Halfway there, He Siheng remembered he hadn’t gotten from Zhou Yu why Tan Jing’s name came first. He didn’t care about CPs, but he’d heard Zhou Yu mention them enough to know that in those names, the first one was the “top.”
Why was Tan Jing the top? What, was it based on popularity?
He Siheng suddenly felt he’d figured it out, and it irked him more.
Tan Jing, that dog, being Student Council President and giving speeches on stage—stealing all his spotlight and popularity.
He Siheng clicked his tongue, pivoted on his heel, and headed to the vending machine for an ice-cold soda to cool off.
In front of the vending machine stood a girl, glancing up at the selections and bending to check the dispenser, looking troubled.
He Siheng walked over. “What’s up?”
Zhang Xunyue turned at his voice. Surprise flashed in her eyes when she saw him, followed by some embarrassment. “I paid, but the drink seems… stuck inside.”
“Step aside.” He Siheng motioned her back. “Lemme see.”
Zhang Xunyue quickly moved aside. He gave the machine a hard kick—bang—and something dropped inside with a clunk. She bent down and checked; sure enough, two sodas were there.
“It came out!” Zhang Xunyue grabbed them, delighted and shocked. “Thanks.”
“No biggie.”
He Siheng’s lips quirked up as he pulled out his phone to scan for a drink, but a slender hand from beside him offered one of the sodas from the dispenser.
He turned and met Zhang Xunyue’s smiling eyes.
“Wanna drink this?”
He Siheng raised a brow. “Isn’t the other one for your friend?”
“I always buy two out of habit. Was gonna give it to Tan Jing, but…” Zhang Xunyue smiled strainedly. “He wouldn’t take it anyway.”
Hearing it was originally for Tan Jing, He Siheng took it without hesitation. “Better give it to me than that dense guy. Thanks.”
He twisted off the cap—hiss—bubbles surging up.
Zhang Xunyue watched him, hesitating to speak. “He Siheng, you and Tan Jing…”
“Me and Tan Jing what?”
He wasn’t surprised she knew his name; his face alone made him known at school.
He tipped his head back for a gulp, his throat bobbing, then heard her ask, “Are you really a couple?”
“Cough cough cough…“
He Siheng barely held back from spraying the soda but choked hard, coughing nonstop.
Zhang Xunyue apologized in a panic. “S-Sorry!”
He Siheng waved it off, wiping soda from his lips with the back of his hand, a bit helpless. “You saw those forum posts too?”
Zhang Xunyue nodded embarrassedly.
He Siheng was speechless.
What the hell did those posts even say? How’d they fool even a smart girl like Zhang Xunyue?
Damn, if everyone bought into that nonsense, how was he supposed to get a girlfriend?
“It’s fake, all fake.” He Siheng debunked the rumors online. “Tan Jing and I only have a competitive relationship. We compete over everything—studies, sports, popularity. Even if he gets a girlfriend in the future, I’ll consider stealing her away.”
Zhang Xunyue laughed at his words. “Do you two have that big of a grudge?”
The corner of He Siheng’s mouth curved up, and he flashed her a roguish grin. “Wasn’t it him who made you cry? I’m just helping you get revenge.”
Zhang Xunyue paused slightly, covering her mouth as she smiled. “Don’t drag me into it. I have no intention of getting revenge on him.”
He Siheng shrugged. “Guess I’m just overthinking it like a petty villain judging a gentleman.”
Zhang Xunyue said, “Because he’s a good person, even if he doesn’t like me, I won’t dislike him.”
“I’ve often heard that Tan Jing is very cold,” He Siheng remarked curiously, “but this is the first time I’ve heard someone say he’s actually a good person.”
Zhang Xunyue shook her head. “He just seems cold on the outside, but he’s really warm-hearted. In junior high, we were in the same class. Not only did he help me deal with some Alpha thugs who bullied me, but whenever he saw someone in urgent need of help on the road, he’d step in. He even rescued a kitten stuck in a tree once, and got scratched up pretty badly by it.”
He Siheng could picture the scene—probably the cat was scared by Tan Jing’s icy face and lashed out.
“You were paying attention to him back in junior high?” Hearing that Zhang Xunyue and Tan Jing had been classmates in junior high made He Siheng want to probe her about that car accident Tan Jing had been in.
“Because I liked him,” Zhang Xunyue admitted a bit shyly. “A few times after school, I even secretly followed him and discovered he had a weird little hobby.”
He Siheng perked up—this could be leverage against Tan Jing. “What hobby?”
Zhang Xunyue replied, “He really liked going to this out-of-the-way milk tea shop for milk tea. Almost every Friday after school, he’d go and order their signature drink. At first, I thought it must be delicious, so I bought a cup myself later… and it was super super bad.”
He Siheng’s smile froze. “Is that milk tea shop near Silver Peak Plaza?”
Zhang Xunyue looked surprised. “How did you know?”
He Siheng said vaguely, “I’ve been there before.”
An out-of-the-way shop with awful tea—he immediately thought of that one because it was right across from the noodle shop, another minefield he’d dragged Tan Jing to.
It was so bad it was unforgivable. After one try, he’d never gone back.
But why did Tan Jing frequent it? Did his taste buds mutate or something?
The two chatted as they walked into the sports field. Inside, Wang Yizhou’s eyes widened a bit. “Jing Bro, isn’t that the school beauty and He Siheng? Why are they together?”
Tan Jing glanced over and saw He Siheng walking side by side with Zhang Xunyue.
He Siheng had striking good looks—high nose bridge, thin lips, eyes with slightly upturned corners. His amber eyes looked even clearer in the sunlight, and when he smiled, he exuded youthful charm. His good upbringing made him automatically soften his edges around girls, polite, witty, and charming. Whether in looks or personality, he was the type girls loved.
He didn’t know what He Siheng said, but it made Zhang Xunyue cover her mouth, her smile tinged with shyness.
Pretty quick moves—yesterday he was asking for Zhang Xunyue’s contact info, and today he was already with her in person.
Tan Jing subtly withdrew his gaze, his tongue pressing against his canine tooth. Tch.
He’d bitten too lightly.
The afternoon’s 4x100m relay was the grand finale of the sports meet—a high-stakes team event with the biggest points on the line, and the fiercest competition.
He Siheng was originally the anchor leg, the final sprint to the finish—the most crucial and spotlight-grabbing position. But he could clearly feel the effects of his heat cycle dragging him down; his condition today was far from yesterday’s.
Stealing the show was great, but if it meant holding Class 1 back, he might as well not run.
For the greater good, even though He Siheng was reluctant, he found Tan Jing—who was originally third leg—and swapped positions with him.
“I’m handing you the most important leg,” He Siheng grumbled unwillingly. “If you cost Class 1 the glory, I’ll laugh at you for a year.”
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