My Years as the Pure Love Interest at the Noble Academy

Jiang Yiheng's expression darkened as he prepared to throw the napkin along with the envelope into the trash.

Suddenly, he noticed a detail.

This wasn't an ordinary napkin - it had pink strawberry patterns printed on its corners.

Jiang Yiheng had seen this napkin before.

So he sat back down and calmly looked at Song Yi, "Could I borrow a napkin?"

"Sure." Song Yi nodded and handed him a pack of napkins from her drawer.

Jiang Yiheng opened it and pulled one out - it indeed had the exact same pink strawberry pattern.

With an expressionless face, Jiang Yiheng looked at Song Yi and handed her both napkins.

Song Yi was puzzled and didn't take them, asking instead: "Why are you giving me used napkins?"

Jiang Yiheng: "Take a look."

Song Yi: "?"

What kind of riddle was this?

Still, Song Yi took the two napkins, and when she saw the writing on them, she couldn't help but twitch her lips.

What... what was this?

Being as clever as she was, Song Yi "understood" Jiang Yiheng's meaning when she saw the two identical napkins.

Song Yi looked up at Jiang Yiheng in disbelief and put the napkins back on his desk with disgust, "You're the pig, you're so childish!"

How could Jiang Yiheng be even more annoying than Shen Yujing? She hadn't noticed this side of him before.

Jiang Yiheng: "..."

He suddenly didn't know what to say.

Who would be happy being called a pig for no reason? Song Yi wasn't one to take things lying down, so she pulled up a photo from her phone gallery and showed it to Jiang Yiheng, saying: "Look."

Jiang Yiheng looked down to see a photo of a dog staring at the camera, with four characters written on it—

[Two dogs staring at each other]

Jiang Yiheng: "..."

Jiang Yiheng rubbed his temples, trying to stay calm, and said: "Someone else wrote this to me, but these napkins are yours."

"Huh?" Song Yi was stunned for a moment and looked down at the napkins on the desk.

These were napkins she had only put there last night - there should have been a complete pack of twelve, but now there were only ten left.

Minus the one she just gave to Jiang Yiheng, one was indeed missing.

Song Yi understood now, "I was the last one to leave the classroom yesterday. After I left, someone must have come into our class and deliberately written a note calling you a pig?"

When Song Yi said this, they both fell silent.

At first glance, it didn't seem like a problem, but thinking carefully, it seemed rather strange.

Song Yi couldn't understand, "Are there really people this bored in the world?"

Jiang Yiheng didn't answer, but looked at Song Yi's phone again, silently answering her question—

Yes, aren't you one of them?

Song Yi followed his gaze and found herself making eye contact with the dog in the photo.

Song Yi: "..."

She suddenly couldn't argue back.

In the end, Jiang Yiheng naturally didn't investigate who had thrown the letter into his drawer, and simply tossed it in the trash.

During PE class.

Because Song Yi's sprained foot hadn't fully recovered, she was specially permitted to have free time on the playground.

Suddenly, her phone started vibrating.

Song Yi was surprised when she looked down, as the caller was the Old Grandma from the fried food stall.

Thinking of what happened last time, Song Yi immediately realized what might have happened and quickly answered the phone.

However, what she heard was a man's scolding voice, as if the call had been made unintentionally, but it was hung up within two seconds.

Song Yi immediately understood what was happening and knew she needed to go there right away, so she hurriedly went to find her homeroom teacher to ask for leave.

But it was during class time, and the office was empty.

Song Yi stood at the doorway, suddenly feeling anxious, as she was really worried about the Old Grandma's situation.

Suddenly, a voice called out from nearby, "Hey, what are you doing here?"

Song Yi turned around to see Shen Yujing in his wheelchair.

Although she didn't know why Shen Yujing was outside during class time, the situation was urgent and none of that mattered now - let's just say it was the main characters' auras attracting each other.

Shen Yujing wheeled forward a bit and waved his hand in front of her, "Hey! Say something."

Song Yi pushed his hand away and asked, "Do you know any way to leave school early?"

Saint Slee Academy only opened its gates for one hour at noon at twelve and in the evening at six. At all other times, you needed a leave slip to enter or exit.

Shen Yujing answered: "Get permission to leave, of course."

Song Yi: "If I could get permission, would I be asking you?"

Shen Yujing pondered thoughtfully and asked: "I get it, you want to use some special methods to get out?"

That was exactly what she meant, so Song Yi nodded, looking at him with some expectation.

As a school bully in a campus novel, sneaking out should be Shen Yujing's specialty, right? He must know which walls were lowest and easiest to climb.

"Simple." Shen Yujing beckoned to her, "Alright, follow me, I guarantee you'll get out."

Song Yi immediately followed Shen Yujing, even helpfully pushing his wheelchair.

Five minutes later.

After Shen Yujing's attempt to bribe the security guard resulted in both of them being chased away, Song Yi looked at him expressionlessly, "So this was your so-called method?"

Shen Yujing was equally puzzled, "Why wasn't he moved? Did I offer too little?"

Song Yi: "When you say you'll give someone a million dollars, not only will they not believe you, they'll think you escaped from a mental hospital."

If Shen Yujing had offered a smaller amount, the guard might have agreed.

But for this guard, he also missed the chance of an unexpected windfall of a million dollars overnight.

Shen Yujing's face showed frustration as he asked Song Yi, "Then what should we do?"

If Class A's homeroom teacher were here, given how much he liked Song Yi, he would definitely approve their leave.

If the principal were here, given how many buildings the Shen family had invested in the school, letting them out wouldn't be a problem either.

But neither of them was here, and Song Yi and Shen Yujing had to deal with a security guard who didn't even know them.

Song Yi: "..."

If she knew what to do, why would she have asked him?

So Song Yi said: "You're so useless."

These four words represented her most sincere attitude towards Shen Yujing, and successfully provoked him.

The blonde youth gripped his wheelchair and declared with fighting spirit: "Come on, let's try again. This time I guarantee I'll get you out."

Song Yi followed behind Shen Yujing as he said to the guard—

"Ten million, open the gate."

Song Yi: "..."

In the short moment of following Shen Yujing, she had almost forgotten what money was worth.

Under the suspicious gaze of the young security guard who was about to call the police, Song Yi quietly pulled Shen Yujing back a bit, "He's mentally ill, look at his leg, it was injured in a fight recently."

Shen Yujing: "You're the one who's mentally... Ouch!"

Shen Yujing started to protest, but Song Yi, smiling, pinched his shoulder hard, clearly threatening him.

Shen Yujing had to change his tune, "It's just a broken leg! The guy I fought with is paralyzed, he'll have to spend the rest of his life in bed!"

Song Yi smiled apologetically at the guard, "See? I told you he has mental problems! He's completely forgotten what happened recently. That person wasn't paralyzed at all - he hit him with a stick so hard his brains splattered everywhere. It was horrible! He died before even reaching the hospital!"

Shen Yujing: "Right! Where's my iron rod! Today I'm going to beat this..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" The young security guard was thoroughly confused by their back-and-forth, and remembering that all students at this school were either rich or noble, he didn't dare to truly offend them. He took out a notebook and said: "Just register your names and classes before you leave."

"Thank you!" Song Yi said as she took the pen and paper, filling in both her and Shen Yujing's information.

The young guard took the notebook and looked at it, but his expression suddenly froze. His gaze toward Shen Yujing instantly changed from "unbending integrity" to "humble servility."

The security guard: "Oh, it's Young Master Shen! I'm so sorry I didn't recognize such an important person! Do you remember me? I used to work at your family's company! I was promoted here by the captain because of my outstanding security skills!"

Shen Yujing: "..."

Song Yi: "..."

So this was something that could have been resolved just by mentioning Shen Yujing's name? Then what was all that fuss about until now?

At the entrance of Saint Slee Academy.

Song Yi said to Shen Yujing: "Thank you for today. I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

After saying this, Song Yi hailed a taxi and left.

Shen Yujing stood there in silence.

So Song Yi wasn't planning to take him along? Apparently, he was just a disposable tool.

Then why did he even come out here?

Looking at the empty street, Shen Yujing suddenly felt lonely again.

Well, he was hungry anyway, might as well go get something to eat.

*

Song Yi quickly arrived at Grandma's skewer stall.

She found the usually clean tables and chairs knocked over, the place in complete disarray, and Old Grandma was trying her best to salvage the prepared ingredients.

Seeing Song Yi arrive, Old Grandma asked in surprise, "Young lady, why are you here?"

Before Song Yi could answer, Old Grandma suddenly realized and said anxiously, "I called you earlier, didn't I? I'm sorry, young lady... I... I must have pressed the button by accident."

"It's okay," Song Yi said while helping Old Grandma clean up the food.

Old Grandma smiled at her and quickly explained, "I'll take these fallen ones home to eat myself. I won't sell them to customers."

Seeing that Old Grandma's mood had improved, Song Yi helped set the tables and chairs upright and asked, "Grandma, was it that man from last time who came again?"

Old Grandma avoided the topic and said, "Nothing really happened. Rushing here like this, won't it affect your studies?"

Song Yi shook her head, "We had PE class this morning, so it's fine."

Old Grandma opened a container in front of her, changing the subject, "Are you hungry? Look, everything in here is clean. Tell Grandma what you'd like to eat, and I'll make it for you, okay?"

As Old Grandma lowered her head, her bangs shifted, revealing a swollen area on the left side of her forehead.

Though it wasn't severe and barely noticeable unless looking closely, it still made Song Yi's blood boil instantly. "Grandma, did he hit you?"

Old Grandma forced a smile and said, "It's nothing. He just wanted some money. Next time I won't argue with him, I'll just give it to him."

"How can you say that? Every penny you earn is from your hard work. Why should you give it to him?"

Old Grandma sighed helplessly but said, "You're young and don't understand. He's a notorious good-for-nothing in this area. It's better to just pay him off to avoid trouble. At my age, money isn't that important anymore. I just want peace."

Song Yi remained silent and went to the nearby pharmacy to buy some disinfectant for Old Grandma, carefully cleaning the wounds on her forehead and hands.

Only the bandages... she forgot to buy them.

Looking at her remaining bandages, Song Yi hesitated, but... using them on hands should be fine, right?

Yes, it should be fine.

That evening, when Hang Feng returned home and saw the bandages on Grandma's arm, the young man's narrow eyes narrowed further, his long eyelashes hiding the dark gleam in his eyes.

He asked, "What happened?"

"Just a small scratch, nothing serious," Grandma smiled kindly at him and put the dishes on the table. "Come on, you rarely get to come back home. Let's eat."

When Grandma's arm came close and Hang Feng saw the bandage clearly, his lips twitched uncontrollably.

What's with this little turtle?

Are these kinds of bandages trending nowadays???

That night, Hang Feng had a dream about Song Yi.

In the dream, Song Yi stood before him, looking at him with a gentle smile.

For some reason, their relationship seemed very intimate in the dream, as Hang Feng stepped forward and held her hand.

Then...

He wrapped his arm around Song Yi's waist and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Song Yi shyly dodged, insisting that Hang Feng close his eyes before she would kiss him.

So Hang Feng closed his eyes.

When he felt the soft touch on his lips, he couldn't help but open his eyes.

It would have been better if he hadn't looked – he was startled to see

A huge turtle head staring back at him, asking shyly, "Why are you peeking? You're so naughty!"

Hang Feng woke up from the dream in shock, his body drenched in cold sweat, his heart racing from the fright.

After a while, he leaned over his bed and dry heaved.

He thought he might never want to kiss anyone again in this lifetime.

Because he'd be afraid they might suddenly turn into turtles.