Everyone Hates My Frail Body.

Chapter 9: Frail Body

Chapter 9: Frail Body 9

By the time Song Qie returned to the classroom, break time had already begun.

As he walked in, his classmates' eyes lit up at the sight of him. Some even greeted him warmly, despite the class only having fifteen students.

He had never experienced such enthusiasm from his peers throughout his school years.

Just as he was about to wave a casual "Hi," he sensed their eagerness, as if they feared what would happen if he didn’t respond.

Perhaps they were still wary of the “Song Qie” from before, but it seemed he had become quite friendly lately. He hoped this new demeanor would encourage everyone to see the changes in him.

Woohoo, he just wanted to be a low-key person.

In the back row of the classroom, one of the F3 students was sleeping on his stomach, while another was basking in the sun by the window, a book covering his face. Shen Tingsi leaned back in his chair, browsing on his tablet.

The positions of these three formed a triangle on either side of the room.

In the middle were the desks of Song Qie and Lu Beihuai.

Song Qie glanced at their position, realizing he really didn’t want to deal with F3. There was no significant reason; he just found them intimidating. He wasn’t very familiar with them and feared exposure.

Quietly, he walked to his seat, careful not to wake the sleeping students.

He turned back to signal Lu Beihuai, “Keep your voice down and don’t disturb them.”

He wanted to avoid scaring anyone.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Ming, who had been sleeping on the table, suddenly raised his head and glared at Song Qie. “Just arrived?”

Song Qie felt a jolt of panic. “!!!”

Oh no, he really didn’t like this feeling; it was as if a fight could break out at any moment!

Then, he heard a yawn beside him. Before he could react, he felt his wrist being grabbed.

He flinched and quickly dodged, looking down to see Xie Jingchu sitting up, the book sliding off his face, a playful smile on his lips.

“Morning, Song Song.”

On the other side, Shen Tingsi looked up from his tablet. Noticing Song Qie and Lu Beihuai had just arrived, he focused on Song Qie. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell again today?”

Song Qie thought, “…” He wasn’t someone who liked to initiate social interactions.

His brief moments of cheerfulness had once led to a period of introversion. He felt it was better to be taciturn—at least then, no one would notice if he felt low.

No one would say, “Hey, he looks like he’s about to fall apart.”

“Well, he’s feeling a little uncomfortable today, so he can’t go out and play casually.” Lu Beihuai placed his schoolbag on his seat and noticed Song Qie still standing beside him. “What’s wrong, Master? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere now?”

Given the sparse class during recess, Lu Beihuai's words rang out clearly.

Song Qie suddenly felt uneasy about the title “Young Master.” He walked to his seat, pretended to rummage through his schoolbag, and whispered, “Don’t call me Young Master anymore.”

That title felt like something from a novel. Being addressed that way in front of so many people was socially awkward. Who understood that?

As soon as he sat down, someone touched his ear. He flinched and glared at Xie Jingchu, who wore an innocent smile. Annoyed but reluctant to raise his voice, he asked, “What are you doing?”