Chapter 3: Junior Schoolmate, Your Skills Are Good
The library opens at eight in the evening, and Ye Chuxiao arrived at twenty past eight.
She started from the second floor, searching for a seat one floor at a time.
It was exam review week, so everywhere was crowded, let alone the library, which had the best study environment.
Ye Chuxiao searched three floors without finding an empty seat, so she plunged into the natural science reading room, a place she rarely visited.
Looking at the rows of long tables where people sat opposite each other, it was equally packed.
Just as Ye Chuxiao was despairing, she suddenly noticed a window seat that seemed to be empty, and she hurried over.
As she got closer, she saw that a book was placed on the seat, open, with a pencil on its pages.
Coincidentally, as Ye Chuxiao approached, a gust of wind blew in through the window, flipping the pages of the book. The pencil quickly rolled off and fell to the floor with a “snap.”
In the quiet environment, the sound was particularly noticeable, and several students around looked at Ye Chuxiao.
Their gazes were filled with displeasure, as if blaming her for rushing around carelessly, knocking over someone’s pencil, and disturbing their reading and studying.
Stared at by several unfriendly eyes, Ye Chuxiao felt very embarrassed. She bent down to pick up the pencil.
Ye Chuxiao noticed that the pencil’s lead was broken.
She originally intended to put the pencil back in the book, but then she sat down, took out her pencil case from her schoolbag, retrieved a single-sided blade, spread a tissue on the table, and began to sharpen the pencil.
Ye Chuxiao majored in advertisement, and she often used pencils. Moreover, she was accustomed to sharpening pencils with a single-sided blade, which gave her a feeling of carving, of artistic creation.
Ye Chuxiao was quiet, and the surrounding students were busy reading, so no one paid her any more attention.
Ye Chuxiao was still satisfied with her artistic creation this time. She placed the sharpened pencil in the spine of the book.
At this moment, a soft sound suddenly came from above, saying, “You’ve sharpened the pencil very well!”
His voice was naturally magnetic, and because he lowered it, it had an inexplicable seductive quality.
Just hearing his voice, Ye Chuxiao’s soft cheeks instantly turned red.
It seemed like an instinctive reaction, her face flushing for some inexplicable reason.
Ye Chuxiao turned sideways, looked up, and when she saw who was standing behind her, she froze instantly.
Not only Ye Chuxiao, but even the surrounding students were in a state of shock.
Oh my god! Ye Chuxiao’s large eyes widened even further.
This boy’s handsome and refined face, his tall and upright figure, he, he, he…
Wasn’t he the one her dorm leader Bai Qianqian had forcefully planted in her mind earlier… who was he?
“Senior Student Ziyi!” the girl sitting opposite exclaimed excitedly, as if she had won the lottery. Her eyes were so joyful she looked like she was about to fly.
When she arrived, a book was already on the seat opposite. She hadn’t expected it to be the seat of the great school hunk, Lu Ziyi!
Oh my goodness, doesn’t that mean she can look at Lu Ziyi all night?!
The girl curled the ends of her wine-red, big wavy long hair and then shouted contemptuously at Ye Chuxiao, “Hey, aren’t you going to get up? You’re so rude and uncivilized! Did you break Senior Student Ziyi’s pencil and still want to hog his seat?”
Ye Chuxiao looked at Lu Ziyi, then at the girl opposite, then at the open window, and finally her gaze fell on the pencil resting perfectly in the book’s spine. Suddenly, she realized she couldn’t explain anything!
“I, I, I…” Ye Chuxiao stammered.
