Upon hearing the sound, Mu Anxiao looked up at Feng Qishi, blinked, and remained silent.
"Can you stop looking at me like that?" Feng Qishi felt increasingly uneasy under Mu Anxiao's gaze.
Mu Anxiao glanced at the students standing beside Feng Qishi and stood up.
Fearing his seat would be taken, Feng Qishi quickly pulled Mu Anxiao aside and sat down.
Mu Anxiao leaned to the side, turned her head to look at the seated Feng Qishi, and asked impatiently, "What are you doing?"
"It's my turn to sit," Feng Qishi stated matter-of-factly.
Seeing Feng Qishi like this, Mu Anxiao shook her head helplessly, turned, and followed the students towards the back door.
Seeing Mu Anxiao leave, Feng Qishi's expression stiffened. He turned and looked out the window, then quickly got up and squeezed through the crowd to follow her.
After getting off the vehicle, Feng Qishi stopped behind Mu Anxiao and asked, "Why didn't you say anything just now?"
"I already got up, do I still need to tell you?" Mu Anxiao replied absentmindedly, glancing to both sides.
"What are you looking at?" Feng Qishi followed Mu Anxiao's gaze, glancing around, and asked.
Mu Anxiao turned back to Feng Qishi and said, "It's confirmed."
"Confirmed what?" Feng Qishi inquired.
"That wolf demon is from the same school as you," Mu Anxiao said, lowering her voice significantly, worried about being overheard.
Feng Qishi's mouth twitched. "You're speaking too softly, I can't hear you."
"Can't you read my lips?" Mu Anxiao raised her voice back to normal.
Feng Qishi blinked helplessly and said, "Then repeat it," he fixed his gaze on Mu Anxiao's lips, "I'll definitely see it clearly this time."
"Don't follow me," Mu Anxiao mouthed.
Feng Qishi frowned and said, "You clearly said a long sentence just now, what does this mean now?"
Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi, bypassed him, and walked towards the school.
Feng Qishi looked around, then at his classmates who were looking in his direction, and asked, "Why are you guys looking at me?"
When one of the boys saw Feng Qishi speaking, he quickly put on a gossipy expression and trotted over, asking, "Who is that girl to you?" He deliberately shifted his gaze in the direction Mu Anxiao had gone.
Feng Qishi stared at the gossipy classmate's face for a few seconds and said, "You want to know."
The gossipy boy nodded vigorously.
Feng Qishi smiled, "It's simple, just surpass me in this upcoming exam, and I'll tell you."
"Huh?" The gossipy boy was stunned and gave a dry laugh. "Feng Qishi, you're kidding me, right? Your grades are so good, and mine are so bad. You want me to surpass you, it's practically a fantasy."
"You just need to work hard," Feng Qishi said intentionally.
The gossipy boy's face became awkward. "Alright, alright, I won't ask you anymore, okay?"
"Okay," Feng Qishi smiled with pursed lips.
The gossipy boy scoffed, turned, and walked back to the classmates who were eagerly discussing gossip, sighing.
Feng Qishi glanced at the gossipy classmates and turned away.
"It didn't work out?" classmate number one asked, looking at Feng Qishi's retreating figure.
The gossipy boy sighed again.
Classmate number two followed closely and asked, "Did he scold you?"
The gossipy boy turned his face away.
Classmate number three looked at classmates one and two, smiled, and asked, "Did he bring up the topic of your studies?"
Upon hearing this, the gossipy boy's eyes lit up. He turned back to classmate number three and said, "You understand me best."
"Your academic performance is at the bottom of our class. The only reason you can safely stay here is thanks to your parents' connections. Whenever we mention studies, you get defensive," classmate number three chuckled. "I suppose Feng Qishi could only force you to retreat using this tactic."
"You understand me," the gossipy boy tapped classmate number three's face twice with his finger and said, "I'll treat you to stinky tofu at noon."
Classmate number three smiled awkwardly. "Let's forget the stinky tofu. I still want to talk to the girls."
"Then what do you want to eat?" the gossipy boy raised his eyebrows.
"Anything, as long as it doesn't affect my handsome appearance and image," classmate number three pushed his long bangs aside.
"Your bangs are already past your eyebrows, aren't you afraid they'll be shaved off?" classmate number two pointed at classmate number three's hair.
Classmate number three glared at classmate number two with disdain and smiled at the gossipy boy, "Let's go, we'll discuss lunch today properly."
"Let's go," the gossipy boy agreed and walked ahead.
Classmate number three quickly stepped forward and slung an arm around the gossipy boy's shoulder.
Classmate number two looked at the back of classmate number three and touched his own buzz cut, saying, "Look how long his hair is, it'll definitely be shaved."
"Bet," classmate number one stepped forward and said.
"If it gets shaved, you give me ten yuan. If it doesn't, I give you," classmate number two arranged the terms himself.
"I haven't even spoken yet, and you've set the rules," classmate number one said.
"If it's the same, it's not a bet anymore," classmate number two said, and walked ahead.
Classmate number one sighed lightly and murmured to himself, "It's over, I'm going to lose."
A few minutes later, in front of the school gate, a teacher took a pair of scissors and directly cut off classmate number three's bangs that had grown past his eyebrows.
The moment classmate number one saw this, he instinctively took ten yuan from his pocket and handed it to classmate number two.
Classmate number two took the money and smiled, saying, "It's been three years, his relative teacher always keeps an eye on him. Well, I guessed right again."
"Unlucky," classmate number one muttered and walked past classmate number two into the school gate.
Outside the school gate, Mu Anxiao calmly watched classmate number three, whose bangs had just been cut. "That's strange, so many people have longer bangs than him, why," she turned to Feng Qishi, "does that old man only cut his hair?"
"That old man is his relative. As long as that old man is on duty at the gate, he's bound to suffer," Feng Qishi said, looking at Mu Anxiao.
"Relatives can be so harsh, truly ruthless," Mu Anxiao shook her head and turned to the inexplicably staring Feng Qishi, asking, "Why are you staring at me?"
"Do you want to go in stealthily," Feng Qishi looked down at Mu Anxiao's hand gripping his sleeve. "If not, please let go. I don't want to be caught by that old man."
"Take me in," Mu Anxiao said faintly.
"No," Feng Qishi refused.
"Why?" Mu Anxiao tightened her grip on his sleeve and asked excitedly.
"I'm just a student. If you follow me in directly, what does that look like?" Feng Qishi expressed his difficulty.