When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 64 - 0: The Standard of a Quality Boyfriend

Time was short, so the two of them went to the shop to buy some bread before heading straight to the classroom. The first self-study period was supervised by the homeroom teacher, and just minutes after class began, a girl came to the door looking for Jiang Shuyao.

Yu Zhengqing took off his glasses and paced out to ask the girl, "Which class are you from?"

The girl politely answered, "Teacher, I’m from Class 2. I have something to give to Jiang Shuyao. Could you let her come out and get it?"

Class 2?

Yu Zhengqing’s gaze dropped to see that the girl was holding a bag of snacks and frowned, "Eating snacks is not allowed during class. Give it to her after school."

Sure enough, a crafty old fox.

Pei Yan sure had him pegged.

After a moment of contemplation, the girl said with a helpless expression, "Teacher, Jiang Shuyao skipped dinner to explain a problem to me this afternoon, and I felt really bad about it, so I bought some food to give to her. If she doesn’t eat, she will definitely be hungry, and how can she work on problems with an empty stomach? What if she gets a stomach sickness that affects her next exam?"

When Yu Zhengqing heard that Jiang Shuyao hadn’t eaten dinner, his expression immediately softened.

Standing at the door, he cleared his throat, "Give me the food, and I’ll hand it to her."

"Okay, thank you, teacher."

Mission accomplished, the girl did not linger and hurried back to her own class.

Yu Zhengqing weighed the bag in his hand; it was somewhat heavy, filled with quite a lot of food, showing sincere intention.

What surprised him, however, was that the female student had been methodical, respectful, and understood gratitude.

...Are you sure she’s from Class 2?

A few minutes later, everyone’s gaze followed the homeroom teacher’s steps to Jiang Shuyao’s seat.

Yu Zhengqing bent down to place the bag at the girl’s feet, his face full of satisfaction as he spoke, "This is a thank-you gift from a Class 2 student. You should continue to foster this spirit and lead by example for the betterment of everyone."

"?"

Jiang Shuyao was utterly confused.

Only when her gaze fell on the bag on the ground did she belatedly realize what had happened.

Chocolate, milk tea, cookies, and her all-time favorite 85°C mousse cake.

That jerk really was...

She was both annoyed and amused. If that guy put this much effort into his studies, why would he always be at the bottom of the class every time?

Even Mr. Yu, a man so sharp, had been fooled. It really wasn’t easy.

Jiang Shuyao didn’t outright deny it; she just smiled and continued to work on problems. Inside, she felt tremendously remorseful.

She wasn’t used to lying in front of her teachers, but today, because of that guy, she had broken her own bottom line twice in a row.

And she had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time.

After class, Tang Xing immediately came over with stars in her eyes. "Yaoyao, while I can’t stand Pei Yan, I have to say that as a childhood friend, he really is so, so, so devoted."

In her limited understanding, Boss Pei had rejected countless girls and always showed a cold front to others, whether harsh or shadowy.

But in front of Yaoyao, he seemed like a transformed person.

If someone bullied Yaoyao, he’d gallantly shield her.

When Yaoyao was hungry, he’d send warmth in minutes.

In PE class, when playing volleyball, he gave up without second thought just to make Yaoyao happy.

These spontaneous acts were the exact definition of an excellent boyfriend.

Er, Tang Xing shook her head.

I digress. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

That girl’s rich inner world was something Jiang Shuyao couldn’t see through. She reached out and pinched her soft cheek. "Don’t be envious. His concern for me is real, but wanting to infuriate me is also real. Remember, appearances can be deceiving."

Appearences can be deceiving—she knew that.

Tang Xing blinked and declared, "The above conclusion is the result of my soul-striking observation, not superficial at all."

Jiang Shuyao: "..."