FIRST CLASS SEDUCTION

EXAM TIME

Fifteen minutes later, Sailub and Pon sat together in the living room, enjoying a late-night snack.

After being awakened, Pon blinked his eyes and realized he was hungry. He didn’t feel sleepy anymore and wandered around the living room in search of food.

Finally, he found two self-heating hotpots, added water, and devoutly waited for the moment to open the lid.

Sailub wasn’t hungry at all, he was purely accompanying Pon.

He took a few bites and then glanced at Pon, finding the way Pon eats by burying his head adorable no matter how he looked at it.

Perhaps that’s how people are—when deceiving themselves, they can still hide their true feelings, pretending that it’s just a brotherly affection.

Now that he had figured it out, his gaze fell completely on Pon, unable to be withdrawn.

No matter what Pon did, it made Sailub’s heart itch like it was being tickled by a kitten’s paw.

“Oh, by the way, you missed the evening study session earlier, and we have the monthly exam the day after tomorrow,” Pon suddenly remembered and mentioned it. “Nono kept nagging for at least ten minutes.”

The monthly exams occurred every month, and Sailub didn’t really care. He just responded with a casual “Mn.”

“But the main point isn’t the monthly exam,” Pon lightly kicked Sailub with his toe. “After the exams, we’ll finish school at 3 pm on Friday, and our class has booked a movie screening. After that, we’ll have dinner together. Are you coming?”

“Are you guys planning to go wild behind Nono’s back?” Sailub chuckled.

“Duh, starting next week, we won’t have both weekends off anymore, such a big loss,” Pon pouted. This was announced last weekend—starting from next weekend, the third years students would only have one day off, while the second years would have a day and a half.

Seeing Pon's expression, Sailub knew he wanted to go. Regardless of Pon's hobbies, he would definitely join in on the fun for anything.

As a kid, he would even bring a small stool and sit by the door to watch middle-aged women argue

"Sure, let's go," Sailub said.

Pon immediately smiled, “Great! I’ll tell Belle to count us in.”

He quickly finished his hotpot, patted his round belly contentedly, and let out a satisfied sigh.

“I’m going to sleep,” Pon stood up, rubbed his eyes, and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

A while later, Sailub squeezed into the bathroom as well.

Two boys stood in the small bathroom, especially with Sailub, who was tall and big, it was a bit cramped.

Pon looked at Sailub with disdain, his mouth full of foam as he mumbled, “You just had to take my spot.”

While speaking, he moved aside to make room for Sailub.

They stood in front of the bathroom mirror brushing their teeth together, both dressed in matching pairs of pajamas—one in dark green and the other in light green, both prepared by Sailub’s mother.

At first glance, they resembled a couple’s outfit.

In this month’s exams, Pon and Sailub ranked third and fourth, so they happened to sit in adjacent desks.

After finishing the English exam in the afternoon, Sailub had over half an hour left and unintentionally found himself staring absentmindedly at Pon in front of him.

The weather had gradually turned colder now. Pon wore a red sweater, and with his fair complexion, wearing such warm-toned clothes made his lips even rosier and his teeth even brighter.

Sailub’s pen spun in his hand and then fell onto the desk with a plink.

He had no intention of checking his English answers; instead, he was pondering—

Should he confess to Pon?

The weather outside was gradually becoming desolate, most of the leaves have fallen and only grayish-brown tree trunks remained.

The invigilator, tired of staring at the students for too long, let out a lazy yawn.

The students in the classroom wrote fervently, trying to squeeze in a few more words before the bell rang.

Glancing around the room, only students in the first row by the window were extremely distracted.

The one in the front row, wearing a red sweater, was secretly folding a piece of draft paper into a small frog, jumping here and there.

And the one sitting behind, kept staring fixedly at the back of the person in front, without shifting his gaze for a long time.

The invigilator tapped the board in his hand, itching to bring these two students over for a lecture, but upon seeing their filled answer sheets, he could only hold back.

With only five minutes left before collecting the papers, Sailub finally withdrew his gaze and instead looked at a chubby gray-feathered bird hopping around on a withered branch outside the window.

He realized that despite living a calm and uneventful life all these years, Cupid still didn’t spare him, causing him to fall in love with his best bro.

But this didn’t trouble him.

There’s no law in the world that forbids someone from falling in love with their best bro.

Beta and omega marriages, even without the existence of a mark, can still last for a long time.

What truly troubled him was the possibility that Pon might not reciprocate his feelings.

Based on his understanding of Pon, Pon is probably still naive and unaware of what genuine affection is.

Even though he, Sailub Hemmawich, was seen by everyone as outstanding, composed, reliable, and capable of rivaling any alpha.

He still couldn’t solve this problem.

Love wasn’t a mathematical equation where there would always be a definitive answer after some calculations.

Sailub was well aware of this.

But to give up just like that, just like how his brother silently stayed by Day’s side, waiting for an opportunity, waiting for Day to realize his feelings—that was something he couldn’t do.

He was Sailub, and he could never be the passive one.