My Years as the Pure Love Interest at the Noble Academy

Shen Yujing was talking tough, but the moment Song Yi turned to head back to the classroom, he instantly sprang up from his chair and dashed back to Class B in a flash.

Quan Le, who was still holding his hands in the air as if pressing Shen Yujing down: "?"

So fast. No wonder he won first place in the long-distance race.

And the moment Song Yi returned to the classroom, Jiang Yiheng immediately averted his gaze, lowering his head to continue solving problems as if nothing had happened.

On the other hand, Hang Feng looked up at Song Yi, poking her shoulder with a pen and asking, "Why didn’t you accept that guy’s gift?"

Song Yi replied, "He wanted to be friends with me, but I don’t need more friends."

Jiang Yiheng calmly interjected, "I heard he was planning to confess to you."

Song Yi nodded, not closing the door completely, "Maybe. But I’m not interested anyway."

At this point, Hang Feng’s deskmate, a girl sitting at the center of the gossip, couldn’t resist joining the conversation. She asked, "Song Yi, don’t you like Shang Yi’s type?"

The question caught Song Yi off guard.

After thinking for a moment, she answered, "He’s my type, but that doesn’t mean I’ll like him."

The girl nodded, somewhat understanding but not daring to press further since she wasn’t very close with Song Yi.

Jiang Yiheng stood up, taking the stack of papers on his desk to the teacher’s office.

Meanwhile, Hang Feng turned his head, glancing at the seat by the window, where a plain-looking boy with glasses now sat.

Then, he slumped back on his desk to continue sleeping, perhaps trying to escape something.

*

The news of Shang Yi’s failed confession to Song Yi quickly spread on the forum.

【Shang Yi’s confession to Song Yi failed! I was there! I saw Song Yi return his gift, and Shang Yi’s face looked so awful.】

2nd floor: I was there too. I thought they got along pretty well before, so I thought Song Yi would say yes.

7th floor: Karma’s a thing. Finally, Shang Yi got rejected. Reminds me of that girl who cried so much after being rejected by him that she transferred schools…

16th floor: Hey, that wasn’t Shang Yi’s fault, right? If you don’t like someone, you should reject them. You can’t just string them along.

21st floor: Exactly, so Song Yi isn’t wrong either.

27th floor: Let’s be real, Shang Yi is good-looking, but it’s not surprising Song Yi isn’t interested. Just look at the people she’s surrounded by.

29th floor: Agreed.

31st floor: They’re always together. Are they secretly dating and just not public about it?

37th floor: Honestly, I have some tea about Song Yi’s love life, but I can’t guarantee it’s true. Anyone want to hear?

39th floor: Spill it! [Ears]

41st floor: I want to hear it too! Tell us!

46th floor: I’m the 37th-floor poster. I saw Song Yi coming to the boys’ dorm at night once. The second time, I couldn’t resist following her, and she went to Quan Le’s room in Class A.

49th floor: Wait, Quan Le? Are they dating?

53rd floor: Speaking of that, I remember seeing Quan Le waiting outside our girls’ dorm one night. I went out to buy snacks, and when I came back, Song Yi came downstairs. Quan Le handed her a bag, and they were chatting and laughing.

57th floor: That’s proof, right? That’s proof!

61st floor: Wow, so Song Yi likes Quan Le’s type?

67th floor: I heard from a friend in Class A that on Song Yi’s first day transferring here, she and Quan Le had some conflict. Quan Le seemed to target her back then!

71st floor: Enemies to lovers? From disdain to submission? That’s suddenly so intriguing!

77th floor: I’m shipping it! They’re such a good match!

…

Evening, dormitory.

Looking at the forum post, Shen Yujing expressionlessly turned to Quan Le, who was sitting next to him playing games.

This time, however, he chose to stay calm and didn’t go for Quan Le’s neck again. Instead, he handed him his phone.

Quan Le didn’t even look at it, saying, "What is it? Wait, let me finish this game first."

Shen Yujing didn’t respond, just silently stared at him.

A bad feeling crept into Quan Le’s heart. He glanced up at Shen Yujing, and his hands froze mid-game.

Shen Yujing didn’t say a word, but his expression seemed to scream: If you don’t look at this now, you won’t live to finish your game.

Quan Le quickly exited the game, tossed his phone aside, and took Shen Yujing’s phone. His face immediately stiffened.

He exclaimed, "What is this nonsense? It’s slander!"

Shen Yujing continued to stare at him without saying a word.

Quan Le, unnerved by the gaze, hurriedly explained, "You were there every time she came to our dorm! We were just doing homework together. Murong Huan was there too! And when I went to find her? Oh, that was because Murong Huan was feeling unwell and insisted on eating strawberry cake. Boys aren’t allowed in the girls’ dorm, so I bought it and asked Song Yi to deliver it for me!"

After his explanation, Quan Le felt even more wronged than Dou E.

What kind of improper relationship did he have with Song Yi? How did they suddenly end up with shippers? How terrifying!

Shen Yujing found Quan Le’s explanation somewhat acceptable, so he took his phone back and said, "Alright, go back to your game."

"Okay…"

Wait, okay?

Quan Le suddenly realized something was off. He looked at Shen Yujing suspiciously and asked, "You’ve been acting weird these past few days."

Shen Yujing’s heart skipped a beat, but he maintained a calm facade. "What do you mean I’ve been acting weird?"

"I can’t put my finger on it," Quan Le said, resting his chin on his hand. "It’s like ever since I called you that day and told you Shang Yi was going to…"

Shen Yujing: "!!!"

Shen Yujing immediately cut him off, "I haven’t even scolded you yet. The college entrance exam is just a few days away, and you’re still playing games? Don’t you want to get into Imperial Capital University?"

Quan Le, successfully distracted, replied, "I don’t want to."

Shen Yujing: "?"

Shen Yujing: "You ranked 15th in the last mock exam, right? If you’re not going to Imperial Capital University, where are you going? A University?"

"Not that either," Quan Le pursed his lips and looked seriously at Shen Yujing. "What do you think about me going to S University?"

"Are you insane?" Shen Yujing blurted out.

Although S University is one of the top five prestigious schools, Imperial Capital University and A University are the undisputed top two. Quan Le’s grades would be wasted at S University.

"But the major I like is at S University," Quan Le said, turning off his phone screen and sitting down at his desk. "Forget it, I should study."

Meanwhile, on the other side.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Song Yi was analyzing Murong Huan’s situation with a list of the most competitive schools and majors.

"I’ve told you, your goal is to aim for S University. Based on last year’s admissions, there are a few less competitive majors you can apply for. Once you’re in, you can figure out how to transfer to the major you really want. The most important thing is to get in first, so you have options."

Murong Huan nodded vigorously, showing she understood.

Song Yi patted her shoulder and said, "Alright, let’s get to work. After finishing three practice exams, we’ll go over yesterday’s mistakes! And your reading comprehension still has issues. As for English vocabulary, we’ll review it before bed…"

Murong Huan slowly raised her hands to cover her ears, staring at the ceiling, her mind filled with nothing but exhaustion.

But that’s just how it is. If you want to see results from your hard work, no one’s senior year is easy.

Time flew by, and before they knew it, the college entrance exam was approaching.

May 31st was the last day of classes at Saint Slee Academy. After this, the students would go home to study on their own.

In the afternoon, there was a class meeting, followed by an announcement over the loudspeaker for all senior classes to gather in the auditorium.

The 80-year-old principal stood on stage, for the first time without his usual passionate demeanor. Instead, he wiped away tears, repeatedly reminding them not to slack off and to do their best in the upcoming exams.

Sending off a graduating class every year was always the saddest part of the job.

Many students in the audience also began to cry.

Song Yi and Murong Huan leaned on each other. Song Yi’s eyes were red, while Murong Huan was already crying, her face a mess of tears and snot.

Quan Le sat on the other side, handing tissues to Murong Huan while muttering, "Is it really worth crying over? You girls cry way too easily."

"What do you know?" Murong Huan glared at Quan Le, then turned and clung to Song Yi's arm, continuing to cry. "I used to hate school so much. Every day, I would think about how I couldn’t wait to graduate. But ever since you came, Yi, I’ve found school so much more fun. Being with you every day made me so happy. The thought of not being able to see you every day after graduation makes me so sad, wuwuwu..."

Quan Le was even more confused. He interrupted, "What’s there to cry about? Song Yi is going to Imperial Capital University, and you’re going to S University. You’re literally just a street apart. It’s a ten-minute bike ride to see each other."

Song Yi: "..."

Well, he had a point.

Murong Huan, infuriated, reached out to pinch Quan Le. "Can’t you just shut up and let the moment be? Do you have to ruin everything?"

Seeing things were about to escalate, Song Yi quickly turned to Quan Le to change the subject. "Which school are you planning to go to?"

Quan Le paused, letting Murong Huan continue to bully him without retaliating, and instead fell into deep thought.

Murong Huan found this odd and asked, "Why are you so conflicted? Tell us, and maybe we can help you figure it out."

Quan Le shrugged. "What’s there to say? It’s not like I’ll be going to the same school as you anyway."

Murong Huan scoffed. "As if I care!"

And just like that, they were bickering again.

Song Yi: "..."

Well, it was the last day. She decided to let them be.

After the principal’s speech ended and the teachers announced the dismissal, everyone returned to their classrooms to pack up their things.

When Song Yi came out with her backpack, she saw Murong Huan, Shen Yujing, and Quan Le standing at the entrance, waiting for her. Even Jiang Yiheng, who had already left the classroom, was being held back by them.

Song Yi asked, "What are you all doing? Aren’t you going home?"

Murong Huan was still peeking around. "Where’s Hang Feng? We’ll talk once he comes out."

As soon as she finished speaking, Hang Feng emerged from Class A and stopped in his tracks when he saw the scene before him.

Hang Feng looked at Song Yi and asked, "What’s going on?"

Song Yi shook her head, equally clueless.

Murong Huan took a deep breath, rolled up a piece of A4 paper to act as a makeshift microphone, and began speaking with utmost seriousness.

"I, Murong Huan, on behalf of Quan Le and Shen Yujing, would like to sincerely thank you three top students for your tireless tutoring this semester."

Quan Le nodded, though a little embarrassed, and added, "I always thought my limit was barely staying in Class A. If it weren’t for you guys, I wouldn’t have been able to achieve the grades I have now."

Shen Yujing, on the other hand, turned his face away, muttering, "Although I think most of my improvement is because I’m naturally smart, I can’t deny that you three played a huge part in it."

Murong Huan’s hands pressed down on their necks, forcing them to bow together.

In the next moment, Murong Huan stepped forward and hugged Song Yi, her voice choked with emotion. "Yi, meeting you was the best thing that happened to me in my senior year. I want to be friends with you for life."

Song Yi hugged her back, her voice warm with laughter. "Me too."

In this touching and heartfelt moment, Shen Yujing and Jiang Yiheng exchanged awkward glances, while Quan Le and Hang Feng stared at each other in confusion. Finally—

Quan Le and Shen Yujing hugged each other.

Quan Le exclaimed, "Bro! You’re my bro for life!"

Shen Yujing declared, "We’ll never part!"

Jiang Yiheng and Hang Feng exchanged a look, their faces a mix of emotions too complicated to put into words.

Jiang Yiheng said, "Let’s go."

Hang Feng replied, "Alright."