One morning

Apart from classes.

All the students in the grade were exceptionally anxious, racking their brains to find out the rankings.

The answers on the test papers would no longer change.

But this ranking was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads.

(The phrase "sword of Damocles" refers to a situation where a looming threat of disaster hangs over someone, even while they are experiencing a period of happiness or good fortune.)

As long as it didn't fall for a day, the students' hearts would not be at peace for a day.

In an atmosphere of anxiety...

Lu Xing finally made it through the morning classes.

He was just about to leave.

His left hand was grabbed by Li Dachun, and his right hand was grabbed by Hu Zhongzhong.

Lu Xing: ???

No, bros.

Don't do this!

"What are you doing?"

"Let's go eat together!"

Li Dachun's and Hu Zhongzhong's replies were exceptionally uniform.

Lu Xing: ...

"No, no, I have something to do."

He still had to go to the piano room to find Xia Yeshuang!

Hu Zhongzhong saw that Lu Xing wanted to leave.

But he now really felt that Lu Xing had that certain something.

He wanted to talk more with Lu Xing about how on earth he had guessed that Wang Anxiang was not a good person.

So Hu Zhongzhong said with great understanding.

"Are you looking for Xia Yeshuang? It seems she hasn't come all morning."

Lu Xing shook his head.

"She's here."

Although Xia Yeshuang herself was not in the classroom, her favorite bag was placed conspicuously on her desk.

Not in the desk, but on the desk.

As a tsundere...

This was Xia Yeshuang's most obvious hint.

As a professional simp, if Lu Xing couldn't even see this, he could just pack up and get lost.

Hu Zhongzhong swallowed,

"No, bro, do you have to be a simp?"

If being Wei Qingyu's simp failed, do you have to go be Xia Yeshuang's simp?

Lu Xing chuckled.

"I have my own rhythm."

Watching Lu Xing's departing back...

Hu Zhongzhong: "Aren't you going to persuade your adoptive father?"

Li Dachun: "He has his own rhythm."

Hu Zhongzhong: "Lu Xing is about to be reeled in like a warped-mouth chub!"

Li Dachun: "He has his own rhythm."

Hu Zhongzhong: "Can you fucking say something else?"

Li Dachun: "You're also a simp."

Hu Zhongzhong: "...You cold and heartless person, I will never forgive you!"

...

Standing at the door of the piano room

Hearing the sound of a bamboo flute coming from inside, Lu Xing paused for a moment, took out his phone, and opened a music recognition app.

A moment later, the music recognition was complete.

Lu Xing looked at the background introduction of the piece on the encyclopedia and hissed.

"Little Goldie seems to be in a bad mood today..."

As a professional simp, providing emotional value to the client is their most important task.

Through Lu Xing's observation these days, the things that could make Xia Yeshuang unhappy were just a few.

"The eight-divorce family, playing the flute on the verge of a voice crack, Wei Qingyu looking very beautiful today."

Mm.

A very fixed and easy-to-understand golden-haired tsundere pattern.

Lu Xing leaned against the door of the piano room and began to think, which of these three things was it?

Two minutes later.

The sound of the instrument in the piano room stopped. Lu Xing stood up straight and knocked on the door.

"In."

After Nannan's warning, Lu Xing had immediately undergone emergency training these past few days.

Now, not only was his mouth smiling, but his eyes were definitely smiling too!

Hmph, hmph.

As expected of me!

If I don't improve, who will?!

Lu Xing walked into the piano room with a light and cheerful pace and carefully closed the door.

Xia Yeshuang stood by the window, the gentle breeze lifting strands of her golden hair. She was twirling a bamboo flute in her hand.

Mm.

Looks very expensive.

Not sure what Xia Yeshuang was angry about, and not being able to just leave her there, Lu Xing could only start a topic.

"Sister Xia, you can also play the flute!"

"So amazing!"

Xia Yeshuang let out a disdainful laugh and threw the flute in her hand to Lu Xing.

"What's so special about this."

"I can play many instruments."

OK!

We can talk!

Lu Xing walked to the corner, wiped the table, and took out the lunch box by box, asking as if in a casual chat.

"Then which instrument do you like the most, Sister Xia?"

Xia Yeshuang sneered. "The flute."

Lu Xing: "The flute is good, a traditional instrument. When you play it, there's a kind of..."

Xia Yeshuang stared at Lu Xing. "If someone says my performance is not good, I can use the flute to hit her head hard!"

Lu Xing: ...

Damn it.

Why is my head starting to hurt too?

So fierce!

Hitting an audience member's head with a flute?

How could you even think of that!

Lu Xing was truly impressed. He was now certain that it must be about the eight-divorce family.

Otherwise...

Why would Xia Yeshuang want to attack others?

Lu Xing feigned surprise and widened his eyes. That stupid and dazed look pleased Xia Yeshuang greatly.

The fire in Xia Yeshuang's heart was extinguished a little, but she still sat down at the table unhappily.

She took the food Lu Xing handed her and poked at the plump rice discontentedly, as if she were poking her enemy.

She didn't speak, and Lu Xing didn't speak either.

But a worried and troubled look hung on Lu Xing's face.

Xia Yeshuang was annoyed by his expression. "Why are you pulling a long face? Are you unhappy to see me?"

Lu Xing waved his hands in a panic.

"No, no. Sigh, my parents were fighting yesterday. I didn't get much rest. I'm sorry."

Some things, you can't ask.

If you ask, the client will feel uncomfortable.

So you can only guide.

Xia Yeshuang hadn't expected this reason. She instantly felt some empathy and sullenly put down her chopsticks.

"It's okay."

"My family is also fighting."

Lu Xing was very surprised. "Ah, what's wrong with your uncle and aunt?"

Xia Yeshuang sneered.

"It's not what's wrong with them. It's that woman my dad married who's always finding fault!"

When a woman complains to you about another woman, and you try to speak from an objective point of view...

Then congratulations, you're OUT!

Lu Xing said with righteous indignation, "She must be unhappy because she sees you're young and beautiful."

Xia Yeshuang said angrily.

"Do you know what she said? She actually said my current hair color will bring bad luck to the people around me!"

Lu Xing couldn't hold it in.

"It's fine. Just wear a pair of Nikes."

(TL: A pun. It means 'to bring bad luck' and is also the brand name for Nike in China.)

Fuck!

What kind of stupid dad joke is this? It's so unfunny, yet a little funny!

Xia Yeshuang glared at Lu Xing irritably, but she couldn't help but smile herself.

Lu Xing said with a laugh.

"You also know this kind of talk is ridiculous."

"If dyeing your hair gold could bring bad luck to people, then in a war, you could just send a group of golden-haired people to the battlefield."

"Hair dye is much cheaper than an aircraft carrier."

"Besides, if you care too much about what others say, you'll become their underpants."

Xia Yeshuang was listening and asked with confusion, "Why?"

"Like someone's underpants, you have to catch whatever fart they let out... oww, oww, oww!"

Xia Yeshuang slapped Lu Xing's hand and gave him a delicate, fierce glare.

"We're eating!"

Lu Xing raised his hands in surrender.

"My mistake, my mistake. I disturbed Sister Xia's dining pleasure. I deserve to die a thousand deaths."

Seeing Lu Xing like this, the anger in Xia Yeshuang's heart suddenly vanished. She let out a light snort.

"You're forgiven."

After a pause, seeing Lu Xing rubbing the back of his hand, she added.

"...Does it hurt a lot?"

...

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