16 My House is Pretty Big

At 1:30 in the afternoon, Xue Jing arrived at school.Just like in the morning, he did not go directly to the class, but instead stepped into the Qingda campus again and came to the Qingda library.

Compared to the sparsely populated library in the morning, there were quite a lot of people at this time, but everyone was very quiet and the only sound you could hear was the turning of pages.

Xue Jing's arrival attracted many students' attention. A short-haired girl sitting on a chair in the lounge, holding an extracurricular book, looked at Xue Jing, who was wearing the school uniform of the Affiliated High School, with sparkling eyes, and whispered excitedly to her best friend beside her:

"Look, look, that little brother is so handsome!"

"Shall we go and ask him for his WeChat?"

While staring at Xue Jing, her bestie complained, "Don't you like older guys? Why are you targeting that little kid from the attached middle school?"

"No matter how much I dislike sweets, I will still drool when I see this kind of top-notch dessert!" The short-haired girl's eyes lit up.

"Come on, let's go. I'm going to ask for his WeChat ID. You stay by my side to give me courage..."

As she said this, she stood up from her chair.

The chair was pushed away, rubbing against the floor, making a slightly sharp sound.

As if hearing the noise here, Xue Jing turned his head and looked at the girl with short hair.

"…"

The latter was glanced at by those cold eyes, and the whole person seemed to be poured over by a basin of cold water, chilling him from scalp to heels, and his inner desires disappeared in an instant.

It was not until Xue Jing walked up the stairs and left her sight that the short-haired girl suddenly covered her plump breasts and gasped for breath, like a drowning person who had just been rescued.

Her best friend was stunned for a moment, then immediately patted her back to help her calm down, and asked with concern: "What's wrong, Xiaolin, are you okay?"

The ponytailed girl named Xiaolin said with lingering fear: "I don't know why, that brother... seems very dangerous, I'd better not ask for his WeChat."

…

Xue Jing, who had no idea how much psychological harm his unintentional glance had caused to others, went straight up to the seventh floor.

The seventh floor was as deserted as ever, in stark contrast to the popular first six floors. There was only one young girl, sitting upright on an old chair, holding a book. She was still sitting so straight that nothing could be faulted with her, and her light blue skinny jeans were stretched so tight that they looked like a ripe peach.

It was the girl Xue Jing met at the same place in the morning.

What was different from the morning was that when the girl saw Xue Jing, she nodded at him, her waist-length ponytail swaying gently, and a smile appeared on her clean and beautiful face.

Xue Jing smiled, said nothing, and nodded at her.

He thought this kind of silent acquaintance was quite interesting.

Walking into the bookshelf area, Xue Jing began to look for clues that might be related to the "divine substance".

Under the dim light, Xue Jing and the girl were busy with their own things, with a clear distinction between them. They looked like two unrelated passers-by, yet there was an inexplicable sense of natural harmony between them.

An hour later, Xue Jing learned a lot of things that ordinary people didn't know, but he still gained nothing about the divine substance.

"Let's go to class first."

Shaking his head, Xue Jing put the book in his hand back on the bookshelf and walked out of the library.

The girl was the only one left on the silent seventh floor. She seemed like a lonely earthbound spirit imprisoned there. Only the occasional sound of turning pages could prove that she was a real person.

…

When Xue Jing walked into his classroom, he found that the desks and chairs that were scratched by Pei Youguang had been replaced with a set of intact ones.

"It was that second-year student Pei Youguang who moved here and replaced your desk and chair."

A classmate who had arrived early explained.

"Is that so?" Xue Jing replied.

He didn't really care, as he could sit on the table and chairs regardless of whether they were scratched or not. However, the drawer of the scratched table and chairs had been stuffed with dirty things after all, so it was a good idea to replace them.

Pei Youguang is a sensible person.

Xue Jing thought.

It was worth it that I gave him a lecture with such sincerity.

The four classes in the afternoon passed quickly. Xue Jing said hello to Li Ge and said that he had something to do, so he let him go first.

Then he packed up his textbooks, put his schoolbag on one shoulder, and walked out of the third teaching building.

The Affiliated High School has three teaching buildings, one for each grade, and each grade has twenty classes.

Xue Jing came to the corridor of the second teaching building where the second graders studied. He leaned against the pillar at the door, took out his mobile phone, and watched some videos about martial arts while waiting.

He looked quite eye-catching, and when the second-year students coming out of the building saw him, they would more or less keep their eyes on him.

It didn't take long before a wealthy young man, surrounded by a group of younger brothers, came out with bandages on his nose and eyes, wrapped up like a mummy.

It was Pei Youguang.

The younger brothers next to him also had some injuries, but none as serious as Pei Youguang's.

When Pei Youguang saw Xue Jing, he was stunned for a moment, then he trotted over and said attentively, "Hey, Brother Jing, are you waiting for me?"

His performance immediately stunned the second-year students around him.

"Is this Pei Youguang?"

"Ah? Is this Pei Youguang? He's tied up like a mummy. I can't recognize him."

"Who is that person? Why does Pei Youguang seem to be...licking him?"

"It's Xue Jing from the third grade! I saw him this morning. Zhou Juncheng called him out of the school gate. I thought he was going to be beaten by Pei Youguang, but he looks fine..."

"Stupid, Pei Youguang is like this, he must have wanted to hit someone but failed and got hit instead."

"What's going on? Didn't Pei Youguang practice martial arts? How did he get beaten like this?"

There were whispers of discussion all around, and the students all had excited expressions on their faces as if they had gotten something big.

This school bully usually has a very bad relationship with others, and now that they see him, it seems like he has suffered a loss, so everyone is very happy.

"You deserve it. You bully people every day, and now you've hit a wall!"

"Finally someone can cure him."

"Pei Youguang and I are in the same class. In the morning, he was still talking about giving Xue Jing a hard time. It was said that it was because Lin Shiyu liked Xue Jing... Look, Lin Shiyu is here."

Lin Shiyu, a junior school girl wearing a short school uniform skirt and with her long, straight legs sparkling in the sunset, showed a trace of embarrassment on her pretty face as she walked out of the teaching building and saw Xue Jing.

She had just been rejected when she confessed her love in the morning, and now she met the person in question again, she was suddenly embarrassed.

Fortunately, Xue Jing didn't even look at her, as if he didn't notice her at all. Although it seemed a bit ruthless and made her very disappointed, she couldn't help but feel relieved.

Lin Shiyu quickly picked up her schoolbag, held the hand of her best friend and trotted away.

"Brother Jing, you are here to learn strength from me, right? Let's go to my house. My house is quite big, and I have almost all the equipment used for martial arts training in the dojo..."

Pei Youguang said this, using his only remaining right eye to signal his younger brother beside him.

The latter immediately understood and stepped forward and said attentively:

"Brother Jing, let me help you carry your schoolbag."

"Well, let's go." Xue Jing smiled, handed the schoolbag to his younger brother, and followed Pei Youguang out of the campus.

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