Chapter 78: Do You Like Messi?
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Damn, that change of expression was lightning fast—He Shi was stunned.
Luckily, Xu Xu wasn’t here at the moment. If he were in the classroom, he’d surely lose it.
Lu Yiqi also paused, standing awkwardly in place, unsure what to do, because that remark had been so obvious.
He Shi realized his brother Xu had a rival in love and grew anxious.
What should he do? Xu Xu wasn’t here, and what if Lu Yiqi got swept away by Yan Yi?
No, no, he had to come up with a way to help Xu Xu.
He Shi’s little brain spun for a moment before coming up with a clumsy plan to divert Yan Yi’s attention: “Superstar Yan, do you like soccer? Are you a Messi fan?”
Yan Yi: “???”
Lu Yiqi and Chen Ziyi: “???”
What on earth?
Are you a Messi fan?
Wasn’t this the corny line girls used to hit on guys they liked?
Why was He Shi using it too...
Lu Yiqi and Chen Ziyi, as if on cue, both thought of something they shouldn’t...
Yan Yi felt a wave of awkwardness and replied, “I don’t really play much soccer.”
“Oh.” He Shi pressed on, “That’s fine. Do you like Honor of Kings, then?”
“...I don’t have much time for games, but I’ve played it before.”
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“I see, well then…” He Shi kept chattering away.
The two of them exchanged a few more random lines.
Lu Yiqi and Chen Ziyi watched, feeling secondhand embarrassment.
Was this He Shi’s idea of forced small talk?
Couldn’t bear to look any longer.
Finally, Xie Xu returned.
He strolled lazily to his seat, raised his brows at Yan Yi, and said, “Yan, long time no see.”
Yan Yi nodded, “Long time no see.”
Xie Xu pointed calmly at the podium. “By the way, Yan, your seat’s been moved to the front—right there, next to the podium. He Shi thoughtfully moved your desk over already. That spot’s the best in the class, prime feng shui, top-notch for listening to lessons.”
Yan Yi: “...” Sure, top-notch.
He Shi wanted to applaud Xie Xu.
No one could rival his brother Xu’s flair.
He could even say things like “prime feng shui” and “top-notch listening experience” with a straight face.
After he finished, Xie Xu added warmly, “But Yan, if you don’t like it, feel free to pick any seat in the last row. It’s all He Shi’s fault for barging into our class—turned our even number of students into an odd one, so now you’re put out. But I know you’re good-looking and kind-hearted, Yan, so I’m sure you won’t blame me, your class monitor, for arranging things this way, right?”
He Shi was stunned.
When did his brother Xu evolve into such a master of subtle manipulation?
Is this love? It’s corrupting.
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Yan Yi: In my heart, I very much want to blame you.
But all I could say was, “Of course not. But perhaps that ‘prime spot’ by the podium should be left for someone more destined for it.”
“Alright, then I’ll have He Shi help you move your desk,” Xie Xu said, signaling to He Shi.
He Shi replied, “Got it. Where would you like to move your seat, Superstar Yan?”
“No need, I’ll do it myself.”
With that, Yan Yi walked up to the podium and moved his desk down by himself.
He paused beside Lu Yiqi. “Yiqi, may I move my seat behind you?”
“Uh, I guess—”
“No, you may not,” Xie Xu cut her off.
Lu Yiqi frowned. “What’s your problem?”
Xie Xu smiled at Lu Yiqi, then looked up at Yan Yi. “Here’s the thing, Yan—why don’t you move behind me instead? That way, you’ll be by the window, which is a better spot. If you sit behind Lu Yiqi, you might block some classmates’ way.”
Then why did you just say I could pick any seat...
Yan Yi’s answer came through gritted teeth: “...Fine.”