Chapter 92: Presentation for the Major Course
However, a qualified villain naturally couldn’t be purely evil.
Yu Deng took another sip of sweetness, his lip color bright red and fresh, his slender eyelashes casting shadows under the sunlight.
He crinkled his small face and spoke in a soft, gentle voice: “I don’t want his, but, telephones are so expensive, maybe—” (Let’s not buy one.)
“I can afford it, I’ll buy it, don’t take other people’s!”
Zhou Yuejun’s voice was muffled, yet firm and powerful, his obsidian pupils reflecting a delicate face.
Yu Deng froze, completely confused, and let out a soft “eh.”
Actually, he didn’t really want one that badly, but Zhou Yuejun seemed stubbornly and forcefully determined to give him one.
He had wanted to save Zhou Yuejun a little money, but since Zhou Yuejun was being so proactive…
The little villain could only play reserved and considerate.
“Then don’t rush, buy it for me when you have the money.”
“You’re supporting me right now, I don’t want you to have too much pressure.”
These words were true.
Zhou Yuejun had already promised to buy him a washing machine; buying a telephone on top of that would be a lot of pressure.
He had to give Zhou Yuejun a chance to catch his breath.
Yu Deng actually didn’t really want Qiao Haoyu’s telephone; it was just that if it was offered to him and he didn’t take it, the system would issue him a warning.
“Yuejun-ge, you’re sweating, let me wipe it for you.”
Without waiting for Zhou Yuejun to react, a soft handkerchief, capable of numbing one’s soul, landed on Zhou Yuejun’s face.
Compared to tissues, Yu Deng preferred using small square handkerchiefs; they were soft and wouldn’t leave paper scraps stuck to the face and neck.
At this moment, the small handkerchief Yu Deng had used was rubbed against Zhou Yuejun’s forehead, gently wiping away his sweat.
An arm like a lotus root hung in mid-air, glowing with a lustrous sheen. The handkerchief itself was already fragrant enough, and Yu Deng was leaning so close to him.
From the corner of his eye, Yu Deng caught a glimpse of the person and noticed the curve of Zhou Yuejun’s lips.
What was there to be happy about, being bullied by him like this?
Silly, no wonder he was tricked by him.
The professor for their major course was surnamed Chen. According to seniors from the previous year, her teaching was strict, her style tricky, and she had previously gone abroad on a publicly funded exchange program.
Yu Deng was very attentive in class; he had to sit in the first row, right under the professor’s nose.
Yang An was also very motivated.
But Jian Ling wasn’t. Jian Ling just wanted to get by, as long as he didn’t fail the final exams.
But there was no choice. Proximity to greatness breeds greatness; spurred on by the pressure of his two roommates, he could only work a little harder.
Yu Deng was well-behaved in appearance, and born with red lips and white teeth. Professor Chen always liked to ask questions in class. With those amber eyes—seemingly half-understanding yet thirsting for knowledge—looking at her, she just loved to call on Yu Deng.
Yu Deng wasn’t stupid, either; he could basically answer everything, and had been praised several times for having good, fluent, and clear oral English.
But in comparison, Yang An’s oral English was a bit lacking, carrying an accent, and he lacked confidence, making him stumble a bit when reading vocabulary.
As soon as the dismissal bell rang, Chen Deling stopped asking questions and lecturing, and instead began packing up her lesson plans.
“I see everyone’s foundation is quite solid, so starting next week, the classroom will be open for collaborative group presentations, entirely in English.”
Hearing this, a chorus of wails erupted in the classroom. Even Jian Ling’s vision went dark; he let out an “ah-woo” wail and collapsed onto his desk, playing dead.
Chen Deling slapped the podium. She was a strict teacher with heavy authority; with a single sharp glance, the classroom instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
“Groups of three to four. Once the groups are formed, hand the list to Yu Deng.”
Suddenly given a task, Yu Deng subconsciously straightened his snow-white, slender neck, even putting on a posture of sitting upright and proper.
Putting on airs, yet quite cute.
Is he… the class representative now?
The little boy actually wasn’t great at managing his expressions. Toward the honor, he was still a bit proud, but he also knew he couldn’t be conceited.
“No way, I paid tuition. She won’t lecture and makes me lecture, how am I supposed to lecture?”
Jian Ling still couldn’t accept it, so on the way to the cafeteria, he kept complaining with a miserable face.
Jian Ling’s English wasn’t very good, and he had a slacking personality. Making him go on stage to give a presentation was worse than killing him.
“Dengdeng, over here, hurry!”
Ning Qian only had one class this morning, so he had come to the cafeteria early to save a seat for Yu Deng and had even bought food.
Not only that, Qiao Fangyu and Qiao Haoyu were also there, waving their hands “woo-ah-woo” like fans.
The three of them had outstanding appearances and wore designer brands from boutiques, drawing a lot of attention.
“Why are you guys here?”
Yu Deng walked over, and before he could take the initiative, the messenger bag on his left shoulder was taken off by Qiao Haoyu.
Facing Yu Deng, Qiao Haoyu only showed a three-part shy blush: “I was free today, so I wanted to come see you.”
Qiao Fangyu laughed “hehe,” showing his teeth and making his eyes crinkle small, like a Samoyed.
“Dengdeng, sit down quickly, I saved this specially for you, right under the fan, it’s nice and cool.”
Ning Qian, twisting the cap off an ice water bottle: “?”
Taking all the credit just like that?
Shameless!
Instantly, a battle of hidden daggers and flashing swords arose between the three.
The cafeteria had several large ceiling fans that were turned on during meal times, but Yu Deng, who was afraid of the heat, still felt sticky, so he pulled his collar open to let the wind blow inside his clothes.
The boy was fair-skinned and beautiful, completely unaware that his every movement was being specifically watched by others.
His beautiful, delicate collarbone had an effect comparable to a meaty bone, simply attracting dogs.
Qiao Fangyu, adept at currying favor, was already fanning Yu Deng.
“Is it still very hot? Then I’ll fan Dengdeng. Eat quickly, eat your lunch. I got dishes without any fat, all your favorites.”
Yu Deng’s appetite was poor, and the temperature hadn’t dropped yet. He didn’t want to eat dry rice; he wanted porridge.
He casually took two bites of rice, chewed, and drank the naturally sweet pumpkin soup, barely filling his stomach.
Suddenly, Qiao Haoyu took out something and presented it to Yu Deng like offering a treasure.
“Dengdeng, the telephone, I brought it for you today.”
The telephone looked like a brick, quite large, with an antenna on top, and a black board with many keys, like number keys, directional keys, and function keys.
“It has a signal, as long as you remember the number, you can call out. I’ve already stuck my number on the back of the phone.”
With telephone communication, he could be the first to notice Yu Deng’s needs.
Would he still have to worry about not being able to build an emotional connection?
Yu Deng had promised Zhou Yuejun not to take Qiao Haoyu’s. He kept a sullen face and deliberately refused with cold heartlessness: “I don’t want it!”
His refusal instead made Qiao Haoyu heartbroken: “Why?”
With a telephone, who knew how many people would be envious. Being able to call and invite friends out anytime, anywhere—wasn’t that good?
Yu Deng put on a haughty little face, maintaining an expression that said he looked down on everyone.
“What you’re giving is secondhand, I don’t care for it.”
Yu Deng had a knack for putting on airs, pouting and glancing sideways, then looking up with a disdainful sneer, fully portraying an attitude of contempt.
Instantly, Qiao Haoyu sweated with anxiety: “No, Dengdeng, it’s not secondhand. Actually, it’s… it’s one I bought new.”
How could he give Yu Deng something used? Wouldn’t that be intentionally degrading him?
Yu Deng didn’t even glance at Qiao Haoyu, cold and unfeeling.
“I don’t want it. Zhou Yuejun said he’s going to buy me a new one, I want him to buy it for me!”
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