Wrong Love (1v1 High H) - C2

C2 I Suspect the Straight-A Student’s Eyes Are on the Soles of His Feet

After listening to Nuan Nuan ramble on for what felt like forever, Su Na finally got a chance to speak.

A little embarrassed, she said, “Nuan Nuan, could you help me give this letter to him?”

Nuan Nuan looked at Su Na’s shy expression and replied, “Nana, have you really thought this through? He’s a total bookworm. If you start dating him, it’ll be the dullest thing ever.”

Su Na immediately caught onto Nuan Nuan’s words and said, “Nuan Nuan, I’ve already decided. Please help me.”

Seeing that she was dead-set on this, Nuan Nuan didn’t try to talk her out of it anymore. Instead, she patted her shoulder boldly and said, “Alright, Nana, leave it to me. If that guy doesn’t appreciate it, watch how I deal with him.”

Just as their conversation ended, the class bell rang. Su Na glanced at her best friend in front of her and pinned all her hopes on that letter. “Nuan Nuan, I’ll go first then. Thank you, Nuan Nuan.”

“What’s there to thank? We’re besties, aren’t we? Alright, go on before you’re late.”

“Bye, Nuan Nuan.”

“Bye, Nana.”

Watching Nana’s figure gradually disappear as she jogged away, Nuan Nuan started heading back to class, stuffing Nana’s letter into the pocket of her school uniform along the way.

For the entire next period, Nuan Nuan didn’t take in a single word the teacher said. Resting her chin on her hand, her mind was full of thoughts about where to hang out and what to eat on Sunday.

She really, really hated studying. If it weren’t for compulsory high school education, she wouldn’t waste her time here at all. She just couldn’t understand why top students loved studying so much—acing every exam—and what was so fascinating about those boring books.

“Ugh…” She had just sighed when the bell rang for the end of class.

“Alright, that’s all for today. Finish this test paper during evening self-study and hand it in. Class monitor, pass these out now and collect them after evening self-study, then bring them to my office,” the teacher instructed before walking out with the textbook.

“Got it, teacher,” the class rep replied.

Heavens! More test papers again. She inwardly groaned—doing exercises was her worst nightmare.

And just like that, Nuan Nuan spent yet another day slumped over her desk.

When evening self-study ended, she packed her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and was just about to leave when she slipped her hand into her uniform pocket—only to touch something.

It hit her instantly—she had forgotten something.

“Oh no! The letter—Nana’s letter!”

She didn’t even know if that bookworm had left yet. Tightening her grip on her bag, she broke into a run straight toward Class 1, Grade 3.

It was after school, and the hallway was full of students.

After much effort, she finally reached his classroom—only to see that the so-called legendary bookworm was walking toward her, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his bag slung over one shoulder.

He was just about to pass her by when she bent forward, resting both hands on her knees to catch her breath. Then, pulling out one hand, she blocked his path at waist height.

“Wait—wait, um, wait!” she panted, one arm stretched out in front of him.