Chapter 125: Coming to Deliver Their Own Heads

Immediately, Ganyan Yan scoffed at Luo Yixia. Luo Yixia, wearing a mask, sat aside, tapping her foot, waiting for the three of them to finish eating.

That afternoon, when she went to class, Luo Yixia found a box of 999 Cold Medicine placed on her desk.

"Tsk tsk, is love blooming everywhere?" Ganyan Yan teased leisurely.

"Go away," Luo Yixia glared at her but was puzzled—who else would buy cold medicine? She wasn’t sick herself. Oh, right, maybe someone was pretending to have a cold.

Luo Yixia asked around and finally heard from a girl, "I saw Fang Yu buying a box at the supermarket this morning, and he was on duty today." The girl was unsure.

Fang Yu was the class’s vice monitor, a quiet, bespectacled boy with good grades. Luo Yixia rarely interacted with him, but because Xu Jiayu was class president, she had spoken to him a few times. Still, she didn’t recall being close enough to receive cold medicine from him.

"Did Fang Yu give it to you?" Luo Yixia sat back at her desk, staring uncertainly at the medicine.

"Why don’t you just ask him yourself?" Ganyan Yan saw her hesitation.

"But he has no reason to buy medicine for me," Luo Yixia frowned.

"What else? Maybe he has a crush on you?" Ganyan Yan joked.

Unexpectedly, Luo Yixia reacted strongly, immediately rejecting the idea. "What are you talking about?"

Ganyan Yan was startled. "Why are you so worked up? I was just joking."

"Girl, do you know your words could cost me my life?" Luo Yixia leaned closer, speaking mysteriously.

Luo Yixia didn’t quite get it—what’s wrong with a joke?

She sighed, looking at her. "If he finds out, he’ll probably beat me up."

Now that she thought about it, that day in the cafeteria when Yu Bin joked about whether Song Chengyi was her boyfriend, sitting next to him, she genuinely felt the suffocating cold air, freezing and unbearable.

Luo Yixia quickly covered her mouth. "Xia Xia, pretend I didn’t say anything. I’m not ready to die yet."

They nodded at each other, sharing a glance. Ganyan Yan felt a deep sympathy.

Just as they were about to find Fang Yu, he followed the teacher into the classroom, sitting in the front row, making it impossible to pass notes.

Without any contact information, they decided to wait until class ended to ask him in person.

One class passed, and Luo Yixia dozed off, barely paying attention.

When she woke, class had already resumed. She looked at Ganyan Yan beside her, who was sleeping even more deeply.

Forget it; better wait until after school.

When the bell rang, Luo Yixia stood and went to find him.

But Fang Yu sat in the front row near the door, and Luo Yixia, in the back, found it incredibly difficult to squeeze through.

By the time she did, Fang Yu had already left.

She chased after him, but he had gone quite far, accompanied by another boy.

Calling his name, Fang Yu finally heard and stopped.

Song Chengyi came running up, panting.

"What’s up? Need something?" Fang Yu and his friend looked puzzled.

"I just wanted to ask—" Luo Yixia paused, thinking how awkward it would be if she was wrong.

Changing course, she said, "I heard you were on duty today. Do you know who put that box of cold medicine on my desk?"

Fang Yu glanced at the boy beside him; both shook their heads.

"I was on duty but didn’t notice," Fang Yu apologized.

"Oh, okay then, sorry to bother you," Luo Yixia smiled.

They nodded and left, leaving Luo Yixia standing there, confused.

It wasn’t him... He really seemed clueless. Then who could it be?

Annoyed, she shook her head. Forget it, if she didn’t know, she didn’t want to think about it. Maybe it was misplaced.

After the experiment class ended, Song Chengyi heard a familiar voice amid the crowd.

He looked toward the source and noticed his girl hurriedly chasing after a boy, though why was she wearing a mask?

From her strong voice, she didn’t sound sick.

Even with the mask, Song Chengyi could see from her curved brows and smiling eyes that she was happy.

The distance was too great for him to hear what was being said.

After the boy left, he stood still, watching her retreating back—reluctant to part, perhaps.

Song Chengyi noticed some girls nearby sneaking photos of him on their phones.

He had started walking in that direction but stopped, deciding to deal with her another time.

Ganyan Yan saw Luo Yixia return with a disappointed look.

"What’s wrong? Didn’t find anyone?"

"No, he said he didn’t know. Judging by his expression, he really didn’t," Luo Yixia returned to her seat, put the cold medicine in her drawer, grabbed some books, and left with Ganyan Yan.

That evening, Luo Yixia, feeling guilty, didn’t dare message or call Song Chengyi.

In the apartment, Song Chengyi grew even more irritable.

Was she planning to rebel?

In his mood, he didn’t even take the initiative to message her.

The next day, Luo Yixia noticed her acne had improved slightly.

She planned to wait until they matured more before squeezing them out.

But it was Friday.

Usually, she’d be excited on Fridays.

Today, however, she felt gloomy.

She couldn’t—or rather, didn’t dare—go home.

Sure enough, during class, she received a message from Zhou Yun asking if she and Song Chengyi would go home today.

Go? Or not?

Looking at her acne, she decided not to go.

She’d just stay and hang out with her roommates.

"Mom, I won’t be home this week. My roommates and I are getting along well and want to go out."

She quickly got a reply: "Be safe, and bring Chengyi with you."

Luo Yixia replied knowing that.

Once she closed her phone, she thought, how could she invite Song Chengyi? She was still avoiding him.

She spent the whole day half asleep in class.

Even though she wanted to study seriously, the sleepiness was overwhelming.

Still, Luo Yixia took notes and caught up on what she missed during previous naps.

Now she planned to review them gently every day.

Hopefully, she’d learn it.

But she really was avoiding Song Chengyi. Going now would be like walking into a trap.

But if she didn’t go, he’d come after her with a knife.

Arm in arm with Xu Jiayu and Ganyan Yan, Luo Yixia walked between them, laughing and chatting with Lin Ya beside her.

Seeing Song Chengyi standing before her, she broke out in a cold sweat.

"Song... Song Chengyi, what’s wrong?" Luo Yixia asked cautiously.

Why did he look so upset? Had she offended him somehow?

"I’m taking you home," Song Chengyi said flatly, but his gaze lacked the usual warmth, tinged with coldness and displeasure.

"I told my family I wouldn’t go back. I promised them I’d stay with my roommates this week and go out with them," Luo Yixia said, trying to stay calm and signaling to her friends for support.

Maybe frightened by Song Chengyi’s icy aura, none of the three spoke.

The two she was holding hands with immediately pulled away and stood far from her, making it clear they weren’t close.

Luo Yixia looked at them helplessly.

So heartless? Are these supposed to be her good friends?

"Senior Song, we’re pretty familiar with City A now. We can go shopping ourselves, no need to trouble Xia Xia," Lin Ya smiled at Song Chengyi.

"You’re not familiar. You’re not from City A, how could you be? Don’t be polite; I promised you, so I’ll accompany you," Luo Yixia said quickly, facing the three with her back to An Xun, winking at them.

The three stared at the ceiling, pretending not to see.

"It’s fine, we can go ourselves," Ganyan Yan chimed in.

Luo Yixia’s eyes widened. Lin Ya, Ganyan Yan, you two online buddies—remember when I brought you crayfish late at night? Remember sleeping together in class? Remember getting completely drunk together?

They both averted their eyes.

Finally, Luo Yixia looked at Xu Jiayu.

Xu Jiayu silently looked away.

Xia Xia, sorry, I’m still with the crowd. Also, Song Chengyi is too scary.

"Hmm?" Song Chengyi noticed Luo Yixia hesitating to turn around.

She forced a smile and looked at him.

"If you’re going out, I’ll bring Xia Xia to pick you up," Song Chengyi said to the three.

What?

No one reacted.

"I’ll take Xia Xia and leave first," Song Chengyi turned and ignored Luo Yixia.

After a few steps, he noticed Luo Yixia still standing motionless.

"Luo Yixia!" Song Chengyi called impatiently.

Luo Yixia’s heart trembled.

He usually called her Xia Xia unless he was angry.

"I’m coming," she said, knowing she couldn’t escape, pursing her lips and following, still greeting the three, "Remember to call me tomorrow."

She handed two books to Ganyan Yan and whispered beside her, "If you don’t come rescue me tomorrow, we’re done."

Luo Yixia kept some distance from Song Chengyi.

After all, they were still at school.

Though many had left to catch buses home, most out-of-town students had no way to go back.

Luo Yixia didn’t dare get too close.

Song Chengyi stopped every few steps.

Eventually, they kept about three meters between them, walking one after the other toward the school’s exit.