Ever since the showdown with Zhao Jing, the last barrier between Zhu Yaya, Zhu Jianjun, and Zhao Jing had vanished. Sometimes, Zhu Yaya would suddenly feel as if she truly belonged to this world. The world before she transmigrated into the book felt like nothing more than a dream.
Yan Heng, Murong Beichen, Xu Chun, and the others had all entered their senior year of high school, so their academic workload should have been much heavier. However, those working part-time were still working part-time, those dating were still dating, and those trying to break up couples were still working hard at breaking up couples. It was as if they weren't in their senior year at all; it was completely different from the grueling senior year Zhu Yaya had experienced before transmigrating.
Gradually, the college entrance examination arrived alongside the chirping of cicadas.
The June sky was like a giant light-blue glass dome, enveloping everything in the world beneath it. Inside, the wind was stagnant, and there was not a single ripple in the air. The scorching sun baked the earth mercilessly, making it hot and stifling.
Today was the last day of Yan Heng's college entrance exams.
With fifteen minutes left until the exam ended, Zhu Yaya was already standing at the gates of Scott High School, holding a parasol. The thin, wispy bangs covering her forehead had turned into a barcode of sweaty strands. Bead-sized drops of sweat clung to her temples and slid down her face.
Zhu Yaya didn't even need to imagine to know how miserable she looked right now. It wasn't that there weren't other waiting parents, but they were all sitting in their respective luxury cars, enjoying the air conditioning and drinking iced beverages. It formed a stark contrast with Zhu Yaya, who was standing under the sun with an umbrella.
Zhu Yaya: ...Evil capitalists!
Zhu Yaya took out a few tissues from her canvas bag and wiped the sweat from her face.
The security guard standing at the gate couldn't stand watching her anymore. "Little girl, why don't you go sit in the nearby milk tea shop for a bit!"
Zhu Yaya smiled and thanked the security guard. "It's okay, I'll wait a little longer. He's coming out soon."
Zhu Yaya thought to herself that it should be about time!
Sure enough, just as Zhu Yaya expected, a moment later she saw a white figure running toward the school gate from a distance.
Yan Heng was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt today.
Zhu Yaya excitedly waved at the white figure. The figure ran even faster, getting closer and closer, and it was indeed Yan Heng.
Yan Heng was once again the first student to come out of the exam room.
"You've worked hard!" Zhu Yaya smiled, handing Yan Heng a bottle of mineral water.
Yan Heng panted slightly. He tucked his transparent pencil case under his arm, unscrewed the cap, but then brought the water bottle to Zhu Yaya's lips. "I'm not thirsty, you drink."
Zhu Yaya wanted to refuse, but Yan Heng pressed the mouth of the bottle against her lips, gesturing to feed her the water. Zhu Yaya helplessly took a sip.
After drinking, Zhu Yaya rolled her eyes at Yan Heng and muttered, "This was supposed to be water for you."
However, she never expected that the moment she finished speaking, Yan Heng would take the bottle she had just drank from, tilt his head back, and take a sip directly from the mouth of the bottle.
Zhu Yaya was dumbfounded.
"This, this water, I already drank from it," Zhu Yaya said weakly.
Don't you mind?
There's saliva on the rim!
God! Does this count as an indirect kiss?
Zhu Yaya's face was already red from the heat, but Yan Heng's action made it flush even deeper.
Yan Heng's expression remained as usual, completely deadpan.
He tilted his head slightly toward Zhu Yaya, his voice steady. "Is there a problem?"
Zhu Yaya: ...
"No problem. You keep drinking!" Zhu Yaya replied with a wooden face.
Yan Heng continued to tilt his head back to drink, and in a place Zhu Yaya couldn't see, a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes.
"Let's go!" After drinking half the bottle of water, Yan Heng closed the cap and took the umbrella from Zhu Yaya's hand.
