Mutual Understanding

  After lunch, Ye Ziqing returned to the classroom alone.

  Yan Jinxuan originally wanted to send her back, but Ye Ziqing was afraid that she would be killed by the gaze of those infatuated girls, so she insisted on not letting him send her back.

  The classroom is extremely quiet at this moment, and since there are still more than five minutes before the formal class starts, not many people have arrived yet.

  Just as Ye Ziqing was quietly reading a book on the desk, Han Yixuan suddenly walked into the classroom and sat down beside her.

  "Hey, Ye Ziqing." Han Yixuan suddenly poked Ye Ziqing's arm with her own, as if she wanted to say something to her.

  "What's wrong?" Ye Ziqing coldly swept a glance at him and asked irritably.

  "Let's discuss something with you!" After finishing, he even deliberately winked at Ye Ziqing, and his tone was much better than before.

  "Just say it if you have something to say, don't beat around the bush." Ye Ziqing still didn't give Han Yixuan a good look, as if she was still shaken by yesterday's events.

  "My student will be absent, so I was wondering if you could temporarily substitute for me, is that okay?" Han Yixuan's gaze was very sincere, making Ye Ziqing unable to refuse.

  "What position are you in the student council?" Ye Ziqing asked calmly.

  "Don't you know?" Han Yixuan was shocked, how could this girl be so indifferent to his affairs?

  "May I ask if I need to know?" Ye Ziqing asked back with a expressionless face.

  Han Yixuan was at a loss for words and didn't know what to say.

  After a moment of silence, he finally spoke up and said: "At least we're at the same table! We should get to know each other!"

  Ye Ziqing looked at Han Yixuan with a suspicious expression after hearing his words.

  Didn't he take the wrong medicine today? Why are his words and actions so abnormal?

  No news is good news; no news means scandal or theft!

  Although he didn't have good intentions for himself, he certainly didn't come up with anything good either.

  Ye Zi Qing thought for a moment in her heart and began to guard against Han Yi Xuan.

  "Since you said we should understand each other, have you ever understood me?" Ye Ziqing finally learned her lesson this time and was able to find the loopholes in the other person's words to refute them.

  "Cough... Ah! How come there isn't." Han Yixuan coughed twice and said with a guilty conscience, lowering her head.

  "So I'll ask you, what do I like the most? This is the simplest question, if you can't answer it, then don't say you understand me." Ye Ziqing gave Han Yixuan a cold glance, as if she had already determined that he wouldn't be able to answer.

  "What you like most..." Han Yi Xuan pretended to think seriously for a moment, then suddenly had an epiphany and said: "Isn't what you like most me?"

  "Haha, are you a thing?" Ye Ziqing suppressed her urge to burst out laughing and asked back.

  "I'm certainly not a thing." Han Yixuan hastily added a sentence, but seemingly...

  "Haha! Actually, I've seen through you long ago." Ye Ziqing couldn't hold back her wild laughter anymore, and the classmates who were still in the classroom all turned to look at him with a uniform gaze.

  "Ye Ziqing, you actually dare to scheme against me!" Han Yixuan clenched his fists, and three black lines suddenly appeared on his forehead.

  "Hey! This can't be blamed on me, okay? It's all because you didn't react quickly enough." Ye Ziqing had a look of suppressed laughter and hastily shifted the blame.

  "Whatever, I won't bother arguing with you anymore." Han Yi Xuan wanted to scold her severely, but she was a girl after all, so he felt helpless.

  "I didn't expect you to be so manly!" Ye Ziqing couldn't help but look at him with some newfound respect after hearing that sentence.

  "I'm a man, okay?" Han Yixuan self-satisfiedly smoothed out the hair on his forehead, his tone sounding extremely pleased with himself.

  "Cut it out, you're at most just a small potato now." Ye Ziqing carelessly curled her lip, seemingly still unaware that she had used the wrong word.

  Clove?

  After hearing these two words, three black lines appeared on Han Yixuan's forehead again.