My Years as the Pure Love Interest at the Noble Academy

Song Yi: "?"

What is this thing?

The system replied, [Literal meaning]

Hang Feng, however, looked at her thoughtfully and murmured softly, "Friends, huh?"

"Yeah," Song Yi nodded and asked him, "Isn't that what we are?"

Hang Feng didn't directly answer this question but said, "There's a convenience store at the next intersection. They have strawberry milk. Want to go and have some?"

Song Yi nodded and smiled, "Sure."

The two of them walked into the convenience store one after the other and stopped in front of the refrigerator.

It was already late autumn, and the air was chilly.

Hang Feng said, "Let's get the room temperature one."

Song Yi replied, "But I want the peach flavor."

The peach flavor had just been released a couple of days ago and was only available in the refrigerator.

Hang Feng took out a bottle of strawberry milk and a bottle of white peach milk from the refrigerator and then went to the cashier to pay.

As soon as they stepped out of the convenience store, Song Yi reached out to grab the white peach milk, but Hang Feng dodged.

Song Yi asked in confusion, "Isn't it for me?"

"Wait a moment," Hang Feng said, putting the strawberry milk in his pocket, holding the white peach milk in his left hand, and placing his other hand on Song Yi's shoulder, "Let's go."

Song Yi was inexplicably pushed forward by Hang Feng and kept looking back at the white peach milk he was holding, uncertainly asking, "Are you really, really, going to give it to me?"

"Of course," Hang Feng lowered his head and used his hand to warm the milk, trying to make it a bit warmer.

Although it was a drop in the bucket, it was better than nothing.

At the Song family's doorstep.

Song Yi took the white peach milk she had been longing for from Hang Feng's hand and waved to him, "See you tomorrow!"

"Okay," Hang Feng nodded and repeated, "See you tomorrow."

As Song Yi returned home, she opened the white peach milk and, while drinking it, questioned her system about what it had said earlier.

[In short, the blackening value is the likelihood of someone breaking the law and doing evil. When the blackening value is zero, that person won't do anything bad]

Song Yi bit the straw, "So, even if Hang Feng loves me to the point of obsession in the future, he won't imprison me like in the original plot?"

[You are indeed the most confident host I've ever had]

Song Yi: "……"

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

But according to the system, it can prove that her speculation was correct.

That's great.

Song Yi couldn't help but smile, stretching her arms. She hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

So, does that mean her life can finally continue like a normal person's?

[Not really! There is still mutual attraction between the host and the protagonist, and Mary Sue scenarios might still randomly drop~]

Song Yi: "……"

Oh, that's still a bit unlucky.

*

On the other side, at the Hang family's home.

Grandma looked at Hang Feng and said, "Xiao Feng, it's getting late. I can handle these vegetables myself. You should go to bed."

Hang Feng lowered his head and chopped vegetables with a knife, remaining silent.

Grandma noticed something was off and asked, "What's wrong? Is something bothering you?"

"Yeah," Hang Feng put down the knife and stared at the vegetables on the cutting board, hesitating for a long time before speaking.

"He's sick, dying."

"Clang——"

A metal basin fell from Grandma's hand, spilling the mixed sauce on the floor, but no one cared about it at the moment.

Grandma leaned on the table, her voice trembling as she asked, "Why... why?"

"Cancer," Hang Feng replied and then paused, softly adding, "Or maybe it's retribution."

"I see," Grandma said and didn't ask further, forcing a smile despite her red eyes, "Xiao Feng, go to bed now."

"Okay," Hang Feng bent down to pick up the basin and cleaned the floor, then went to his room.

That night, in the living room.

Behind a closed door, Hang Feng heard Grandma's sobs and reached for the doorknob to open it.

The door opened, but Grandma was sitting with her back to him, holding an old photo album, unaware of Hang Feng's presence.

Then Hang Feng heard Grandma talking to the photo of Xu Yuanguo.

"Why... why..."

"Mom won't go see you, because Mom has to be worthy of Little Ran."

"Mom will raise Xiao Feng to be a man, and I will spend my whole life with Xiao Feng..."

The teenager leaned against the door, his eyes red.

After a while, he silently stepped back and closed the door again.

The next morning.

Hang Feng appeared at the door of Class A again, participating in the upcoming exams as usual.

His appearance naturally sparked some discussion.

Shen Yujing stuck his head in from the window of Class A, "Please be quiet, don't disturb our classmates' review."

Everyone in Class A: "……?"

They were the top class, weren't they? What was there to review for a bunch of rich slackers from Class B!

Jiang Yiheng's calm voice then rang out, "The exam is about to start. Anyone caught whispering will be investigated for cheating."

No one wanted to get into unnecessary trouble, so Class A immediately fell silent.

Hang Feng looked up at Jiang Yiheng's back and then at the white peach soft candy in the upper left corner, which Song Yi had given him.

Soon the exam began, the papers were distributed, and Hang Feng picked up his pen to fill in the answers.

By the afternoon, all the exams were over.

Murong Huan suggested that everyone go to the school gate to celebrate with a meal. Those who came included Quan Le, Shen Yujing, and Song Yi, plus Hang Feng, who was dragged along by Song Yi and Shen Yujing.

Murong Huan laughed heartily, "I didn't expect that our grade trip team would be complete again!"

Quan Le also directly extended his hand to Hang Feng, "Welcome to our group. Besides me, Jiang Yiheng, and Song Yi, there's another smart person here now."

Murong Huan & Shen Yujing: "?"

Quan Le then received a beating and begged for mercy before it stopped.

Hang Feng's discomfort and tension before being dragged over were alleviated by Murong Huan and Quan Le's enthusiasm. These people didn't seem to be annoying at all.

Song Yi asked, "By the way, where's Jiang Yiheng?"

"He said there was something to deal with at the student council," Quan Le said, taking out a card from his pocket and said mysteriously, "But this is Jiang Yiheng's card. He said to spend it freely!"

Shen Yujing clearly wanted to take advantage of Jiang Yiheng and directly said, "What's the most expensive thing around here?"

Song Yi suggested, "How about buying a store?"

Murong Huan: "Buy two!"

Quan Le rolled his eyes at the sky and then handed the decision-making power to Hang Feng, directly asking, "Newcomer, what do you want to eat?"

"How can you talk like that? He has a name, you know?" Shen Yujing lectured Quan Le, then also looked at Hang Feng, "Little brother, tell your big brother what you want to eat."

Hang Feng: "……"

He retracted what he said earlier.

In the end, the group went to a newly opened hot pot restaurant nearby. During the time they ordered, the Saint Slee forum was flooded with new posts.

The new hot topic replacing Hang Feng's background was Lu Qingqing's transfer, reportedly with her mother leaving the city.

However, everyone chose to avoid discussing this topic, as the incident had already ended.

Murong Huan asked, "By the way, Yi Yi, how do you think you did on the exam?"

Song Yi had already estimated her score. The math paper went smoothly this time, and based on the last exam, she should be able to rank in the top three.

But one shouldn't be too proud; it would be embarrassing if she got it wrong.

So Song Yi said, "I think I improved a bit from last time."

The next day at noon, the exam results were out.

Seeing her name written after the grade one ranking, Song Yi: "?"

Quan Le stood beside Song Yi with his arms crossed, looking disdainful, "I didn't expect you to be such a person."

Clearly, she had reviewed and prepared so thoroughly that she had regained her position as the top student, yet she was still modest yesterday?

Wasn't that fake?

Too fake! Too fake!

Song Yi explained, "No, no, I really didn't expect..."

"Stop talking, I'm unilaterally breaking up with you for five minutes," Quan Le said, clutching his chest as he stared at his ranking of 29, feeling a deep sense of regret.

Just a little more, and he would have been kicked out of Class A!

Song Yi glanced at the class ranking list. Due to missing a Chinese exam, Hang Feng's score was now completely disconnected from the rest of the class.

In other words, he was leaving Class A.

Song Yi returned to her seat, pursed her lips, and comforted Hang Feng, "It's okay, you'll be back next semester after the final exams."

"Yeah," Hang Feng nodded, packing up his things, then looked at Song Yi, "Congratulations, you're back at the top of the grade."

At this, Song Yi pursed her lips, "If it weren't for your tutoring in math, I wouldn't have caught up with Jiang Yiheng so quickly."

"First, congratulations, but second, I must tell you that this math test wasn't particularly difficult, so the score gap didn't widen," Hang Feng continued packing, "So don't be complacent just because you got first place. You'll have to maintain this score when I come back next time."

"Okay," Song Yi obediently nodded, then gave him a faint smile, "I'll work hard and keep the first place for you to return."

Hang Feng avoided Song Yi's gaze, picked up his backpack, and before leaving, he awkwardly threw out a sentence, "Stop smiling, it's ugly."

Song Yi: "?"

Look at him! Is that even human language?

The seat change took place before the afternoon class. When she sat down in front of the seat marked with the number "1," Song Yi looked at her new desk mate.

Oh, not really new.

Jiang Yiheng glanced at her and then handed over a math paper.

Song Yi: "?"

Seeing Song Yi's bewildered expression, Jiang Yiheng's voice was calm, "Finish it this afternoon."

Song Yi: "??"

Jiang Yiheng turned his head and added, "I hope you're qualified to be my long-term competitor."

Song Yi: "???"

So provocative, really so arrogant!

So Song Yi took the math paper, let's do it! Who's afraid of whom!

Meanwhile, the forum was buzzing with discussions about this month's exam results.

Song Yi had reclaimed the throne of the top student in the grade, sparking countless discussions.

[The monthly exam results are out! Song Yi is the top student in the grade!]

2L: Expected, Song Yi didn't perform well last time due to her condition.

6L: Jiang Yiheng second again? Shocked.

9L: This semester, Song Yi has already taken first place twice in three exams. It feels like Jiang Yiheng's title as a genius is in danger.

16L: Song Yi's total score is only three points higher than Jiang Yiheng's, that's a narrow win! Next time, who knows who will win?

19L: Three points are still points! One point in the college entrance exam can make a huge difference!

27L: Stop arguing, let's bet, who will be the top student in the final exam? Place your bets!

...

On the other side, Class B was also in an uproar.

After a hard-fought exam, Murong Huan and Shen Yujing jointly won the title of—

Class B's joint eighth from the bottom.

Their scores were surprisingly identical, with no clear winner.

At that moment, the door of Class B was pushed open, and Hang Feng walked in with a backpack in one hand, seeing this scene.

Shen Yujing and Murong Huan were still arguing, each convinced of their own intelligence.

Seeing their pitiful scores, Hang Feng could only admire their confidence.

When Hang Feng arrived, Shen Yujing stopped arguing with Murong Huan and leaned over, "Did you come to Class B this time?"

"Yeah," Hang Feng nodded.

Murong Huan sneered, "He scored higher than you even with one subject missing."

Shen Yujing responded to Murong Huan with three words, "You too."

Murong Huan: "……"

Ahhhhh, so annoying!

*

With only one month left until the end of the first semester of senior year, the real college entrance exam pressure was about to begin.

The homeroom teacher stood on the podium, first analyzing the situation of this exam, and then suggested that students who felt they didn't have enough time should apply to stay in school dormitories next semester.

As a top-tier private academy, the accommodation conditions at Saint Slee were comparable to a hotel, with options for single rooms and two-bedroom, one-living room suites for two people to share, each with their own private room, and the fees were very reasonable.

Song Yi was tempted and decided to discuss the dormitory issue with her dad during the winter break.

Shen Yujing was also tempted because he felt that staying in school would mean not having to go home every day, which would make him much freer.

Shen Yujing didn't want to wait until next semester, so he brought up the matter with his mother that very night.

Of course, Shen Yujing phrased it more diplomatically.

The elegant lady on the sofa thought seriously for a moment, "You want to be independent?"

Shen Yujing nodded.

His mother pondered and asked, "Is it because that little girl last time thought you were too childish? Actually, I've mentioned it before, look how old you are..."

"No," Shen Yujing interrupted his mother, "It has nothing to do with her, I just feel that I'm old enough to be independent. So I don't want to live with you anymore, I want to live..."

Before he could finish saying "dormitory," his mother interrupted him again.

His mother said, "I understand, go back to your room first, let me think about it."

The next morning.

Shen Yujing sat at the dining table, puzzled, and asked the butler, "Where's my mom?"

The butler respectfully replied, "Madam asked me to pass on a message to you."

Shen Yujing: "Hmm?"

The butler, looking very embarrassed, took out a megaphone from behind, "Excuse me, young master."

Shen Yujing: "???"

What's this about?

Then the butler raised the megaphone and started playing.

His mother's voice came out of the megaphone—

"Mom and Dad are going on a trip! Be a good boy and be independent at home! Goodbye!"