Chapter 19

Afternoon self-study hadn't started yet, and several people returned to the classroom sweating profusely. A male student said to Tianxin, "Jiang Tianxin, can I borrow a tissue?" Their faces were marked with sweat.

Tianxin took out her tissue, but before she could hand it over, Yan Heng intercepted it. He took out his own tissue from his pocket and gave it to the male student, saying, "A man should use a man's exclusive tissue." The male student looked confused and could only mutter, "Thank you, Yan brother, for your manly tissue." Since getting to know Yan Heng, they weren't as afraid of him as they used to be.

Tianxin watched as her tissue went into Yan Heng's pocket, feeling stunned. Yan Heng's thoughts were difficult for ordinary people to fathom. She had just glimpsed his tissue, which was the same brand as hers, so why was it considered a man's tissue? Was it because it had absorbed his aura?

As the only sober person at the scene, Zhong Youxin's mind was clear as water. Yan Heng's possessiveness was truly formidable. This wasn't just a tissue issue, but clearly he didn't want anyone else touching Jiang Tianxin's tissue.

The group returned to their seats, and Tianxin spoke up, "Can I have my tissue back?" She didn't know what this guy was going to do with her tissue.

Yan Heng glanced at her casually and said, "I gave mine to someone else, so naturally yours is mine now." Tianxin didn't know what to say. Oh well, it was just a packet of tissues, if he wanted it, he could have it.

"Tianxin, you're so childish," she thought to herself.

Under the orange light, Yan Heng was focused on doing his homework. After finishing a set of problems, he rubbed his forehead and reached into his jacket, pulling out a packet of tissues. The tissues were the same brand as his, and he took out a piece, then took a red pen out of the pen holder and drew various hearts on it.

Yan Heng looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, nodding his head. He took out the rest of the tissues, drew several hearts on each one, and then neatly folded them and put them back in the packet. He put the packet back in his pocket and decided to give it to her tomorrow.

Yan Heng took a book from his desk and leaned back on his bed, reading. These books were brought over from his old villa, all of which he had read during junior high. He hadn't bought any other books since starting high school, maybe he should buy a few more another day.

It was late at night and Yen Heng couldn't sleep. He didn't know if Tianxin was asleep or not. He put down his book and unlocked his phone to send her an emoji. He thought she might not reply, so he put down his phone and read his book for a while. But then he picked up his phone again, thinking she might still be awake.

"What's up?" Tianxin replied with a questioning emoji.

Yen Heng chuckled under the covers. What else could it be? He missed her.

"Nothing, just don't bring breakfast tomorrow. I'll bring it," he typed.

Tianxin replied with a simple "ok." Since she started bringing breakfast for him, they had taken turns bringing it, and the variety was much better than the cafeteria food. Zhu Ting even teased her about it.

"Would drinking milk help?" Tianxin suddenly remembered his insomnia. She would ask Cheng Yugui when she went back home for the National Day holiday. He was a doctor and should have a solution.

Yen Heng felt a little guilty. He had forgotten to drink the milk he bought. He knew that drinking milk wouldn't help either. "You said to drink it before bed, but I haven't slept yet," he replied.

"Okay, drink it and go to sleep. Good night," Tianxin was getting sleepy, so she put down her phone and closed her eyes.

Yen Heng warmed up the milk and spent another sleepless night.

He brought breakfast to the classroom the next day, but only Tianxin was there. She usually arrived earlier than him. He wondered if the pancake and fruit would be cold by the time she arrived.

He placed the breakfast on Tianxin's desk. Her desk was very neat and tidy, with books neatly arranged in the desk organizer, unlike his own messy desk where he had to search for things.

He had tried to tidy up before, but it was too much trouble. So he left it as it was. When Tianxin and Zhu Ting entered the classroom, they saw Yen Heng slumped over his desk. They sat down quietly without waking him up. Zhu Ting pointed at Yen Heng with her pen, but Tianxin raised a finger to her lips, indicating for her to be quiet.

The sunlight was too bright, hurting Tianxin's eyes. She looked out the window and saw a silhouette on the glass. She picked up a book and held it up to cast a shadow over Yen Heng's face, shielding him from the sun.

Tianxin's hand was getting tired, so she switched to her other hand. Yen Heng opened his eyes drowsily and saw a book above him. Tianxin moved quickly, pressing the book down onto the desk.

The two looked at each other, and then the bell rang. Tianxin quickly spoke up, "I need to go out." Yan Heng watched as Tianxin pulled Zhu Ting out of the classroom. "Wow," he thought, "my little desk mate is blushing even when she's just blocking the sun for him. She's becoming more and more adorable, what should I do?"

When Tianxin returned to the classroom, Yan Heng had fallen asleep again. He had slept through the first two classes, and since Tianxin knew his pattern, she didn't bother him anymore. She searched for books in her desk and saw her tissue paper. She took it out and saw that it was the one he had taken yesterday. Why was it on her desk?

Curious, Tianxin took out one sheet and saw that it was a drawing of a heart. She took out all the papers, and each one had a drawing of two hearts connected together. Was Yan Heng secretly in love with her? Tianxin was torn whether or not to ask him about it, but she decided not to. She thought she might be overthinking things.

In the afternoon, their class had a basketball game. A few of them went to the playground to warm up after class. Tianxin and Zhu Ting followed Zhong You, while Yan Heng looked at the scoreboard. There was a table next to it, and two people sat on the stools, keeping score. Zhong You and the class committee member were keeping an eye on their class's performance.

"You guess whether our class will win or not?" Zhu Ting pulled Tianxin's sleeve, looking at the people warming up on the court.

"I don't know, but I hope our class wins," Tianxin said, shaking her head.

"Of course, we hope to win. Do you know something? It's related to Yan Heng. I just heard about it," Zhu Ting grinned at Tianxin, and the two of them leaned against each other, very close.

Yan Heng watched the two of them intimately leaning on each other, feeling a bit resentful that he wasn't that close to them. He threw the ball into the hoop with force.

"What's the matter?" Tianxin wanted to know anything related to Yan Heng as soon as she heard his name.

"I heard that in Yan Heng's freshman year, he beat someone up during a basketball game. It seems that someone had provoked him, and if the referee hadn't intervened, the person would have been in big trouble. But after that, Yan Heng never played basketball again," Zhu Ting said.

Tianxin didn't feel good hearing this. In her impression, Yan Heng would never be the kind of person who would bully someone without reason. He must have been provoked by that person. She knew nothing about his past, and what she saw was only the tip of the iceberg. Tianxin wasn't someone who pried into other people's secrets, but with Yan Heng, she wanted to know more.

Their class made many mistakes in the first half of the game, losing the ball to the opponent and making bad passes, leading to a large point difference. Yan Heng sat on the sidelines, watching the game. Class 7 played well, with someone leading the rhythm. The players in Class 5 were becoming anxious.

"It's certain that we'll lose like this," he walked over and said something to the referee, who called for a timeout. It was time for him to take over.

The members of Class Five gathered around, and Zhong You handed them water. Yan Heng comforted them, "I'll be playing next, so just do your best and focus."

Upon hearing the reassurance from their team leader, the five nodded. He seemed quite approachable.

The referee blew the whistle and the game resumed. With Yan Heng on the field, the score stabilized. Tianxin admired him even more as she watched the score gradually narrow. The applause and cheers on the field were deafening, especially the screams of the girls.

Yan Heng took a deep breath and kept exhaling. His chest felt tight, and he touched his heart. What's wrong with him? He shook off the messy thoughts in his head and focused on the ball.

"Your desk mate is amazing. He didn't earn the nickname 'City Grass' for nothing. If his grades remain as high as before, all the girls in the school will go crazy for him. He's like the male lead in a romantic novel," Zhu Ting said excitedly.

Tianxin's expression was solemn. She felt that something was off about him. Following Cheng Yugui, she had learned a little, and she felt that something was off.

Suddenly, there was a commotion nearby. Qi Yue had arrived, and he must have run down here as he was breathing heavily. He said something to the referee, and the game was immediately paused.

Yan Heng had just scored a goal when the game was stopped. Everyone was confused. Qi Yue grabbed Yan Heng by the arm and pulled him out of the field, walking towards the restroom.

Leaving the bewildered crowd, were they really going to fight like that? The scene was really eye-catching.

Curious onlookers followed them, but they were immediately kicked out of the restroom by Qi Yue.

"I'm going to let you win," he said.

"Just hold it in. If you can't, go to the teacher's restroom next door," Qi Yue was furious. What the hell was Yan Heng doing? It was driving him crazy.

"Go ahead and curse me. Don't get too angry," Yan Heng rubbed his temples. He was ready to be verbally abused by Qi Yue.

QiYue angrily replied, "Are you still concerned about your little life? Do you think that being obedient for a few days means you won't cause any trouble anymore? Do you have any memory at all? You can just have fun like usual, why are you still working so hard? Are you stupid or what? Will it kill you if Class 5 loses a game? Yan Heng, speak up! Don't just stand there like a mute!"

"Finished?" Yan Heng asked calmly. "Feeling better now? Let's go outside. The bathroom is not a place to discuss this. Do you believe that there are people listening at the walls outside? All kinds of rumors will spread once we leave First Middle School."

"Do you still care about rumors? Are you even listening to me seriously, Yan Heng? Do you still consider me as someone to be reckoned with?" Qi Yue was so angry that he could hardly speak. He wanted to beat Yan Heng to death. A gentleman settles disputes with words, not fists.

"I know what I am doing, big brother. Please talk to me calmly. I know what I am doing and there won't be any problems." Yan Heng wiped the sweat off his face with a tissue from his pocket. How could he forget about Qi Yue's grudge?

"You know what you are doing? Bullshit!..." Qi Yue continued to rage.

"The school's handsome guy needs to maintain his gentle and refined image, please be careful," Yan Heng interrupted, looking at Qi Yue who was still boiling with rage. "And, don't tell Jiang Tianxin about my business. If she asks, just make up a reason. I don't want her to know."