The Cannon Fodder Doesn't Want to Return to the Rich Family (Translated)

Chapter 32

After a while, Lu Qi slowly lifted his head, glaring angrily at Jiang Bai's back in front of him, and muttered through gritted teeth, "Jiang Bai, you bastard, just wait! I won't be a gentleman if I don't get revenge! Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, I'll definitely surpass his score one day!"

Ye Muqing: "..."

Fortunately, he was the only one who heard this. Otherwise, he would also need to consider switching desk partners.

Sometimes, ignorance is indeed the source of courage!

Awakened by the school bell, Lu Yao propped his head up and slowly sat up.

"Want some?"

"Huh?"

Still dazed, Lu Yao hadn't fully grasped what Jiang Bai said before Jiang Bai had already unwrapped the beautifully packaged candy, and the sour-sweet scent of the candy immediately filled the air.

Smelling the slightly tangy yet enticing sweetness, Lu Yao's Adam's apple involuntarily bobbed.

Jiang Bai chuckled softly, "Here."

With the candy in his mouth, Lu Yao's voice was lazily tinged with a hint of magnetism as he said, "Thank you."

With the candy in his mouth, Lu Yao squinted his eyes and slowly savored the candy melting on his tongue, his expression showing a trace of contentment and comfort.

Indeed, changing to this desk partner was a good move.

Someone like Lu Qi, who complains about every little thing, is best admired from a distance.

The school has swimming class every two weeks. Lu Yao's class had swimming class as the next period.

Because of the swimming classes, each student has their own locker in the changing room.

As Lu Yao was organizing his locker after changing into his swimsuit, he heard the door of the changing room open. He looked up and saw Zhang Xinyang, so he nodded slightly in greeting.

Zhang Xinyang, awkwardly pursing his lips, turned his head and averted his gaze. It seemed like the more he didn't want to run into someone, the more likely he was to meet them.

As Lu Yao closed his locker and walked towards the door, Zhang Xinyang was just taking off his school jacket, revealing a short-sleeved shirt underneath.

When Lu Yao passed by Zhang Xinyang, he glanced at his short-sleeved shirt and furrowed his brow slightly.

Reaching the door, Lu Yao suddenly stopped, facing away from Zhang Xinyang, and quietly asked, "What's with the shoe prints on your shirt?"

As soon as Lu Yao's words fell, Zhang Xinyang's body trembled.

He hurriedly shoved his discarded clothes into his locker.

Seeing Zhang Xinyang remain silent, Lu Yao turned to look at him, his cold eyes revealing a hint of subtle concern.

Zhang Xinyang abruptly shut his locker and walked towards the door, his head lowered.

As he placed his hand on the door handle, ready to quickly escape the awkward situation, Lu Yao suddenly spoke again.

"Zhang Xinyang?"

Hearing his name, Zhang Xinyang paused for a moment, his voice subdued and gloomy, "It's none of your business."

Even if he knew, what could he do?

"Bang!"

The sound of the door slamming echoed through the changing room.

Lu Yao furrowed his brow, standing still as if deep in thought. After a while, he also left the changing room.