13: Chapter 13 You dare to cross the line? You dare to step on my hair?

It suddenly started raining outside at noon.

After lunch, Shen Weiyue couldn't go to the stone benches in the small woods for his nap, so he had to return to the classroom to rest.

Zhao Qingyan chewed slowly and swallowed carefully; by the time she finished eating and returned to the classroom, Shen Weiyue was already slumped over his desk, fast asleep.

Damn it, this Stupid Donkey is blocking the way, and I can't get to my seat.

Zhao Qingyan kicked the chair leg with moderate force. Shen Weiyue lifted his head, dazed, and pulled the stool in, making room for her.

Zhao Qingyan tried to squeeze through, but her butt got stuck on the back row desk; she still couldn't get in.

She kicked the chair leg hard again.

Shen Weiyue moved forward a bit more, but Zhao Qingyan kicked again, and he got a bit annoyed.

"What? You still can't get in? Use some force."

"I just don't like having a desk mate, it's so annoying."

"Then go tell Old Demon Han; he's the one who arranged it."

"A good dog doesn't block the road."

"Yes, yes, yes, your butt is big, so you're right."

Shen Weiyue got up in a huff to let her pass.

Zhao Qingyan was even angrier when he mentioned her butt. She squeezed into her seat with force, resulting in the first intimate contact between Zhao the Fox and the Stupid Donkey.

On Director Shen's broad back, for the first time since his rebirth, someone was drawing him a 'big pie'.

"o(*////▽////*)q"

His grumpiness from being woken up vanished; the School Beauty was pretty, so he could forgive her for being rough.

Zhao Qingyan also felt something was off, clenched her little fist, and then relaxed it, ultimately failing to notice the fleeting look of comfort on Shen Weiyue's face.

She sat down in her seat, but she didn't sleep.

The School Beauty didn't seem to have the habit of taking a nap; while the whole class was slumped over their desks trying to squeeze in some rest, she was writing and drawing in her draft notebook.

The rustling sounds entered Shen Weiyue's ears, possessing a rhythmic quality that actually made him fall asleep quickly.

Once asleep, Director Shen was no longer constrained by consciousness.

Zhao Qingyan suddenly frowned because a donkey hoof had crossed the line, crossed the 38th parallel, and entered her territory.

She held her pen, ready to poke him, but thought better of it.

She had only made him stand for two periods this morning, so she would let it slide for now.

She continued writing and drawing, while Director Shen continued to sleep soundly.

Slowly, slowly.

Zhao Qingyan's frown deepened; at some point, Shen Weiyue's elbow had come close to touching her arm.

Most importantly, it was pressing on a strand of her hair.

She hadn't noticed at first, as she was so focused on her writing and drawing, sitting in a playful posture with her head tilted to the side.

Who knew that just after drawing the donkey's tail on a lazy donkey, she would suddenly feel a stinging pain as she lifted her head.

Her hair had been pulled.

Damn Stupid Donkey, not only did he cross the line, but he also pressed on her hair.

Zhao Qingyan was angry; she picked up her pen and poked Shen Weiyue, but the guy didn't react.

She poked him twice more, still no movement.

Now she was furious!

Zhao the Fox switched to a ballpoint pen without ink, clicked the tip out, and poked the Stupid Donkey in the butt with it; the donkey jumped up on the spot.

"Duang..."

Shen Weiyue's knee hit the table leg, and he grimaced in pain; the huge commotion woke everyone else up.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, you guys keep sleeping, I had a nightmare."

He smiled apologetically, waving his hands to signal everyone to continue their nap.

The crowd, already dazed, slumped back down.

Zhao Qingyan hadn't expected the commotion from that poke to be so big; she sat up straight with a guilty conscience, pretending nothing had happened.

Shen Weiyue, however, glared at her with an unfriendly expression and whispered, "What are you doing!"

"You crossed the line while sleeping."

"Then poke my elbow, why poke my butt? My butt didn't provoke you."

"I did, but you were sleeping like a pig; it was useless."

Zhao Qingyan glanced at him, her right hand continuing to write and draw on the draft notebook, while she said indifferently, "You also pressed on my hair and pulled out two strands."

She pointed to the two strands of hair on the white paper, presenting irrefutable evidence.

The anger on Shen Weiyue's face turned into embarrassment; he laughed dryly and reached out to pick up the hair to examine it. Zhao Qingyan was stunned for a moment, then quickly swatted his fingers with her pen.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm apologizing to them and, by the way, performing a funeral rite..."

"Are you sick?"

"Who would be your desk mate if they weren't sick?"

In the gap of conversation, this guy actually picked up those two strands of hair.

"You..."

"Don't speak."

Shen Weiyue raised his index finger to shush her, then unscrewed a ballpoint pen, removed the refill, folded the two strands of hair and put them into the pen barrel, then pressed his palms together and bowed three times.

"Alright, funeral rite complete, successfully buried."

Zhao Qingyan watched helplessly as this donkey finished all this; her mind was blank, and she didn't know what to say.

Shen Weiyue didn't wait for her to speak; he slumped over the table and went back to sleep.

This time, he moved his chair further out to ensure he wouldn't cross the line to Zhao the Fox's side again, and he turned his head to the right, leaving her with the back of his head.

Zhao Qingyan scribbled four hooves, and a vivid image of a little donkey leaped onto the paper.

This School Beauty had a lot of talent for drawing.

Calming down to think about it, Shen Weiyue was actually quite responsible just now; he didn't immediately say she was the one causing trouble, but instead took the blame himself.

In just these few short days, Zhao Qingyan watched as the former Cultural Reference became more and more sociable, and his friends became more and more numerous.

As for herself, she was still the same.

If there had to be any change, it was that she had an extra desk mate, an extra Stupid Donkey that needed her to crack the whip to spur it on.

Of course, she didn't think Shen Weiyue was her friend.

Zhao Qingyan wrote the title "The Donkey of Guizhou" on the Stupid Donkey drawing on her draft paper, but after thinking about it, she crossed out those three characters and rewrote "The Donkey of Shu".

Moreover, she thoughtfully added the words "Shen the Donkey" after it, turning it into "The Donkey of Shu · Shen the Donkey".

At this moment, everyone in the class was sleeping soundly; the School Beauty's little prank was discovered by no one, and she even revealed a triumphant smile like a little fox.

A top student is a top student.

A young girl is a young girl.

The nature in one's bones exists; at least at the age of eighteen, it's impossible to completely stifle it.

She looked at Shen Weiyue, who was sleeping soundly with even breathing on her right side, and seemed to have found some joy in the final days of high school.

...

Afternoon class.

Shen Weiyue opened his sleepy eyes and naturally tidied up his desk; the ballpoint pen containing the two Fox hairs was unconsciously picked up and put into his pencil case.

Zhao Qingyan was hiding the drawing of the Stupid Donkey she had made, so naturally she didn't notice this, and she was single-mindedly waiting for Shen the Donkey to come and ask her questions.

Unfortunately, the donkey continued to be enlightened this period and still didn't come to ask for her guidance.

The bell rang for the end of class.

All the boys in the classroom yelled and rushed out of the door, disappearing in an instant.

In the chaos, she also heard Shen Weiyue's voice coming from the stairwell, seemingly scolding Ye Lingtao:

"Run faster, if we're any later, there won't be a court!"

The next class is P.E.

This group, it seems, is going to play basketball again.