that Su Heng would cause trouble, but for some reason, although Su Heng had a dark face, he didn't say anything more.

In the end, Su Heng was the first to finish eating. After finishing, he gave Chen Cuo a look, stood up from his chair, and put his plate in the recycling bin.

After doing all that, he didn't return to the dining table.

Chen Cuo didn't take it seriously. After finishing his meal, he politely informed Song Zhiji and Liang Qing, then put down his plate and walked directly to a spot not far from the cafeteria entrance. Su Heng was leaning against the street lamp pole in front of the door, clearly waiting for him.

After the two met up, they walked together towards the teaching building.

"What are you doing?" Chen Cuo asked.

"What's going on?" Su Heng was completely baffled.

"Don't play dumb," Chen Cuo said casually, walking slowly with his hands in his pockets, but his tone was serious. "What were you doing just now?"

"I didn't." Su Heng rubbed his face.

"Oh, why were you being so sarcastic during dinner?" Chen Cuo teased.

"I didn't say another word while I was eating." Su Heng said this and walked faster and faster, making it impossible for Chen Cuo to maintain his nonchalant attitude. He had no choice but to quicken his pace to keep up with him.

“Okay, I won’t ask,” Chen Cuo stepped forward and put his arm around Su Heng, earnestly advising her, “However, I’d like to give you a friendly reminder: you can’t treat a girl like that.”

"Especially the girl you like."

"I like Liang Qing?" Su Heng sneered as if he had heard a joke. "Don't be ridiculous."

"If you don't like it, why did you paint someone's portrait?" Chen Cuo rolled his eyes and continued to expose him mercilessly.

"..." Su Heng was stunned for a moment, but did not answer.

He had indeed forgotten that there was a portrait of her tucked inside the book. When did Chen Cuo see it?

He did have feelings for Liang Qing when he painted her before, but those feelings disappeared after she humiliated him. Now he only has a desire for revenge.

The thought of making Liang Qing unhappy gave Su Heng a sense of pleasure.

"Heh, anyway, I don't like her." Su Heng moved his hand away and retorted coldly.

"Alright." Chen Cuo didn't want to make a fool of himself, so he chatted with Su Heng about other things for a while.

"Su Heng!"

The two chatted as they walked to the classroom door. Just as they entered the classroom, Su Heng was called back.

A girl with her hair tied in a bun walked up to them. Her somewhat serious face caught Su Heng's eye. She was the class monitor in Su Heng's class.

"Su Heng, your homeroom teacher asked me to ask you whether you will participate in this painting competition."

Her expression was serious, and her words, like her personality, were cold.

Upon hearing this, Chen Cuo glanced cautiously at Su Heng.

Su Heng stood quietly for a while, and finally replied, "No, I won't participate."

"Okay." The class monitor closed the folder in his hand, pressed the pen cap, and returned to his seat without saying anything more.

The incident passed like a minor episode, but Chen Cuo, Su Heng's deskmate, knew that he hadn't spoken a word all afternoon.

Although he and Su Heng were both art students, his love for art was far less than Su Heng's.

But a month ago, Su Heng threw all his art supplies into the trash can. Chen Cuo happened to be visiting his house at the time and was shocked to see this. Chen Cuo asked Su Heng if he had gone crazy, saying, "You're an art major!"

Su Heng only replied, "I never want to see anything related to art again."

He only uttered that one sentence before continuing to throw paint around, ignoring Chen Cuo's attempts to stop him. All words seemed to be shut out by him as he mechanically threw away everything related to painting.

……

Liang Qing hadn't seen Su Heng since they last met in the cafeteria.

During this time, she had been focusing on winning over Song Zhiji, but her favorability rating was stuck at 89. Just as she was planning to find an opportunity to increase her favorability rating, Chen Cuo appeared outside the classroom.

"Liang Qing, someone's looking for you outside." Chen Cuo instructed someone he'd met while playing basketball to call Liang Qing out of the classroom.

"What do you need me for?" Liang Qing looked at Chen Cuo in front of her with a puzzled expression.

"I'm sorry, senior, I know this is a bit presumptuous, but could you please wait for me here after school and give me some time? I have something very important to discuss with you."

Chen Cuo's classroom was in the next building. Although there was a sky bridge connecting them, the floors were three levels apart, so there wasn't much time left for a round trip.

So Chen Cuo got straight to the point and stated his purpose.

Although he was anxious and spoke hastily, his expression was sincere and his tone was earnest.

Seeing his state, Liang Qing knew he had come for Su Heng, since she and he were complete strangers, and Su Heng was their only connection.

"Okay." Liang Qing nodded. "I'll wait for you here after school."

Chen Cuo seemed surprised that she agreed so quickly. His eyes lit up, revealing two rows of white teeth, and he quickly said, "Thank you, senior! I'll come find you after school."

After saying that, he waved and disappeared.

Seeing his actions, Liang Qing couldn't help but smile. He really came and went quickly.

She returned to the classroom and had just sat down when Song Zhiji asked her, his pen stopping at that moment, "Did Chen Cuo want to see you about something?"

"He said she had something to say to me and asked me to give him some time after school."

"Oh." Song Zhiji turned back to his book, flipped through a few pages, and then stopped, as if lost in thought.

Time flew by, and the school bell rang on time. Five minutes after school ended, Chen Cuo reappeared outside the classroom.

He had clearly run there; he was still panting when he stopped at the door, sweat dripping from his face onto the ground.

"No need to rush." ​​Liang Qing handed him a few tissues as she went out.

"Thank you, senior." Chen Cuo took it and casually wiped his face.

"Can you tell me what you wanted to say now?"

"Oh, right," Chen Cuo said, holding the tissue in his hand, "Senior, do you know about the painting competition?"

Liang Qing thought about it and realized that it was true. It was a painting competition held every six months, and any student in the school who was interested could participate, not just those in the art department.

A few days ago, the class monitor asked her if she wanted to participate. If it were her past life, given her competitive nature, she would definitely have signed up. But now, she doesn't care about these things anymore, so she declined the class monitor's offer.