Chapter 51: Lun Sang High School (3)
With so many pairs of eyes watching from below the lectern, Ji Ning didn't dare move at all.
She watched Jiang Ting tease her while methodically writing out the steps to solve the problem on the blackboard. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and she also admired him quite a bit. A man who had already entered the working world in a past life could still do high school math.
Finishing the answer, Jiang Ting's dancing chalk stopped. He lowered his head and asked Ji Ning, "Know how to do it now?"
His question was low, half the sound held in his chest, making Ji Ning's ears itch. She nodded, wanting to hurry back to her seat.
Jiang Ting's objective had already been achieved. Not letting her go now would have just made it difficult for her. He took half a step back to put distance between them and said gently, "Go on back."
Ji Ning felt as if she'd been granted amnesty. She put back the chalk, clapped her hands clean, and stepped down from the lectern.
Jiang Ting lifted his eyelids to glance at her retreating figure, his mood lifting along with the lightness of her steps.
During the previous Chinese class, out of thirty-plus students in the class, no more than five had looked up at the teacher. But in this math class, the number of people paying attention was clearly much higher.
Of course, these people didn't care what Jiang Ting was saying; they were purely in it for the face.
Ji Ning and Jia Shuang, like copy and paste, cupped their chins in their hands and watched Jiang Ting lecture and write on the board, discussing his hands and his rear.
When she wasn't speaking, Ji Ning watched Jiang Ting's poised, unhurried demeanor in front of the blackboard, her heart quietly filling with admiration.
This was also the first time she had seen his serious side.
In the face of academics, Jiang Ting also had an extra touch of lively vitality compared to usual, turning his coldness into a kind of... rigor.
This different version of Jiang Ting stood sideways at the blackboard, looking down at his book and raising a hand to push up his glasses as he did so. The sunlight from outside the window shone on his shoulders, as if gilding the man.
In that very moment, looking up made fear transform into worship, and Ji Ning's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
Behind Ji Ning, Song Weiyang grew inexplicably agitated. He had been watching Ji Ning and noticed her gaze had lingered on Jiang Ting for too long.
It's said that looking at someone for more than thirty seconds means sparks have already started to fly. But how many thirty-second intervals had this been? The sparks flying off were almost enough to set his hair on fire.
He finally made it to the bell for the end of class. Jiang Ting didn't hold the lesson over, and the classmates poured out of the room in full force to head to the cafeteria for lunch.
Song Weiyang didn't move from his seat. He extended a long arm and hooked Ji Ning's little finger.
She turned her head to look at him. Her small face, framed by lazy curls, was pretty and bright. Her slightly parted lips were fresh and temptingly luscious, enough to make Song Weiyang's Adam's apple involuntarily bob.
"Wait, I have something to tell you."
Song Weiyang's deskmate whistled and walked over to Jia Shuang. "Come on, let's go eat first."
Jia Shuang furiously blinked hints at Ji Ning, then followed the boy away.
The classroom was soon left with only Ji Ning and Song Weiyang.
Song Weiyang leaned back on his long legs, balancing his chair on a single leg, swiveling it completely around. He then looked at Ji Ning and patted his thigh.
Ji Ning knew perfectly well that "something to tell her" just meant he wanted to be alone with her.
She pursed her lips in a smile, walked over to Song Weiyang, and sat sideways on his lap, her hands naturally looping around his shoulders.
Song Weiyang's amber eyes mirrored Ji Ning's face. It was as if his eyes could only see her, his gaze so direct it was almost unbearable.
He tilted his head up to kiss her. Ji Ning pulled back a little, just out of reach, teasing him.
After this repeated three times, Song Weiyang grew impatient. He reached out, placed a hand on the back of Ji Ning's head, and gently pressed down, capturing her lips to lick and suck, as if savoring a dessert he'd been longing for.
Getting carried away, Song Weiyang's right hand slipped in through the hem of Ji Ning's clothes, kneading her breast over her bra.
His kisses and touches felt so good. A soft whimper escaped from the corner of Ji Ning's lips. She pressed her waist down a little, leaning against his lower abdomen. Feeling the firm, warm muscles under his shirt, Ji Ning's body went slightly limp.
The scene of the two kissing by the window was purely beautiful with a hint of eroticism, as if the very air was filled with pink bubbles.
"Sorry, sorry! I came back to get something, I wasn't trying to peek! I'm leaving right now!"
A flustered, hurried apology interrupted the kiss. Ji Ning turned her head back. It was a female classmate with thick bangs and glasses, so plain it was hard to even make out her features.
Song Weiyang leaned back in his chair and glanced indifferently at the intruder. Considering his persona, he stretched out a leg and kicked the chair next to him, producing a harsh scraping sound to express his displeasure.
The female classmate flinched in fright, scurried to her seat to grab a book, turned to run, and left a trail of apologies in her wake.
Ji Ning looked at her retreating back, deep in thought. It wasn't that she minded the kiss being interrupted, but that this girl seemed utterly out of place with most of the class, the bookish type.
And her seat was in the first row, without a deskmate.
She seemed to be a special NPC.
Ji Ning turned her head back to see the desire in Song Weiyang's eyes had also dissipated.
He wrapped an arm around her and stood up. "Come on, let's follow and take a look."
Afterwards, the two of them arrived at the cafeteria and watched from a distance as the female classmate read a book while queuing for food, then later ate alone, isolated and by herself.
For now, she seemed to be a relatively reclusive person.
Just then, the two stir-fried dishes Song Weiyang had ordered were ready. Ji Ning followed him and their two deskmates to sit down and eat lunch together.
Jia Shuang stared at Ji Ning's face for a good while and laughed. "Ning-Ning, your makeup is smudged and your lipstick's all gone. Once we're done eating, hurry back to the dorm to touch up your makeup. The first class this afternoon is PE."
Touch up makeup for PE class?
Ji Ning found this strange but didn't dare ask.
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