The students in the class followed Tang Xiaorou's gaze and looked at Fang Yu in the corner.
Their eyes naturally fell on He Donglin in the front row.
He Donglin was the class heartthrob, handsome and from a wealthy family, the object of many girls' secret admiration.
Could Tang Xiaorou have transferred to this class for He Donglin!?
"Hey, Donglin, it looks like Tang Xiaorou is interested in you," said Hu Tao, He Donglin's deskmate, nudging him with his elbow.
He Donglin was also puzzled.
Back in the first year, he had tried to pursue Tang Xiaorou but was warned off by people from the Tang family before he could even speak to her.
From that moment, he knew that Tang Xiaorou was someone beyond his reach.
But now, in the third year, just before graduation, why was Tang Xiaorou seeking him out?
Had she been secretly in love with him for a long time?
Thinking this, He Donglin straightened up, adjusted his hair, and felt a surge of excitement, though he kept a calm exterior.
The attention of the class was focused on Tang Xiaorou and He Donglin.
As for Fang Yu and the chubby student, they had been completely ignored.
One was a fat geek, the other a reclusive loner—how could they possibly attract Tang Xiaorou's attention?
"Damn it, another flower being wasted on He Donglin!"
"Ugh, if only I were as rich and handsome as He Donglin."
"Tang Xiaorou is my goddess… How could she like someone else?"
The boys in the class were envious and jealous, their feelings mixed.
The class teacher, Huang Hai, looked at Tang Xiaorou kindly and asked, "Tang Xiaorou, do you want to sit with He Donglin?"
Tang Xiaorou didn't speak. She simply walked down from the podium and headed straight for Fang Yu's seat.
He Donglin was nervous, his heart pounding, thinking about what to say as his opening line.
As Tang Xiaorou approached, He Donglin's mouth curled into a sunny smile, ready to speak.
But to his surprise, Tang Xiaorou didn't stop beside him. Instead, she walked past him and went to his back.
"Teacher, I want to sit with Fang Yu," Tang Xiaorou said, looking at Fang Yu with determined eyes.
...
The classroom fell silent. The students stared at each other in shock.
What was happening? Tang Xiaorou actually wanted to sit with the inconspicuous Fang Yu instead of the class heartthrob He Donglin?
"Student, would you be willing to give up your seat for me?" Tang Xiaorou asked Liu Pangzi, the chubby student, her tone gentle and voice sweet.
As a chubby student, Liu Pangzi was blushing deeply, his mouth open but unable to say a word.
"I don't want to sit with you," Fang Yu said before Liu Pangzi could speak.
"Wow..."
Some boys couldn't help but gasp.
Tang Xiaorou asking to sit with Fang Yu was shocking enough, but they hadn't expected Fang Yu to refuse her.
Did he know what he was rejecting?
It was the dream of every boy in the school!
"Damn it, if you don't want her, I do!"
All the boys in the class were shouting internally.
Tang Xiaorou didn't mind Fang Yu's refusal. She turned to Huang Hai.
Feeling Tang Xiaorou's gaze, Huang Hai tensed up.
Given Tang Xiaorou's status, even the principal would have to show respect. With her small request, Huang Hai had no choice but to comply.
So, Huang Hai looked at Fang Yu and said sternly, "Fang Yu, you need to be more respectful! Tang Xiaorou just joined our class; how can you speak to her like that?"
"You and Liu Dong often whisper to each other in class. I've been wanting to separate you two for a while!"
"Perfect, let Tang Xiaorou sit with you, and Liu Dong will move to the last seat in the second row, alone! Move now!"
With the teacher's order, Fang Yu had no choice but to comply.
A few minutes later, Tang Xiaorou happily became Fang Yu's deskmate, while Liu Pangzi was left sitting alone at the back.
"Tang Xiaorou is an outstanding student from a key class; everyone should learn from her!" Huang Hai added flattering words.
For Fang Yu, having Tang Xiaorou as a deskmate was undoubtedly a bad situation.
He had kept a low profile in this high school for two years to the point where most students didn't even remember his name. But now, all of that was ruined by Tang Xiaorou.
Even though class was still in session, Fang Yu could feel many eyes focused on him.
Sighing, Fang Yu rubbed his temples.
After class, under the watchful eyes of the entire class, Fang Yu and Tang Xiaorou left the classroom and went to the rooftop of the teaching building.
"I know why you're looking for me, but I can tell you that I can't help," Fang Yu said bluntly.
Tang Xiaorou bit her lip and said, "You're the disciple of the Medicine God. You must be able to save my grandfather."
"I've said it before, I'm not Xia Xiuzhi's disciple; I'm his friend," Fang Yu shook his head.
"Don't lie to me. You can tell my grandfather has late-stage lung cancer and less than three months to live. Who besides the Medicine God's disciple could manage that?" Tang Xiaorou said firmly.
Fang Yu regretted mentioning that he knew Xia Xiuzhi.
"So what? Just being able to see that doesn't mean anything. In the late stages of cancer, there's probably no one in the world who can cure it," Fang Yu raised an eyebrow.
"I don't expect you to cure it. I just hope... you can extend my grandfather's life, let him live a few more years... Please, we really have no other way..." Tang Xiaorou's eyes reddened, her voice choked with emotion.
Over the past year, the Tang family had spent a lot of money hiring top experts from both domestic and international fields to diagnose Tang Laozi, but the conclusion was always the same: his illness was untreatable.
They went through great efforts to find the Medicine God Xia Xiuzhi's residence, only to find out that he had passed away.
Now, Fang Yu, who appeared at the Medicine God's residence and could immediately identify Tang Laozi's condition, was their last hope.
For a beauty like Tang Xiaorou to be on the verge of tears and looking so pitiful, no normal man could resist.
But Fang Yu was not a normal man; he was an ancient being who had lived for nearly five thousand years.
"Sorry, I still can't help," Fang Yu said.
There are so many people in the world suffering misfortune. Fang Yu can't save everyone and isn't obligated to.
Fang Yu just wanted to live a simple life and hoped to break through the Qi Refining stage one day.
He was not a hero and didn't want to be one.
"No matter how much you want as a reward, we can afford it!" Tang Xiaorou said again.
"I really can't help, and I don't need money," Fang Yu replied flatly, turning to leave.
After taking a few steps, he turned back and said, "By the way, I hope you can move out. I don't want to sit with you. I really... dislike trouble."
Seeing Fang Yu leave without a glance back, Tang Xiaorou's face turned pale with anger.
As the eldest daughter of the Tang family, she had never begged so lowly before, not even shedding tears.
Yet Fang Yu remained unmoved, showing no signs of compassion.
"Dislike trouble? Then I'll make sure to give you trouble!" Tang Xiaorou gritted her teeth.
When they returned to the classroom, there was no communication between Fang Yu and Tang Xiaorou during the following classes.
By the end of the last period, Fang Yu was still lying on his desk sleeping, while Tang Xiaorou packed her books and gently poked Fang Yu's shoulder with her delicate fingers.
"Fang Yu, let's go have lunch together," Tang Xiaorou said with a sweet voice.
Fang Yu lifted his head and looked at Tang Xiaorou's smiling face, feeling uneasy.
"Forget it, you look too tired from last night. Just keep sleeping. I'll bring you lunch later. Wait here," Tang Xiaorou's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning as she left the classroom.
The students in the classroom, hearing Tang Xiaorou's words, went wild.
This information was too explosive!
What did she mean by "too tired last night"? And why was Tang Xiaorou blushing and looking shy while saying it!?
Did Tang Xiaorou and Fang Yu...
Facing the envious gazes of the boys in the class, Fang Yu remained calm.
It seemed Tang Xiaorou was indeed determined to cause trouble for him.
However, it was clear that Tang Xiaorou was willing to tarnish her own reputation to create misunderstandings.
But Fang Yu didn't care.
He disliked trouble, but that didn't mean he was afraid of it.
Was it just about becoming famous at school and being envied by a bunch of teenagers?
What was the big deal?
For someone who had cultivated for nearly five thousand years, if he couldn't handle a teenage girl's tricks, he might as well end it all.
Fang Yu stood up, intending to go to the cafeteria with Liu Pangzi, but was stopped.
"Hey, Fang Yu, I want to
discuss something with you. Can we talk in the hallway?" The speaker was He Donglin from the front row.