The aloof school beauty has been reborn and is now pursuing me relentlessly.

Chapter 8 Su Qingyan: Little thing, do you think I can't handle you?

In high school, boys and girls would get teased if they got too close to each other and said a few words.

Calling each other by their first names without their surnames also seems overly intimate and ambiguous.

Playful banter after class and unintentional physical contact can easily make people blush and their hearts race.

Not to mention.

In public.

They openly and brazenly took the initiative to hold hands.

The scene that had unfolded in the corridor behind Class 10's classroom had caught the eye of many students, and it must have stirred up quite a storm in their hearts.

It was also destined that this amazing feat by the ice queen would spread rapidly in a very short time, and in the near future, it would cause a sensation in all circles, big and small, of Yu Nan Middle School.

And this moment.

However, when the bell rang, the two individuals had already returned to their seats in the last row of the fourth group of the classroom.

There was an eerie quietness in the atmosphere.

Lin Ran glanced at his classmate, the school beauty, and tried to organize his thoughts before speaking:

"that……"

After trying to organize my thoughts for a long time, I still couldn't come up with a complete sentence.

The plot twists are so absurd, it's really baffling him, and he's still confused.

What exactly is going on here?

This part of the plot never happened in my past life!

Seemingly sensing Lin Ran's confusion, Su Qingyan remained calm and spoke in a light tone:

"Don't get me wrong, I just can't stand those two girls taking advantage of people."

"Holding hands is nothing, don't take it to heart."

【"Snap!—"

Despite saying that, the little person inside the campus belle of Suzhou University was already beaming with joy and setting off celebratory fireworks.

[Wuhu! I've finally held my deskmate's hand!]

[Xiao Linran's first time holding hands in this life! She's won over Oya!]

In her previous life, Su Qingyan clearly remembered that when Lin Ran first held hands with someone of the opposite sex, it was with Shen Lingshan, which happened only two weeks before graduation.

But in this life, Su Qingyan successfully snatched it away!

Shen Lingshan? You filthy green tea bitch, get out of here!

……

Little did he know the lively inner monologue of his classmate, the school beauty sitting next to him.

After hearing Su Qingyan's explanation, Lin Ran looked enlightened.

That makes much more sense and fits the image of my classmate, the school beauty, as an aloof and cold person.

But then Lin Ran hesitated:

"that……"

Su Qingyan, as if she had anticipated and guessed someone's thoughts, maintained her aloof demeanor and spoke:

"Holding hands casually or whatever, that was just something I said offhand."

You don't have to take it seriously.

Meanwhile, the little person inside—

[This is serious! You can hold my hand, Lin Ran, as many times as you want! I owe you my life, so don't be shy!]

Su Qingyan looked at Lin Ran with a calm expression:

"Any question?"

The person nodded honestly:

"Have."

Then he looked worriedly at his right hand, which hadn't been let go of by his school beauty deskmate since he entered the classroom:

"Can we stop holding hands now?"

"..."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot."

The campus belle of Soochow University remained calm and composed, casually releasing her hand as if nothing had happened.

In reality, the little person inside is filled with regret and sorrow:

[Oh dear, I've been found out. I wanted to hold hands with him a little longer.]

My little classmate's hand is so warm, I want to hold it again!

With his right hand free, Lin Ran breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that he wanted to be a paragon of virtue.

The main reason is fear of death.

Our old teacher, Liu Chun, was just patrolling outside in the corridor.

He was worried that if he were seen, the other party would kill him in a fit of rage.

……

Class begins.

The last period this morning was history class.

The history teacher was a thin, small old man who spoke with a weak and listless tone.

Holding his lecture notes, he stood on the podium, muttering to himself, completely absorbed in his own world, not caring at all how much the students below were actually listening.

Most of the students were either sleeping or secretly doing something.

Some students hid their phones under their desks to read novels, while others quickly ate snacks to tide them over when the teacher wasn't looking.

These are the seats in the very last row.

Lin Ran thought about it and felt that no matter what the reason was, his school beauty deskmate had helped him in some way.

Out of politeness, I should also express my gratitude.

So he wrote another note and handed it over.

"Thank you."

The school beauty's deskmate glanced at the note, then continued to watch the history teacher lecture with a cool and focused expression. At the same time, she scribbled a few lines on the note and pushed it back.

"How should I thank you?"

Lin Ran: "?"

He was just being polite, but this school beauty's deskmate really wasn't being polite at all.

How am I supposed to thank you... Dude, I gave you my life in my past life, why don't you think about how you should thank me!

Deep down, there's a miniature chibi-style figure slamming their fist on the table in anger and indignation.

But after thinking about it again, Lin Ran calmed down:

Forget it, that's all in the past.

Besides, they weren't reborn.

He quickly scribbled a few more lines on the slip of paper and pushed it over.

"How would you like to thank me?"

Upon seeing the contents of the note, the school beauty's deskmate seemed to smile faintly, then quickly wrote another line on the note and pushed it back.

The handwriting is elegant and graceful.

But the content of the text almost made someone choke on their own saliva the moment they saw it—

"Call me 'sister' and let me hear it."

Lin Ran: "???"

When I type a question mark, it's not that I have a problem, it's that I think you have a problem.

I couldn't help but look up at my classmate, the school beauty. She was still focused on the history teacher on the podium, looking completely absorbed and attentive.

It's hard to believe that someone with such a cool and aloof demeanor could say something so outrageous on that note...

My deskmate is the ice queen of the school.

Is this some kind of unusual fetish?

Lin Ran was completely bewildered, which could only be attributed to his own lack of understanding of others in his previous life.

But you definitely can't call her "sister".

Otherwise, where would a man in his thirties, with the mindset of a mature man, put his pride?

Continue writing the note and hand it back.

"No, change it."

The school beauty's deskmate glanced at the note again, quickly wrote something, and pushed it back:

"Then treat me to lunch."

Lin Ran looked at the note: "..."

It feels like I've been tricked.