"Liao Nan, stop playing with your phone. It's not good for your eyes," came a cold voice from the front of the classroom. Liao Nan paused, then silently looked up, coincidentally making eye contact with Gu Yan.

Liao Nan: ......

He looked around and saw quite a few people boldly playing with their phones. He had just taken out his phone, but hadn't even turned on the screen yet...

People are born with a rebellious mentality. Originally, Liao Nan had no intention of playing games. However, as soon as Gu Yan mentioned it, Liao Nan suddenly wanted to play.

What's wrong with playing? It's making you infuriated.

Liao Nan decisively chose to click on the game icon.

Timi——

The whole class: ...

Gu Yan: ...

The school bully's phone was also very arrogant. The volume was turned up to the maximum, and the game sound effects stood out in the quiet classroom, as if deliberately undermining the honor of the top student.

Liao Nan was in a joyous state, when a hand with distinct joints suddenly intruded into his field of vision. The neatly groomed nails on the hand were as serious as the person itself.

The beautiful hand covered his hand, effortlessly wrapping it in the palm of her hand.

Just as Liao Nan was somewhat absent-minded because of the warmth he felt on the back of his hand, that hand flipped lightly and effortlessly, effortlessly retrieving his cell phone.

Gu Yan held his cell phone, smirking as he said, "Timi?"

Liao Nan raised his head with a resolute expression and affirmed, "Timi."

The classmates who thought that Liao Nan would explode on the spot were all taken aback. Wu Minghao even turned around and gave a subtle expression to his desk mate Zhou Xiaozhou.

"Fuck!" he muttered silently with his lips, "Did the sun rise from the west today? Or have we been fooled by someone, Liao Ye?!"

Zhou Xiaozhou set the book upright, blocking Liao Nan's line of sight from that position. "Don't you think this is similar to love?"

Wu Minghao nudged him with his elbow and mouthed clearly, "Stop fucking joking around. Putting two As together aside, can you imagine Liao-ge being in a romantic relationship... with Gu Yan? Doesn't that feel fucking awkward?!"

Zhou Xiaozhou shivered and gave him a thumbs up.

Wu Minghao couldn't figure it out no matter how much he thought about it, so he turned his head back and observed Liao Nan's every move out of the corner of his eye.

"Excuse me, classmate. Please straighten your sitting posture and refrain from staring at others."

Wu Minghao: "......"

Unreasonably complicated.

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(Note: This is a placeholder commonly used in Chinese web novels to indicate a pause in the narrative or a transition in the storyline. It does not have a direct equivalent in English.)

The dismissal bell has always been like heavenly music in the eyes of the students in Class 16. Look! Because it's almost time to finish class, many people are counting down the seconds on their watches.

As the bell rang, they surged out one by one, resembling a scene from a zombie siege.

Books and papers were scattered all over the floor in a chaotic mess, covered in dusty footprints. The table was knocked askew, and the open window was left unattended, letting the wind playfully stir the dusty curtains. The exposed pages of the books fluttered in the invisible breeze, flicked through multiple times.

Liao Nan calmly tidied up his backpack - not that there was much to tidy. He unraveled the tangled earphone wires, which were twisted into a small knot, and put them together with his gaming console into his shrunken backpack. The books, having received no attention, were all abandoned in the abyss of the desk, making it yet another day of neglect from their owner.

A tall and upright figure stood quietly at the classroom door. Liao Nan, with a single shoulder carrying his school bag, glanced up and saw that it was the persistent bookworm again.

The bookworm smiled at him unexpectedly and tilted his head slightly. "Let's go together," he said.

"No need to wait for me, I'm going back to my dormitory. We're not familiar with each other anyway."

Gu Yan said, "It's okay, we'll become familiar with each other later. Oh, and here's your cellphone back."

A pair of well-defined hands handed over a black cellphone.

Liao Nan squinted his eyes and glanced at him, then looked away and took the phone, stuffing it into his pocket.

The usually cold phone case had a slight warmth on it. Liao Nansong loosely held his phone and casually glanced at the top student. "Didn't you bring your backpack? Not doing homework?"

Ah, um... I finished writing.

Liao Nan: ...

Suddenly feeling unhappy.