When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 127: A Man’s Face Should Not Be Carelessly Touched

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: A Man’s Face Should Not Be Carelessly Touched

Composition had always been Pei Yan’s toughest challenge.

Jiang Shuyao had tried countless methods to improve his writing skills, but the effects were minimal.

In the end, they had no choice but to leave it up to fate and his spur-of-the-moment performance.

After the Chinese exam ended at noon, while heading back, Jiang Shuyao asked Pei Yan how he did in that test today.

The guy coldly snorted with a weary expression, "I only wrote half of it myself."

She frowned at him, not understanding what he meant.

Pei Yan exhaled a breath of stale air and explained, "For the reading comprehension earlier, I saw that someone else’s was really good."

So?

Jiang Shuyao incredulously widened her eyes, "You copied the paragraphs from the reading into your composition?"

No question mark needed; one look at her expression and he knew she guessed right without a doubt.

Jiang Shuyao felt a headache coming on, resignedly massaging her temples, "It’s not your fault."

Of course, she couldn’t blame herself either.

If there was anyone to blame, it was Uncle Pei’s overly powerful genes.

From Old Jiang, she knew that Uncle Pei’s compositions were also terrible back in school; his godmother, though a literary talent, unfortunately didn’t pass any of that to Pei Yan.

The final exams spanned two days, and Jiang Shuyao barely paid attention to her own results throughout, instead focusing greatly on and giving importance to Pei Yan’s performance in each subject.

She knew his goal was to receive the Improvement Award next semester, which required him to advance a hundred ranks in the final exam.

A hundred ranks was not an easy feat, but she still saw Pei Yan’s determination.

Setting aside the composition that he ended up copying from the reading due to a lack of ideas, for other subjects like math and English, he answered all foundational and giveaway questions correctly, justifying his efforts over the past month.

After the exams, the whole school officially entered winter break.

Results and rankings would be available after a week, with students accessing the academic system online to check on their own.

On the day of the break, Chen Jin and his gang acted like they went crazy: first speeding around Jinggang Circuit for a few laps, then driving to Jinsha Peninsula to find a place with hot springs and lodgings, playing all night long.

Jiang Shuyao sometimes found it difficult to understand certain behaviors of boys.

Could 3D gaming really be that addictive, making them skip both sleep and meals?

Could gaming extend a person’s life?

No, using Chen Jin’s justification, 3D gaming wasn’t just a simple game.

She asked, "If it’s not just a simple game, then what is it?"

The four of them tacitly remained silent.

From someone’s smirk, she sensed something unusual.

She smartly didn’t ask further.

Mumbling to herself, "A bunch of parasites."

On the evening the final exam results came out, Pei Yan was unusually obedient and stayed at home.

After dinner, Jiang Shuyao went to the study, turned on the computer, logged into the academic system interface, entered Pei Yan’s student ID, and hit enter.

She carefully reviewed his scores in each subject, which were as expected.

Then she checked the grade ranking details page; the names flicked by like a carousel until, at the 322nd position, she found Pei Yan.

322nd place.

An improvement of 99 ranks from the last time.

Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but smile; the guy was just a bit unlucky to miss it by that little.

Even so, looking back at his prior results, compared to them, his improvement in the last two months of this semester was incredibly vast.

The top rank in this grade was still Jiang Shuyao.

Lu Chen was only ten points behind her.

She wasn’t sure what to feel about that; when two tigers compete, neither yields, but she and Lu Chen matched each other in everything except, perhaps, mental resilience.

She had to admit, during the final sprint phase of the exams, Pei Yan gave her significant motivation and inspiration.

That fervor was something he had never experienced in his decade-long academic career.

It was as if there was a breath held in her heart, feeling that no matter what, she and he had to raise his grades and both had to get into the Capital.

Even if one attended an art school and the other a sports school.

As long as they were in the same city, she would be content.

When Jiang Shuyao sent a screenshot of the rankings, Pei Yan had just finished his bath and stepped out of the bathroom.

Water still dripped from his hair tips, and a dry towel hung over his shoulders. Without drying his hair first, he bent down to glance at his phone.

"Congratulations, congratulations, you’ve made significant progress this time, up by 99 ranks, great!"

The girl followed with a long row of thumbs-up emojis, her joy evident in her message.

Pei Yan tensely tugged at the corner of his lips and cursed softly.

Shit.

Just one rank short.

Missing out on the improvement award by a hair’s breadth was such a trivial matter that, under normal circumstances, Pei Yan wouldn’t have cared about it at all.

However, for some reason, this result clearly made him feel disappointed.

He wanted to receive the improvement award in front of all the teachers and students and tell everyone that he, Pei Yan, was improving in every aspect. He was no longer a maggot in a dung heap; he wanted to walk proudly into the campus alongside his princess.

Yet reality is cruel.

This feeling was exceedingly upsetting for Pei Yan.

As the New Year approached, Ms. Zhu was swamped with work in her department, while Old Jiang was unusually free.

Jiang Shuyao, bored these past few days, dragged Pei Yan along with her father to markets and supermarkets to shop for New Year goods. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Oh come on, it’s almost New Year; you could at least smile more."

Taking advantage of Old Jiang going to the garage to fetch his car, Jiang Shuyao playfully stretched out her hand and pinched the young boy’s face.

Pei Yan gave her a bland look and said with his eyes, "A man’s face is not to be touched casually."

"..."

Heh, who was it that used to shamelessly shove his face toward her to be hit?

Now it couldn’t casually be touched.

Men are as fickle as the sea.

Jiang Shuyao coldly chuckled, turned her head away, and didn’t look at him again.

The girl’s side profile was delicate and beautiful, her skin sunlit to a milky tenderness.

Pei Yan was uncertain whether she was genuinely angry or just pretending.

After a standoff lasting about ten seconds, he lightly said, "I meant others. My face, you can touch whenever you want."

Jiang Shuyao kicked the pebble under her foot, still with her back to him, a hint of a stifled smile on her face.

The person behind couldn’t see her expression, so he patiently waited.

He waited and waited, but she still didn’t turn back.

Running out of patience, Pei Yan grasped her shoulder firmly, forcefully pulling her towards him and commanding in a deep voice, "My face is right here, touch it now."

Was this guy trying to infuriate and then amuse her to death?

In the garage, bright lights shone as Jiang Shuyao ruthlessly shrugged off the hand on her shoulder, tilted her head up, and smirked, "Sorry your highness, but I suddenly lost interest in your face, maybe some other time."

As her words fell, a black SUV had already swiped past the barrier.

Jiang Shuyao timed it perfectly, giving an innocent look to the person beside her, then walked straight to the passenger-side door.

Her happiness lasted no more than two seconds before Jiang Tingsong turned his head and told her, "Yaoyao, sit in the back, I’ve got some groceries in the front seat."

"..."

Jiang Shuyao was somewhat unwilling, "Am I too thin to sit there?"

Her soulful inquiry forced Jiang Tingsong to confront the issue.

He frowned, "Have you noticed you’ve lost weight? The month your mom and I were away on a business trip, you must not have eaten well at home."