After watching this movie, I'll never like you again, and I'll never be a lunatic again.

I'm serious.

—"Little Monster's Diary"

However, in Zhou Siyue's eyes, Ding Xian at this moment was like a lunatic. He twitched the corner of his mouth, his voice lazy and teasing: "I'm too lazy to bother with you. Just now, the class monitor came and asked me where you went?"

Didn't Liu Jiang go to pick up his child at this time?!

Liu Jiang was famously fond of calling parents. The thought of Ye Wanxian's face made her scalp tingle and her nerves tighten.

Ding Xian's heart instantly leaped to her throat, thumping wildly. Her tongue slightly tied: "Wh-wha... what did you say?"

Zhou Siyue was writing problems, he looked up at her, snickering: "With your guts, you still want to be rebellious?"

"Who's re... rebellious..." she muttered softly.

The young man raised an eyebrow, then said lazily: "I told him you went to the bathroom."

After speaking, he poked her forehead with his pen, not hard: "What good karma did you accumulate in your last life to be my deskmate?"

Ding Xian breathed a sigh of relief, putting her heart back in her chest. She smiled at him: "Thank you, Zhou Siyue."

Being called so formally all of a sudden. This made Zhou Siyue cast a slightly strange glance at her. The young girl dropped that sentence, then turned back briskly to flip through her homework, no longer looking at him.

This distant emotion made him unable to resist taking another look at Ding Xian.

As evening approached, the setting sun cast its last rays, slanting fully into the classroom windows. The girl's small shadow was illuminated by the light. The fine hairs on her head stood up slightly, swaying gently with the breeze.

She was actually very fair, but too thin. There wasn't much flesh on her, her figure was indeed lacking, with nothing particularly striking to observe. It seemed like he could lift her with one hand.

Actually, the two had met once when they were children.

Just as Ye Wanxian said, they slept in the same bed that night. But they were only four or five then? Or six or seven?

Zhou Siyue couldn't remember clearly. He only remembered that during that summer vacation, his grandparents took him to the countryside to stay. It was just when the flood warnings were out. His grandfather's house was flooded, the sheets and bedding were soaked, and the ground was muddy, making it uninhabitable. That's why they went to the Ding Family's house in the neighboring town for one night.

The Ding Family hadn't had their second child yet at that time. Their house was especially small, and the bed was small too. Ding Xian's bed was a folding bed less than 1.2 meters wide. Mother Ding asked him to squeeze in with Ding Xian, but he refused. A little man, how could he sleep in the same bed with a girl? He absolutely refused. In the end, his grandpa told Mother Ding: "Then let's arrange a child betrothal."

Zhou Zongtang was at the height of his influence then. Ye Wanxian had her own calculations and ambiguously agreed.

But Zhou Siyue still refused to get into bed. Finally, overcome with sleepiness, he fell asleep at the table. He was carried by Ye Wanxian to Ding Xian's bed. The little girl was sleeping soundly at the time, and a boy's body inexplicably appeared beside her, giving her quite a fright.

Ye Wanxian shushed her with a gesture.

Ding Xian resignedly looked at Zhou Siyue.

The boy was sleeping soundly. His skin was as white as porcelain, his eyelashes long and drooping, and his brows were always furrowed. The pale moonlight from outside the window, like a mother's hand, gently stroked the quietly sleeping boy on the bed.

Then...

'Perhaps it was because of the flood during the day...' Zhou Siyue wet the bed that night.

That was the first time he had wet the bed since he had grown up and become conscious. The boy sat up from the bed, his face flushed. He looked blankly at Ding Xian, then at the sheets beneath him.

Ding Xian held back her laughter.

Zhou Siyue picked up a pillow nearby and threw it over: "What are you laughing at?"

Ding Xian stopped laughing, thinking: 'This young master from the city really has a temper.'

The girl back then was much more playful and lively than she was now. She covered her mouth and laughed for a while, her small eyes twinkling as she said: "I'm going to tell Mama that you dirtied my sheets."

"You come back here." Young Master Zhou sat on the bed and threw another pillow.

Ding Xian ignored him and turned to open the door: "I'm going to tell Mama that you threw my pillow too."

Yanping Town was only a hundred li wide. The idlest people were Ye Wanxian and her group of women. When they had nothing to do, they liked to gather at the bridgehead or by the river and gossip about others. Just last time, they heard that so-and-so's child, already six years old, still wet the bed, and then a group of women surrounded them, cackling with laughter, shaking like flowers in the wind.

Boys at that age cared about their image. Before Ding Xian could open the door, he jumped off the bed and pulled her back. Ding Xian back then was actually quite well-proportioned, with a round face, very endearing. Especially when she smiled, her voice was light and ethereal like a little skylark.

The boy made a condition: "You help me wash the sheets, don't let your mom know. Next time you come to the city, I'll take you out to play."

Ding Xian blinked and said: "I won't go to the city anyway."

The boy had a 'you idiot' expression: "You'll have to come to the city to study, won't you? Are you going to stay in this small town your whole life?"

Ding Xian thought about it, and he was right. More friends meant more paths, so they happily made a deal.

When they met at the Zhou Residence before school started, Zhou Siyue always felt that this girl was coming to collect a debt.

But after so long since school began, she hadn't mentioned a word.

"Hey."

Zhou Siyue bent his index finger and tapped the corner of her desk.

Ding Xian looked up, gazing at him confusedly.

The young man retracted his hand, touched the tip of his nose, and lightly coughed, "Weekend..."

Ding Xian was even more puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Siyue returned to his indifferent demeanor: "Where do you want to go to play?"

"?????"

'You want to ask me out?'

'I gave up on you, and now you're not resigned?'

'Huh?'

Ding Xian stared wide-eyed in surprise: "What do you want?"

"Damn." Zhou Siyue flicked her forehead: "What kind of expression is that? Take it back."

Ding Xian put on a grandma-like smile. Forcing down the flutter in her heart: "Hmm, what can I do for you?"

Zhou Siyue scoffed. He leaned back lazily again, his arm resting on the back of the chair: "You just arrived, I'm just playing the host."

Ding Xian looked at him warily.

Zhou Siyue lost his patience. He tapped the desk with his hand: "Are you going or not?"

Ding Xian shook her head, then nodded a moment later.

"So, are you going or not?"

"..."

Zhou Siyue's eyebrow slightly raised.

Ding Xian lowered her eyes, 'Oh, I'll go.'

"Where to?"

Zhou Siyue glanced at her: "Where do you want to go?"

"Let's watch a movie. I've never seen a movie before." Ding Xian feigned ease, looking at him with curious eyes.

After watching this movie, I'll never like you again, and I'll never be a lunatic again. I'm serious.

Zhou Siyue was amused. He crossed his legs again, resuming his usual young master's posture. He curled his lips mockingly: "Alright then."

The dismissal bell rang. After the last class on Friday, students swarmed out of the classroom. Ding Xian sat on her chair, tidying her belongings. Yang Chunzi looked back at Ding Xian and said: "Ding Xian, let's stay today to finish the wall bulletin."

She nodded slightly, stuffing her backpack into the desk compartment.

Song Ziqi turned around: "Siyue, let's go play basketball. Jiang Chen is waiting at the door."

Zhou Siyue leaned casually on his chair. He lightly scratched his eyebrow, shed his slouched posture, stood up. He shoved his backpack into the desk compartment: "Let's go."

The two walked out, arm in arm. Song Ziqi glanced at Ding Xian, smiling slyly: "How about I also coax your deskmate today, and you let me have three more points?"

Outside the classroom, the dim, yellow diagonal shadows fell. The figures of the young men were continuously elongated.

Zhou Siyue walked with one hand in his pocket. As he walked, he used his other hand to ruffle Song Ziqi's back of the head. He pulled the person forward, suppressing a smile as he cursed: "Scram."

Jiang Chen was confused: "What three points?"

Song Ziqi explained with a smile: "Last time I made the Little Monster angry, and he insisted that I cheer her up. If I cheered her up, he'd give me three points."

Jiang Chen exclaimed in shock. He looked at Zhou Siyue in surprise: "No way? You gave in?"

Song Ziqi: "I did."

"Damn. Zhou Siyue, you're not serious, are you? You don't like a great beauty like Yi Jin, but you like that girl?"

Zhou Siyue kicked towards Jiang Chen: "Like hell."

The three young men jostled and laughed all the way to the sports field.

Kong Shadi turned back and said to Ding Xian: "Hey, Xianxian, want to come with me to watch them play basketball?"

Ding Xian: "I have to do the wall bulletin."

Kong Shadi showed a regretful expression: "Oh, what a pity. Well, I'm going. I need to keep an eye on things. Lately, a lot of girls have been crowding around to watch, you need to be careful!"

Ding Xian gave a forced smile: "Let them watch, what does it have to do with me?"

"Stubborn." Kong Shadi stroked her head and said: "But you know, I don't know why, I have a feeling that you'll be the one to finally get him."

As she said this, Kong Shadi deliberately looked at Yang Chunzi, who was getting a chalk box ahead. She continued: "I always feel like you have a certain strength about you, quite fierce."

Ding Xian was startled. Then she heard Kong Shadi, mysterious like an old witch, say: "Anyone who can test in from Yanping must be extraordinary. Xu Ke is one, and you are another."

Ding Xian swatted her hand away: "If there was a fortune-telling course in the college entrance exam, you'd get full marks. You're so superstitious, no one can beat you."

Kong Shadi said, "Oh. Don't disbelieve me, someone in my ancestry really did fortune-telling. When you have time, I'll take you to see them. I see a reddish glow on your forehead, little girl, you have some recent luck in romance."

'Luck in romance?'

'She was practically dying from this romantic entanglement.'

Ding Xian couldn't listen anymore and shooed her away.

Finally, only she, Yang Chunzi, and a propaganda committee member were left in the classroom.

The propaganda committee member was a boy wearing glasses. He was short and chubby, with a round, dull head. He only knew how to bury himself in solving problems.

Yang Chunzi took a box of chalk and walked up to her: "Let's start."

Yang Chunzi's voice was very gentle, soft and delicate, sounding especially comfortable.

Ding Xian nodded, walked up to her, and picked up a piece of chalk: "I'll draw this side first. Do we have an overall composition?"

"No, there's no time. Just improvise. You draw first, I'll go find some sentences about sportsmanship to copy." Yang Chunzi said, casually picking up a pen from Zhou Siyue's desk.

Ding Xian couldn't help but say: "Take mine. He doesn't like other people touching his things."

Yang Chunzi suddenly looked up at her for a second. Then she lowered her head again: "It's fine."

"Oh."