When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?

The message sank without a trace, just as he had expected.

Pei Yan's indifferent gaze drifted away from the screen as he picked up the soda in his hand. His slender fingers clasped the pull-tab and, with a "pop", he opened it.

His sexy Adam's apple bobbed twice as he casually, with one hand in his pocket, brought the soda to his lips.

His deep eyes swept carelessly over the surrounding corridor, locking onto a girl.

"Classmate, do me a favor."

The girl, who was called out, froze, and cautiously used her eyes to ask, "Are you talking to me?"

Pei Yan pointed to the milk tea placed at the corner of the escalator and gestured towards the class six classroom with his chin. "Take this and put it on the third seat from the wall."

Her face flushed, and once she regained her composure, she quickly nodded in agreement.

The boy's cool silhouette departed, and soon a group of girls came over, curiously asking what had happened.

The girl hemmed and hawed for a long time, and everyone gleaned the crucial information, their gazes lingering on the cup of mango pudding.

Compared to the quietness of the floor where classroom six was located, the bottom floor, two stories below, was filled with chaos.

And classroom two was the worst of it.

After dinner, behind the classroom became a private spot for a group of rich second-generation kids to play basketball and games.

Today was somewhat special, the rich kids didn't play basketball but instead crowded around a photo on a mobile phone.

In the group, the boy with dyed blonde hair was particularly lively as he stared at the photo and exclaimed in amazement, "Holy crap, she's so fairy-like and pure, how come I've never seen her before? Could she be a new transfer?"

Several heads shook simultaneously, indicating none had seen her before.

Considering the girl in the photo's appearance, she would be considered a school beauty at Yunzhong, it didn't make sense for her to be an unknown.

Blonde Hair was baffled, checked the time, and realizing it was getting late, they made plans to skip self-study tonight and go out. However, they were still missing one important person.

"Where's Brother Yan? He better not be standing us up."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a tall, casual figure appeared at the classroom door.

Blonde Hair chuckled and said, "Look, speak of the devil and the devil appears."

At that moment, the classroom fell silent.

The boy entered carrying a chill, his expression not looking too great. His hands buried in his pockets, the cuffs slightly rolled up revealing a section of his pale wrist, inexplicably lowering the temperature of the surrounding air.

Many girls sneakily shifted their gazes, yet they didn't dare to blatantly stare, seemingly a bit afraid of him.

However, the blonde-haired boy greeted Pei Yan familiarly and triumphantly placed the photo on the table, "Brother Yan, this girl is stunningly beautiful, take a look, she's totally your type."

Pei Yan didn't glance at the photo and lazily sank into his seat, his long legs carelessly bending, his feet resting on the seat of the boy in front.

The classmate sat frozen, not daring to make a sound, hurriedly burying his head to frantically work on his exercises, as if there was a flood or beast behind him.

The boy's side profile was lean and cold, his thin lips curved with nonchalance.

When he was silent, he looked unruly and wild. Yet every casual movement would often cause the girls in the classroom to blush and steal glances.

Pei Yan that year was defiant and arrogant, detested by all, yet with a face extremely handsome and a rich second-generation identity, he attracted a hoard of girls going through their adolescent phase.

Of course, these girls did not include the one upstairs, his childhood sweetheart.

Thinking of the scene in the corridor earlier, Pei Yan scoffed lightly.

Ha, growing bold, she actually dared to disdain him.

Blonde Hair noticed the boss's reaction and quickly changed his tone, probing, "Brother Yan, you really won't take a look?"

As the words fell, a kick landed hard on his rear.

"Get lost, I'm trying to think!"