Shen Ze's eyes were firmly locked onto the footprint on his desk and in the next instant, a chilly aura spread from his body. Darkness seemed to spill from his eyes.
Xiang Han, who had just finished provoking him, quietly exhaled when he saw that Shen Ze did not react. That's right, Shen Ze was currently only a problem student who had not yet twisted and blackened. What did he have to fear?
Xiang Han reassuringly turned away and glanced at the timetable at the corner of his table. Then, he took out a book, 'Cramming 100 days before an exam(Math edition)' and pretended to read it.
Shen Ze finally looked at him with a malicious gaze. His voice was like ice, enunciating each word, "Wipe it off."
"Hm?" Xiang Han abruptly looked up and when he saw his expression, he was scared silly. He instinctively backed away and nervously stuttered, "Y-Y-You, what are you doing?"
Shen Ze narrowed his eyes and swept a glance over the table, repeating, "Wipe it off immediately."
"Oh, oh!" Xiang Han hurriedly took a piece of tissue but after wiping it twice, he suddenly regained his senses.
Wait, his reaction was far too cowardly, and would only serve to boost the other person's arrogance, and tyrannical and haughty attitude.
Wiping was fine but logic needed to be discussed. In forming relationships, one couldn't simply yield in the face of intimidation and become the submissive roleplayer.
"Elder brother…S-Shen Ze," Xiang Han swiftly changed his form of address upon receiving such a threatening glare, "Teacher Zhang only told you to move over but she did not tell you to sit in my seat. Moreover, it was you who, who…."
Before he could complete his argument, Shen Ze had already restrained his right arm and pressed it down on the table with a deathly grip.
Xiang Han was terrified and forced to bend forward. He nervously asked, "Y-You, what are you doing?"
He glanced at the other classmates around them and lowered his voice cautiously, "Everyone is looking, if you still dare to do anything, I…"
Xiang Han hadn't finished with his "I" when Shen Ze took Xiang Han's sleeves as a rag cloth and pressed his elbows down on the table, using it to clean the footprint thoroughly.
Xiang Han was dumbfounded and only recovered after a long while. He was boiling with rage. This Shen Ze was truly an unteachable student, he hadn't even finished imparting his logic! Thankfully his mysophobia was mostly gone or else he would have collapsed by now.
Xiang Han swallowed this bitterness and turned around. Seeing how Shen Ze laid out his books properly before going back to sleep, he wished he could rub off all the dirt on his sleeves to his head.
But right on time, the bell for the next class rang and the maths teacher walked in with a stack of question paper. He could only pat his sleeves and retracted his gaze in disappointment while secretly thinking, "Fall down…Fall down…"
He chanted this for ten minutes but during this whole time, Shen Ze continued to sleep safely and soundly. The mathematics teacher also did not seem surprised. As long as Shen Ze did not cause trouble, he would overlook him.
Chanting for half a day did not produce any results. Looked like this crow's beak ability required him to be verbal. Thus, he quietly chanted, "Fall down… Fall down…"
The mathematics teacher glanced at him several times before he finally broke the chalk and threw the broken chip at his head, "Zhao Han, what are you whispering? Come and do this question."
"Ah?"
"Ah what? It should be 'okay'. Where did your focus go? Hurry up and come out in front."
"Okay."
Xiang Han slowly stood up while glancing at the unmoving Shen Ze. In the end, he went out from the other side.
Under his sleeves, the corners of Shen Ze's lips hooked up but it quickly disappeared before flattening into a thin line, as though he was frustrated.
Xiang Han arrived in front of the black board with much difficulty and kneading the chalk in his hands for half a day, he finally turned to system, [Little Nine, this problem…]
[You still need 009's help for a middle school's math problem?] Big A couldn't help touching his forehead in the simulation space.
Xiang Han, [I can be considered to have lived for several hundreds of years. Isn't it normal to forget?]
System, [It's okay, let me do it.]
System took control of his hand and began to write at tremendous speed.
The mathematics teacher suddenly walked towards Shen Ze and knocked on his table, "If you want to sleep, get out."
Seeing how Xiang Han dared not walk out from Shen Ze's side earlier, the teacher was unhappy. Sleeping was no big deal, but he shouldn't be a bother to other students.
Shen Ze looked up without a hint of sleepiness on his face and walked out nonchalantly.
Xiang Han had finished the question and put down the chalk on the table. Seeing the 'culprit' walk out from beside him, he couldn't help but whisper, "Why isn't he falling?"
Just as he spoke, Shen Ze's leg stumbled over the teacher's desk and he fell down with a loud bang.
Xiang Han, "…"
The rest of the class, "…"
Shen Ze had coincidentally heard the whisper and thus, even though it was him who tripped all by himself, he turned back angrily to glare at Xiang Han.
Xiang Han guiltily backed away when he saw Shen Ze's dark expression. He bent down and asked, "Are you okay?"
Shen Ze coldly turned away and stood up, even patting down his clothes. However, some traces of blood could be seen on his sleeves which was obviously from the injury he had sustained in the morning. He even limped slightly as he walked.
The mathematics teacher walked over and pushed his glasses up, frowning, "Zhao Han, you send him to the clinic."
"…Yes, Teacher Xu."
To be able to openly build their relationship with justification, Xiang Han would naturally not reject it. He pretended to reluctantly agree but once he stepped forward to support Shen Ze, he was heartlessly pushed aside.
Xiang Han rubbed his nose and decided to simply follow behind.
Walking out of school, Shen Ze turned to him coldly, "Stay away from me."
Once was enough, but two consecutive times… Shen Ze didn't have the mood to look at him.
"No way. Teacher Xu told me to bring you to the clinic," Xiang Han pretended to think deeply.
Shen Ze snorted sarcastically and only treated him as if he was trying to scheme something.
Seeing the lack of reaction, Xiang Han quickly caught up with him and cautiously spoke, "That…Shen Ze, previously I had hurt you a few times. Now that I think of it, it was really my fault, I will apologize to you…"
Shen Ze abruptly halted. Xiang Han glanced at him as he spoke and seeing that he had stopped, he too no longer continued to walk.
Shen Ze turn around expressionlessly and slowly walked towards him. A bad premonition filled Xiang Han's heart and he swallowed his saliva, instinctively stepping back.
He kept stepping back until he was backed up against the wall. Xiang Han glanced around but did not see a single person. He instantly tensed, "That…y-you, what do you want to do?"
Shen Ze's left hand was pressed up against the wall beside his face while his right hand gripped a sharp but handless dagger which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. He unhurriedly patted Xiang Han's face with the cold blade and warned, "No matter what you are planning, you'd better stay far away from me in the future. Or else…"
When he said this, he deliberately increased the pressure of the knife against his face.
After changing bodies, Xiang Han was a weak chicken who was almost nothing without his system. At this moment, he was extremely nervous, "Y-y-you, take your hand away. What if you slip…"
He hadn't even completed saying the word 'slip' when Shen Ze's hand had already slipped through. The blade gently lifted and sliced across the jade like earlobe, leaving a small wound. Beads of blood quickly dribbled out and dripped down his ears, the redness appearing somewhat alluring.
Ghost! Shen Ze instantly retracted his knife in panic. His hands had always been steady when holding a knife, why would it suddenly shake?
Xiang Han only felt as if a needle had pricked his earlobe. Seeing Shen Ze retract his weapon, he instinctively raised a hand to touch his earlobe. When he saw his fingertips dyed a dark red, he instantly lifted a finger and pointed at the other person in shock, "Y-Y-You…" You are so young, yet already so perverted?
Shen Ze swatted his hand away and seeing the red on his ears, it only stung his eyes more. It was simply reminding him of his mistake earlier.
He reached over and lightly rubbed Xiang Han's earlobe between his index and thumb fingers , finding it surprisingly tender. Wiping off most of the blood, he finally pulled back in satisfaction.
Xiang Han hissed in pain when his ears were rubbed until it was red but did not make another sound.
Shen Ze thought he had been frightened silly and lightly snorted, intending to leave. However, just as he turned to walk away, a heroic voice suddenly came.
"You two over there, which class are you from? What are you doing strolling around during class time?"
The level head? Shen Ze frowned in annoyance. Thankfully, he had already kept the knife.
Level Head Zhao had just walked forward. Seeing that they were both boys, he unconsciously sighed in relief. From a distance, he had thought it was some students dating.
"Which year? Why aren't you in class?" He asked sternly.
Xiang Han hurriedly explained, "Teacher Zhao, we are from year 3 class 1. He accidentally fell, so Teacher Xu instructed me to bring him to the clinic."
"Oh," Level Head Zhao glanced at Shen Ze's elbow and waved a hand, "Then hurry, don't dally by the wall."
Xiang Han hurriedly pulled Shen Ze along and left but didn't go far before he remembered the other person had even threatened him earlier. With a 'swish', he quickly let go.
Shen Ze was very satisfied with his reaction and expressionlessly said, "If that old geezer knows of the things today…"
As he said this, he swept a glance of Xiang Han with a 'you know what will happen' expression. Xiang Han stood frozen on the spot, gnashing his teeth his fury.
Shen Ze did not go to the clinic and left the school instead. No one knew where he went and until the end of school, Xiang Han did not see him.
At night, Xiang Han returned home. Just as he entered the living room, Xue Ling came forward to welcome him.
Seeing him arrive, Xue Ling smiled warmly, "Xiao Han is back. Quick, go wash up, dinner will be ready soon." Afterwards, she carelessly asked, "Oh, right. Where's Ah Ze? Aren't you two classmates, why didn't you come back together?"
Xiang Han raised an eyebrow and wanted to say something when Shen Zheng Duo came downstairs and he quickly changed his mind, "Elder brother fell off his bike and went to the clinic earlier. So he might be a little late."
But for some inexplicable reason, his response was a little vague and his eyes flashed evasively.
"Fell?" Xue Ling immediately asked anxiously, "Where did he fall? Is it serious? How is he now? Why did you come back by yourself and not wait for him? Sigh, where is the driver…"
Shen Zheng Duo coughed lightly and interrupted her before turning to Xiang Han, "Xiao Han, tell me the truth. Where did Shen Ze go?"
Was it even possible to fall off while riding a bike? He didn't even fall off his motorcycle. Shen Zheng Duo was very sure that Shen Ze must have played truant again and from Xiang Han's expression, it was clear to see that he was hiding something.
Xiang Han was stunned, and quickly asked his system, [My acting became worse?] Wasn't it realistic enough?
System, [Cough, cough. It's not like that, it's the original host whose acting was too good.]
[What do you mean?]
System, [The original host spoke in such a way that it appeared to be helping Shen Ze, but in reality, was digging a pit for him. Since you received his memories, your character and expression will remain affected for sometime.]
Xiang Han, "…"
"Uncle Shen, elder brother really fell…" He struggled to maintain an earnest expression.
Shen Zheng Duo finally believed him, frowning, "How is he? Is he alright?"
"I won't die yet," Shen Ze suddenly came back and replied coldly. When he bypassed Xiang Han, a dark glint in his eyes seemed to say, looks like you haven't learnt your lesson.