It had always been other boys who harbored unrequited crushes on Hong Jiaxin, very few guys could catch her discerning eye.
When Luo Yang entered her life, she did feel a faint sense of dependence on him.
It wasn't that she fell in love with him, but being apart from him would stir a twinge of melancholy. Seeing him, even if she was in a bad mood, would lift her spirits.
As a proud and haughty girl, she wouldn't admit to having a crush on him—it would be too embarrassing.
"If you're crushing on me, just say it straight, don't beat around the bush. But don't get your hopes up, I won't fall for you," she said disdainfully.
"Class president, even if you wanted to marry me, I might not agree, heh heh."
At these words, from her cheeks to her neck, Hong Jiaxin's face flushed red, her frowning eyebrows knit together, and she first grabbed his shirt with her left hand before abruptly turning and raising her right fist to hit him.
"I won't let you off this time!" She threw a punch at his head.
"Class president, don't get worked up. Let's talk this out," Luo Yang dodged the punch with ease.
Since she was holding onto his shirt with her left hand, he had to get close to her, which virtually left her right fist without any range to attack.
Hong Jiaxin threw several punches, none of which hit Luo Yang's head.
Just as she aimed for his chest, he closed in on her, gently bumping into her and causing her to lose her balance, forcing her to retreat involuntarily.
In no time she was backed up against a wall with nowhere left to retreat, and she could only raise her fist upwards, unable to hit his head.
"Class president, please listen to me," Luo Yang said.
"I'm going to thrash you!" Hong Jiaxin retorted cutely.
Luo Yang pressed her against the wall, immobilizing her.
Unable to use her hands, Hong Jiaxin attempted to stomp on his foot with hers.
This rendered her unable to forcefully stomp down.
"Class president, calm down for a second. Let me tell you about the mysteries of Shadow Fist," Luo Yang urged.
Her bun hairstyle was disheveled, with her black hair cascading down, a chaotic yet wild allure embedded within the strong scent of youth.
Whenever Hong Jiaxin was excited or angry, only martial arts could soothe her.
Snorting coldly, Hong Jiaxin said, "Don't think you can avoid a beating by buttering me up!"
Luo Yang chuckled, "Class president, you're overthinking it. Let's call a truce."
She glanced at him sullenly and opposed him, "No way! I've got to beat you this time."
It's difficult when a tomboy gets angry.
Luo Yang laughed, "Class president, you never know, we might end up as husband and wife someday, and then we'll be sharing the same bed. Isn't there a saying about what happens at the head of the bed and at the foot of the bed?"
Upon hearing this, Hong Jiaxin knew he was referring to the saying "a couple fights at the head of the bed and ends at the foot," and seeing the approachable rogue smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, she felt even more flustered.
"I'm going to beat you!" She furiously raised her eyebrows.
"Class president, don't get agitated. I know you want to hit me. Just put it on my tab," Luo Yang smiled. "I'm really curious. Have you ever liked me?"
Seeing his earnest question, she was both annoyed and amused.
Yet she was somewhat irritated with him, intending to confront him with a stern face.
But upon seeing his sincere eyes and heartwarming smile, she couldn't bring herself to be angry.
As their eyes met, they would only connect for a moment before parting, alternating between closeness and distance several times until she couldn't suppress the laughter bubbling in her mouth and she smiled.
"Class president, just tell me the answer," Luo Yang said softly.
"Giggle, I'm going to beat you," she laughed out of exasperation.
"Class president, it's just us here. You can tell me, and I won't tell anyone else," Luo Yang said.
"I'm not telling you. I'm going to beat you," she replied.
With that, she began to twist his ribs with her fingers. That was the only way she could deal with him.
The force wasn't strong, but it was still painful.
Luo Yang grimaced, "Class president, let's agree, if you stop hitting me, I'll let you go, okay?"
Hong Jiaxin assertively said, "Anyway, I'm set on beating you this time!"
Besides twisting his ribs, she also shook her leg trying to strike his.
"I'm going to beat you ten times!" she vowed.
"Class president, don't hit me anymore. Let's seriously discuss Fist Technique. Then, let's go to my place," Luo Yang said with a smile.
She started twisting at him again and continued to bump her legs against his.
"Class president, we agreed on a truce. Why are you swinging at me again?" Luo Yang grinned and said.
"No truce! I'm going to keep pounding you until I'm satisfied," she twisted even more gleefully.