C22 What a Cat I'm Gonna Hit the Cuddle

Qin Yuan still ignored Su Yao. He walked to his seat and sat down. His delicate chin rested on his long and powerful arm. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the emotions in his pale eyes.

Her soft lips were like the petals of a rose, lightly pursed, and her entire body emitted a low pressure.

It was clear that Qin Yuan was unhappy.

Su Yao also saw this. He poked Qin Yuan's arm with a finger, "Are you unhappy?"

The surrounding students paused for a moment. They pretended to be reading a book, but in reality, they had already pricked up their ears and were ready to eavesdrop.

Qin Yuan turned his head slowly and glanced at him, then snorted lightly, "Hmph."

Su Yao: "..."

What does that mean?

Humph my ass!

If it wasn't for him being the target of this mission …

Qin Yuan was in an even worse mood now that the teenager beside him was gone.

He was lying on the table, expressionless.

"If you continue like this, I'll ignore you in the future." Su Yao decided to use his trump card.

However, it was useless against Qin Yuan, the extremely proud and coquettish guy.

Seeing this, Su Yao let out a "hmph" and didn't bother with Qin Yuan anymore.

He took out a piece of paper, used a pen to draw a version of Qin Yuan's version Q, and then poked it a few times with a pen.

This guy, Qin Yuan, would be brilliant if he was given a bit of sunshine. In the future, Qin Yuan would ignore him and see who consumed the energy more than who.

Qin Yuan felt even more wronged when he saw him ignore him.

"..."

The students in the class realized that something was wrong. Qin Yuan and Su Yao, who came to the school together this morning, suddenly shivered, not even sparing each other a glance. Their childish looks made them look like two kid s who were suddenly at loggerheads.

At lunch time, Su Yao went to the girls in his class after he finished his meal, "Can I sit here?"

"Sure, sit down." The girls agreed without hesitation.

Seeing that they agreed, Su Yao sat down and started a conversation.

Not long later, Su Yao started to chat happily with the girls.

Qin Yuan, who had just finished his meal and was about to find a seat, saw this annoying scene. Thinking back to what Su Yao had said before, he lost the mood to eat.

He directly poured out the food that wasn't even touched.

Su Yao seemed to have noticed something. He turned around and only saw the corner of Qin Yuan's clothes flashing past.

The girl at his table couldn't help but ask, "Su Yao, what's wrong?"

Su Yao shook his head with a smile. "Nothing."

"..."

Qin Yuan had been lying on the table sulking all afternoon.

Qin Yuan not attending class was already a daily occurrence, so the teachers did not pay attention to him either.

It wasn't until the second lesson that Su Yao noticed that something was off.

Qin Yuan was still in his original position and did not move at all. However, his face was unusually pale and there was even a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

His thin lips were pressed tightly together, and his bright-red lips were slightly pale.

The pained expression in her beautiful light eyes was quickly replaced.

Qin Yuan put one of his hands on his abdomen, but his pale face didn't have much of an expression on it.

Su Yao frowned and stretched out his right hand to cover his hand. The temperature burned the back of his cold hand.

Qin Yuan looked over and saw Su Yao's concerned eyes.

"Qin Yuan, what happened to you?"

"Gastric disease." Qin Yuan answered lightly.

Obviously, he had already gotten used to it.