This incident seemed to be just an episode in the lives of Chen Qianqing and Lu Zhengfei.
The next day, Chen Qianqing returned to normal, as if Lu Zhengfei's actions had not affected him much. But in reality, only Chen Qianqing knew what he was truly thinking.
Lu Zhengfei had expected Chen Qianqing to give him the cold shoulder for a few days, but he never imagined that Chen Qianqing's abnormality would only last for a short period of time. It was so short that Lu Zhengfei even doubted if it was just his imagination.
After being discharged from the hospital, Chen Qianqing cooperated well with the treatment for his leg. He followed the doctor's instructions, rarely throwing tantrums. It seemed that his whole personality had changed after his leg was broken.
Lu Zhengfei also kept his promise and sent Chen Qianqing back to school after two weeks. However, due to Chen Qianqing's leg, he asked him not to live on campus and arranged for someone to pick him up and drop him off every day.
Chen Qianqing agreed since he knew his leg was inconvenient.
The original owner, Chen Qianqing, was majoring in financial management at the university. The courses were mostly basic stuff, so Chen Qianqing didn't have to worry about failing exams and not being able to graduate. However, it would be unlikely for him to receive a scholarship.
When Chen Qianqing hobbled into the classroom with his crutches, all eyes in the class were on him.
If we were to talk about the old Chen Qianqing, he was definitely a prominent figure in their school. Handsome, good grades, played the piano well, and a gentleman. He could fulfill almost every girl's fantasy of a boyfriend.
The only flaw seemed to be his poor health, often taking sick leave and even going on a few months of medical leave due to illness. But in reality, this had nothing to do with Chen Qianqing. It was all caused by Lu Zhengfei.
"Qianqing, over here!" a male voice called out. Chen Qianqing looked up and saw a somewhat unfamiliar but still recognizable face. The person calling his name was one of Chen Qianqing's roommates, with whom he had always had a good relationship. Lu Zhenfgei had met him a few times because of Chen Qianqing, so he knew this person's name was Zhu Mao.
Chen Qianqing hobbled over with his crutches and sat down next to Zhu Mao.
"How did you break your leg?" Zhu Mao asked. "I haven't seen you in months..."
Chen Qianqing placed his book on the desk. "I got into a car accident."
"A car accident?" Zhu Mao exclaimed. "Wasn't it serious? And why were you on a break earlier? Were you sick?"
Chen Qianqing thought for a moment. "I was sick."
Zhu Mao sympathetically looked at Chen Qianqing. "I thought you wouldn't come to class anymore..."
As they were talking, the class bell rang, and Zhu Mao said, "It's already halfway through the semester, and you haven't learned anything. Will you be okay for the final exams? Do you want to borrow my notes?"
Zhu Mao was also a top student, hardly ever absent from class. He not only took meticulous notes but also asked the teachers extra questions. He was practically a unique character in college and almost always won first-class scholarships.
Chen Qianqing used to be one of the contenders for scholarships, but now it was highly unlikely. As long as he didn't fail any courses, he should count himself lucky.
Once the teacher started the class, Zhu Mao stopped talking, and Chen Qianqing took out his textbook to listen to the lecture.
The only fortunate thing was that Chen Qianqing was studying financial management, which was related to finance, rather than a highly specialized or demanding art or engineering major. Otherwise, even if he attended the class, he would still be at a loss, understanding every word the teacher said individually but not when they were combined.
A class lasted for forty-five minutes, with two small breaks. Chen Qianqing's major had many courses, and in the first and second years, they were mostly similar to high school. Most teachers also assigned homework after class. Those who wanted to study hard naturally found it challenging, but if they aimed to just pass, it wasn't too tiring.
Chen Qianqing certainly didn't feel restless like a typical young adult. He enjoyed class time, not having to think about anything else, no one to disturb him. The teacher lectured, and he listened below. It was very comfortable.
There were two large classes in the morning, and now it was the first one. He would have to change classrooms for another class later.
"Qianqing." After class, Zhu Mao helped Chen Qianqing carry his books and followed behind him with his crutches. "Are you going back to the dorm?"
"No, I won't go back," Chen Qianqing replied. "My leg is not convenient."
Zhu Mao fell silent for a moment before saying, "Are you still mad at Liu Jingyang? He's just like that... don't take it to heart."
"..." Liu Jingyang? Who? Chen Qianqing had no impression of this name. Upon hearing Zhu Mao's words, he simply made a sound to indicate that he had heard, without revealing his attitude.
"Are you still angry?" Zhu Mao sighed. "He has a sharp tongue, but there's no ill intent."
"..." Chen Qianqing truly didn't know who Liu Jingyang was or what he had done.
"When your leg gets better, come back to the dorm," Zhu Mao said. "He felt guilty for a long time after knowing you took a leave of absence. Let's have a meal together and let him apologize to you..."
Zhu Mao had thought that after saying this, Chen Qianqing would give some response, good or bad. But he waited for a long time and turned his head to see that Chen Qianqing had no expression on his face, as if he hadn't heard his words at all.
"Qianqing?" Zhu Mao misunderstood and hesitated. "I... don't be mad at me, I'm not taking his side. I just thought that since we're classmates, there's no need to be so resentful."
Chen Qianqing knew that Zhu Mao had misunderstood. He said, "Hmm, I know my own feelings. I'll handle it."
Zhu Mao breathed a sigh of relief.
Unlike Zhu Mao, Liu Jingyang was just an ordinary college student. He didn't come to this class because the teacher didn't like to take attendance, while the teacher for this class always did. So when Chen Qianqing entered the classroom, he saw the person Zhu Mao was waving to.
"Liu Jingyang!" Zhu Mao said. "Qianqing came to class."
The person sitting in the seat froze for a moment, and his smile faded as he scrutinized Chen Qianqing with a critical gaze, making Chen Qianqing uncomfortable.
It seemed that not everything Zhu Mao had said was true because, with Chen Qianqing's years of experience in judging people, it was clear that Liu Jingyang genuinely disliked him.
Sure enough, Liu Jingyang's next words were, "Chen Qianqing, why are you here?"
Zhu Mao had just spoken well of Liu Jingyang, but he was instantly rebuked. He showed an embarrassed expression and said, "Liu Jingyang, what's wrong with you? There's no reason why Qianqing can't come."
"Heh." Liu Jingyang looked at Chen Qianqing with disdain, even scornful, as if he couldn't be bothered. He said, "Zhu Mao, don't play with this kind of person. He's a wealthy young master, too busy to bother with us common folks."
Chen Qianqing didn't mind if anyone disliked him. There were too many people who did, too many to count. He didn't have the time to care about each one.
Moreover, people like Liu Jingyang were just good at arguing with words.
Originally, Liu Jingyang had taken Zhu Mao's seat, but seeing how Liu Jingyang treated Chen Qianqing, Zhu Mao didn't sit with him and instead sat beside Chen Qianqing.
Chen Qianqing joked, "You're a top student, this seat is beneath your reputation."
Zhu Mao looked at Chen Qianqing helplessly. "Qianqing, did something good happen to you? You're actually making jokes?"
Indeed, the previous Chen Qianqing rarely made jokes. He didn't get too close to people and usually kept to himself. Even with his roommates, there was a sense of indifference.
But his personality is not disliked, and the appropriate distance actually makes the people in the dormitory like him more.
"Um," Chen Qianqing said, "something good happened."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Mao laughed.
During a class, Liu Jingyang kept turning back to look at Chen Qianqing from time to time. His expression was unpleasant and his gaze was far from friendly. It seemed that he really didn't want to see Chen Qianqing in the class.
Chen Qianqing noticed Liu Jingyang's gaze and stared back at him expressionlessly until Liu Jingyang couldn't stand it anymore and looked away.
Towards the end of the class, Chen Qianqing received a text message from an unknown number. As soon as he opened it, he knew it was from Liu Jingyang because it contained only one sentence: "Chen Qianqing, if I were you, I would never show my face in school."
Chen Qianqing's face finally turned dark. He could tolerate others' boring provocations, but he did not consider this threatening message to be in that category.
Chen Qianqing replied to the message, "Why wouldn't I show my face in school?"
Liu Jingyang replied, "Do you want me to tell your secrets to other classmates?"
Tell secrets to other classmates? After saying something like that, if Chen Qianqing didn't understand what Liu Jingyang meant, he would be foolish. So he suggested, "Let's go out for a meal after school?"
Liu Jingyang thought that Chen Qianqing was surrendering with this statement, so he immediately responded, "Sure."
Chen Qianqing coldly closed his phone, his expression indifferent.