Senior Year Building.
During evening self-study, the corridor was empty, enveloped in a tranquil atmosphere.
All the students sat quietly in their classrooms, studying in silence. The closer it got to the college entrance exams, the more intense the academic pressure became. The recent announcement of the third mock exam results only added to the heavy atmosphere.
This Senior Year Building was brightly lit, housing thousands of students, yet exuding silence.
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Senior Class 12, second row.
Monica Zhang sat with the short-haired girl in the second row by the wall. They were desk mates and close friends, sharing everything.
"Monica."
The short-haired girl put down her test paper, worry etched on her face. "Is Andrew Han from Class 7 really a Martial Arts student? He looks so skinny—can he really be one?"
A trace of hesitation flickered across Monica Zhang's face. "I guess so."
The short-haired girl continued, "Does your dad know him? And you said you went to the antique market with him last time. Maybe he’s pretending to be a Martial Arts student just to impress you?"
Monica Zhang was taken aback.
Suddenly, she recalled the moment she locked eyes with Andrew Han last Sunday... Those eyes were clear as flowing water—bright and resolute.
She shook her head. "No way."
"Hey, you're the prettiest girl in our class—why not?" The short-haired girl whispered indignantly. "But Andrew Han was so straightforward. When you finished talking, he immediately agreed to help warn Kevin Zong for you."
"Maybe... hehe."
The short-haired girl blinked playfully.
Monica Zhang waved her hands hurriedly. "That's not true, don't make things up. We're just good friends, we've only met twice."
"Wow!"
The short-haired girl gave her a teasing look and said mischievously, "You've only met twice and you're already good friends. Sounds like the start of something more..."
Falling for someone over time?
That's way too suggestive!
A blush crept onto Monica Zhang's cheeks as she shot the short-haired girl a glare.
Her desk mate was great in every way, except she always brought up internet jokes that Monica now knew by heart.
The short-haired girl stopped teasing and sighed softly. "I just hope Andrew Han can warn that awful Kevin Zong soon. If it gets pushed off to tomorrow... and tomorrow after tomorrow, there'll never be time to fix it."
"Oh, right!"
"After he agreed to help, he just left and only asked which class we're in. Maybe he's planning to come by after school? Or was he just talking and not planning to do anything?"
The short-haired girl hesitated, speculating out loud.
She worried that Andrew Han only talked big, but wouldn't actually have the guts to confront Kevin Zong.
Monica Zhang bit her lip and murmured, "Let's just wait... If Andrew Han said he'd help me, he definitely will."
"I hope so."
The short-haired girl pursed her lips.
She hadn't known Andrew Han before, and she'd met plenty of boys who bragged all the time. So, she couldn't help but be a little skeptical about him.
Rustle.
The short-haired girl tidied her ear-length hair, flipped through her test papers a couple of times, and began reviewing her mistakes. Fully absorbed, she stopped paying attention to Monica Zhang's worries.
Monica Zhang sat alone on one side, as if cut off from the world.
Until now.
She finally felt a wave of loneliness.
Monica couldn't help but ask herself in secret—had she failed too much?
Kevin Zong tried to bully her, but none of her classmates spoke up or helped... Even her best friend only offered comfort.
But then again, with the college entrance exams approaching, no one wants to get involved in trouble.
There was no one who could help her.
So what was she supposed to do?
Monica Zhang pressed her lips together, staring at the three test papers on her desk. No matter how high the scores, they couldn't ease her feelings of distress and grievance. Her heart felt unbearably heavy.
It was as if gloomy clouds were drifting above her soul, casting a suffocating shadow.
"Andrew Han."
"Will he... will he really help me?"
Monica Zhang sat in a daze, her heart filled with inexplicable hope and longing, waiting for evening self-study to end. If only Andrew Han would really show up at the classroom door...
Time ticked by, little by little.
Monica had never imagined that waiting could be so agonizing.
But she couldn't focus on studying either; all she could do was wait, lost in thought, counting down to the end of class—and to Andrew Han's arrival.
...
Third row from the wall, counting backwards.
A boy with a buzz cut squinted at the test papers on his desk. He was Kevin Zong.
He pressed his dry lips together, too distracted to care about the mistakes on his test.
"Heh heh."
He lifted his head and looked forward. Through the rows of students, he could just make out Monica Zhang's beautiful silhouette, and a hint of heat flashed in his eyes.
"What a shame."
Kevin Zong licked his lips. "When I was joking around, I tugged Monica Zhang's long hair twice—almost made her fall into my arms. I should've pulled harder... With Monica's gentle personality, if I hug her a couple more times, her defenses will crumble."
He pressed his dry lips together, too distracted to care about the mistakes on his test.
"Monica Zhang, you won't escape from the palm of my hand!"
Clack.
Kevin Zong tossed his phone into the desk, a smile curling at his lips. His desk mate was a boy with a close-cropped haircut, sitting on the outside, tall and muscular—almost six-foot-three.
At first glance, he looked pretty intimidating.
He teased Kevin Zong, "So today's plan failed, huh? What, gonna try again tomorrow?"
Kevin Zong nodded. "Of course."
Taking advantage of being in the same classroom, he planned to win Monica Zhang over before the college entrance exams. Otherwise, after the exams, they'd have few chances to interact, and the gap between Elite University and ordinary colleges was just too wide—the odds of success would drop sharply.
The buzz-cut boy gave a sly grin, unable to hide his excitement at the drama.
A model student, being teased by his desk mate Kevin Zong in front of the whole class—it made him eager to see what would happen next.
He encouraged, "I'll help you tomorrow."
"Alright."
Kevin Zong nodded.
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Senior Year Class 7, third row by the wall.
Andrew Han sat at his desk, put the three missing test papers into his backpack, zipped it up, and then sat quietly, saying nothing.
It was as if he were waiting for something.
Gu Yuanliang asked curiously, "Andrew, you actually came to evening self-study? Lately, you've just left right after school... Besides, Martial Arts students don't have to attend evening self-study."
Andrew Han replied quietly, "I have something to do."
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"What is it?"
Gu Yuanliang was even more curious now, his eyes practically sparkling.
He should have been feeling down, but thanks to Andrew Han's unpredictable ways, he'd moved up a rank in this exam. He was quite happy, his thoughts lively.
"Hmm, to repay a favor."
Andrew Han showed a faint smile.
Someone dares to bully Monica Zhang? There's no way he'd just sit back and watch.
If not for Uncle Zhang Luoyu's help, Andrew still wouldn't understand the rules behind the Graywhite Aura, let alone those mysterious flows.
Besides...
He got along well with Monica Zhang, and since he had the ability, it was only right to help.
Swish!
Andrew Han picked up his backpack and quietly walked out of the classroom.
Gu Yuanliang was left bewildered, scratching his messy head as he watched Andrew Han's confident figure disappear. He just couldn't understand: "???"
...
School building corridor.
Andrew Han made his way to the stairwell, then up to the second floor, where he found the classroom with the Class 12 sign hanging above the door.
Hmm.
Standing at the back door of Class 12, Andrew Han glanced inside twice to make sure there were no teachers. He adjusted his somber expression, forced a polite smile, and tried to look as courteous as possible.
Click.
He left his backpack in the corridor, then walked to the entrance of Class 12.
Knock, knock.
Andrew Han tapped the door twice, then gently pushed it open.
Creak.
The classroom door swung open, revealing the students of Class 12, heads bowed in study.
Andrew Han stepped into Class 12, leaning against the half-open door. With a gentle smile, he said quietly, "Sorry to disturb you all for a moment."
"Who is Kevin Zong?"
The whole class looked at Andrew Han, slightly bewildered.
Most of them were sorting through test papers, discussing mistakes, reviewing knowledge points, or playing on their phones... None of them expected a student from another class to appear at the door.
Who was he?
What did he want?
That was the question on every Class 12 student's mind.
"Ahem."
Andrew Han cleared his throat, squinting slightly, and repeated in a soft voice, "Who is Kevin Zong? Please step outside for a moment."
Hiss!
Monica Zhang gasped, her delicate face full of shock. Her lips parted unconsciously, and her gaze locked onto Andrew Han's handsome features. Her heart tightened, its beat stilled.
He—he came!
He really came!
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