two players; lin yanjun

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third person pov

"Hey, Scar," Ruibin smiled taking his seat beside her. The other seat beside her was empty, which somewhat bothered the girl being that Yanjun had left the house earlier than she had and he was later than usual.

"Hey, Vin," she smiled back, tapping her pencil on her desk. She didn't know why she was worrying so much over it. It wasn't like they were talking to one another, but still. She wanted to know if he was okay.

"So, I was thinking," he said turning to her in his chair. "Do you want to...maybe...study for the exam together? I just forget a lot after the lectures and I could use some help."

Scarlett didn't really mind helping someone study so much since she was doing good in the class. She also used to tutor when she was back in America during her senior year of high school so it wouldn't be too bad to help.

Scarlett opened her mouth to reply, but before she could even get a word out Yanjun walked into the classroom with two of their female classmates on his arms.

"Hey, Crimson," Yanjun smiled as he and the two girls went to his seat. One of the girls took his seat while the other asked the two owners of the next two seats to move. None of the two disagreed, but hurried off in a rush.

"Scar," Ruibin said trying to get her attention. Yanjun met eyes with her and smirked seeing the girl surprised, but it was only a moment. The girl shrugged and turned back to Ruibin who offered her a friendly smile.

"Yeah, we can study at my house."

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"Jiejie, you seem upset," Chengcheng said as Scarlett poured herself a glass of water before going and taking a seat at the table across from him.

"I'm fine."

"Nope, she's definitely upset. What's wrong with you," Zhengting asked chopping up some vegetables for their dinner. "You don't need to act. If you are right now, you're horrible."

"Zhengting-"

"See, she used my real name," the older boy pointed his knife before going back to his motherly duties. "Out with it."

"Yanjun came into Psychology with two girls and they even followed him to Sociology, but I'm not even mad about it. It doesn't bother me."

"Bullshi-"

"If you finish that word, Chengcheng. I will kill you," Zhengting stated holding the knife up.

"Sorry," the later said before looking to Scarlett. "Anyways, it obviously does bother you. You're over here pouting about it."

"No I'm not."

"Yeah, you are," the two boys stated as she pulled her phone out and placed it on the table.

"I'm not mad," Scarlett sighed seriously. "At least not really about that."

"Then what are you mad about," the youngest asked as Zhengting placed the knife down and began throwing away some trash around him.

"He left the house really early and he showed up to class a little later than usual. I thought something happened to him."