Chen Jinghua hadn’t expected that not even a day after changing seats, Bai Jiangxin would come looking for him on his own.

Bai Jiangxin didn’t say why—only that he wanted to change seats.

For no reason at all, Chen Jinghua obviously wouldn’t agree so easily, so he asked for the reason.

The moment the question left his mouth, he suddenly noticed a small, uneasy figure standing at the office door.

“Xiang Di? Do you need something?”

Hearing Xiang Di’s name, Bai Jiangxin’s eyelids twitched slightly as he turned around.

Xiang Di hurriedly shook her head. “No, no, nothing. I’m just walking around a bit, digesting dinner.” Then she darted off in a flash.

Chen Jinghua didn’t bother with her and continued asking Bai Jiangxin why he wanted to change seats.

Chen Jinghua even gave examples for him. “Like, say the other person keeps talking to you and disturbing your studies, or maybe they’re hyperactive and keep messing with you. You’ve got to give me a reason, right?”

Bai Jiangxin frowned.

How was he supposed to say this?

Over the course of the day, all those wild, free-associating bits of a girl’s chatter had filled his head. She’d be shocked because the English teacher actually wore a skirt she’d worn before to class today; she’d be happy because she got to eat a dish she liked at lunch; she’d complain because of a sudden downpour in the afternoon, lamenting that her little white shoes were going to get dirty again.

He was just doing his homework, yet she said she liked it best when her husband studied seriously—the deep brow bones and straight nose bridge, the way he held his pen, his long, beautiful fingers, the faintly raised veins and bones on the back of his hand, even his lowered eyelashes and the corners of his lips pressed together—all of it so handsome, so intoxicating. She liked it all so much.

【Like like like!! I like everything about my husband!!】

His fingertips lightly rubbed against the pen barrel as Bai Jiangxin closed his eyes helplessly.

Did she really like him that much?

That blatant, fervent inner confession left him not knowing what posture to use to keep writing. Once he thought about her watching him, no matter the posture, it felt awkward. Yet no matter how turbulent he felt inside, on the surface he could only pretend he hadn’t heard anything.

Like him if you like him, then. He’d just treat it as if there were a little sparrow sitting next to him, chirping away because it liked him.

What Bai Jiangxin truly couldn’t stand were those pornographic things in her head.

It had suddenly rained in the afternoon, and even by evening the classroom was still a bit stuffy. After dinner, coming back in from outside, Bai Jiangxin unbuttoned his school uniform jacket. He’d meant to get some air, when he suddenly heard her—who had been reciting English at her seat—say, what a sexy Adam’s apple, what a sexy Adam’s apple mole.

Even Bai Jiangxin himself often forgot that this mole existed, yet Xiang Di loved it to no end, thinking the position of this mole of his was simply exquisite.

If one had to say that Bai Jiangxin’s cool, aloof, otherworldly body had any flaw, then it could only be this mole.

The mole sat right at the protrusion of his Adam’s apple—simply the greatest work of art of the twenty-first century, the finishing touch that brought the dragon to life, the flower that made brocade even more splendid, the wings that made a tiger even more formidable.

【What corner-of-the-eye moles, tip-of-the-nose moles, ear-bone moles—every last one of them is weak as hell. I hereby unilaterally support this mole as the Jade Emperor Mole, build temples for it, offer incense, let ten thousand moles come to pay homage, greet the Mole Emperor, long live the Mole Emperor, long live long live long long live!】

Truly, the flood had washed over the Dragon King’s temple—these days, even a single mole could become an emperor.

As for that, Bai Jiangxin declined to comment. He silently zipped his school uniform back up, pulling the zipper all the way to the top, firmly covering his Adam’s apple—and decided that tomorrow he would wear a high-collared shirt under his uniform.

Once he dressed more tightly, she was indeed disappointed.

【Why did he zip it back up so quickly? I haven’t seen enough yet.】

But the very next second, she cheered up again.

【It’s fine. This means my husband observes male virtue, he’s a good man.】

【Other than me, no one is allowed to see my husband’s beautiful body. My husband’s body in this lifetime can only be seen by me alone!】

Bai Jiangxin silently ground his teeth.

A lecherous groundhog.

If others can’t see it, then in this lifetime you can forget about seeing it too.

He thought the whole mole matter would end there. She couldn’t see it anymore, so surely she’d finally behave herself.

However—

【I really want to kiss that sexy Adam’s apple mole of his.】

【If I can’t kiss this mole, then my looks, my figure, and some of my social etiquette—my fine virtues, my good personality, even my soul—will all be destroyed.】

“……”

Then be destroyed. Hurry up.

Bai Jiangxin said silently.

【Forget it. If I can’t kiss it in reality, fantasizing about it isn’t illegal, right?】

Bai Jiangxin’s eyes widened slightly.

Here it comes again.

That immersive sense of imagery came again. This time the perspective was no longer first-person, but more like a third-person view from an adult film. The frame zoomed in for a close-up of his Adam’s apple. Then he saw Xiang Di lean in and kiss it, lightly nibbling the protruding Adam’s apple with her teeth. Even that wasn’t enough for her—she actually stuck out a little bit of her tongue, wrapped it around it, slowly circling it, wetting it—and then Bai Jiangxin heard an indescribable, low, hoarse muffled groan escape from himself.

“Xiang—”

Before he could even get the word “Di” out, Xiang Di had already shot up from her seat, and it wasn’t clear who she was talking to.

“It’s so stuffy in the classroom. I’m going out to get some air.”

When she ran out of the classroom, Bai Jiangxin clearly saw her unnaturally flushed cheeks and her tightly bitten lips.

【No no no, kissing an Adam’s apple is way too explicit. I really can’t stay in the classroom anymore. I should go out and calm down first, and come back when the class bell rings.】

“……”

In her imagination, they’d already even had sex, yet now just kissing an Adam’s apple was too much for her.

If she had to fantasize, even if she fantasized about some relatively pure idol-drama-style plot, he would’ve endured it.

Bai Jiangxin only felt his temples pounding outward violently, no matter how hard he pressed down.

With no other choice, he could only come to the homeroom teacher and request a seat change.

But when the homeroom teacher asked him why he wanted to change seats, he couldn’t give a reason.

And he certainly couldn’t, just to change seats, forcibly describe a quiet, gentle girl as a mischievous little monkey—nor would the homeroom teacher believe it anyway.

“I’m not familiar with her. We have nothing to talk about,” Bai Jiangxin could only say.

Chen Jinghua said, “It’s precisely because you’re not familiar that it works. If I arranged someone you were familiar with, you’d be chatting nonstop all day—would you still be taking the college entrance exam then? Now you study your own, she studies hers, neither of you disturbs the other. Isn’t that perfect?”

Heh. Accompanying her in acting out porn in her head every day, this counts as not disturbing?

“I’m not suitable to be deskmates with her,” Bai Jiangxin said again.

Chen Jinghua: “Where are you two not suitable?”

Bai Jiangxin: “Everywhere.”

With a slightly probing tone, Chen Jinghua asked, “Bai Jiangxin, tell the teacher the truth—have you and Xiang Di had something happen between you recently?”

Bai Jiangxin said calmly, “Nothing happened between us.”

Chen Jinghua then turned his words back on him. “So you mean you and Xiang Di are neither familiar nor have any conflict at all. Then why do you still want to change seats?”

Bai Jiangxin lightly bit his lower lip and said, “She affects me.”

“How does she affect you? She’s such a quiet, well-mannered girl—she hasn’t provoked you or offended you in any way.” Chen Jinghua smiled and asked, “Or is it because she’s pretty, so she affects you?”

“It has nothing to do with her being pretty,” Bai Jiangxin said.

“Then what does it have to do with?”

“It has nothing to do with anything. We’re simply not suitable to be deskmates.”

After going around in circles for so long, it was like nothing had been said at all—he couldn’t coax a single useful sentence out of him. Chen Jinghua sighed and directly hinted.

“Actually, changing seats is a small matter. If you want to change, the teacher won’t forcefully refuse you,” Chen Jinghua said. “I’m also worried about delaying your studies. How about this—if there’s something hard to talk about, and you’re not comfortable telling the teacher directly, I’ll call Xiang Di over and let the two of you talk it out privately. If neither of you wants to be deskmates, then we’ll change.”