Chapter 30 (2/2)

the other was for Du Xue’s high school friend. Zhang Yang felt very strange as

every time, he sees Du Snow saving a seat for Lu Fei, but he actually has never

seen him come, at least, he hadn’t seen him in that week.

“Thank You, your cla.s.smate?” Zhang Yang sat down and asked,

“Why is it that I never seen him come?”

“He … … he doesn’t like reading books in the library … …” Du

Xue looked at the old maid sitting at the door, and whispered with her small

voice.

“And still you’re saving him a seat?”

“He said … he said … he might come back …” Du Xue’s face was

red, but Zhang Yang was accustomed to her blush so he wasn’t surprised.

“ … Might … come … …” Zhang Yang was suddenly speechless, it

seemed that Du Xue liked that person, otherwise, she wouldn’t have preserved

him a seat just with these words.

“Do you like him?” Zhang Yang lowered his voice. He felt

that the old maid was watching him but he didn’t want to be thrown out from the

library.

“No … no.” Du Xue suddenly panicked and became red.

“Oh …”

Zhang Yang was not a fool, naturally Du Xue liked Lu Fei.

He felt the old maid eye’s looking over him again, so Zhang

Yang did not dare to ask. The old woman do not always look scary but sometimes

her eyes looked as sharp as a knife and Zhang Yang was a little afraid of those

kind of eyes. Zhang had a strange but familiar, a kind of contradictory feeling

for this kind of vision as if he had already seen it before.

Soon, Zhang Yang was once again immersed in the vast world

of writing, his mind was travelling to the thousands years of history from top

to bottom. Zhang Yang had a very wonderful feeling, it seemed that a mysterious

force was waving him in but he was unable to find out the reason as the hint

was strange and elusive.

Time pa.s.sed quickly. Zhang Yang was too much invested in

reading that he didn’t notice that some person had sat beside Du Xue.

He didn’t even notice that the person had been looking at

him.

Zhang Yang had the book “The Art of War” in his hands. He

had been reading this book for a long time repeatedly for several times. He had

this feeling that this thin book seemed to hide a number of secrets inside, but

unfortunately even after reading the book for five times, he still couldn’t

find the reason which was responsible for that feeling. The book was a modern

version of ordinary printing and could find it on any big bookstores. There was

nothing that surprising between the lines of the book which made Zhang Yang

puzzled.

“Du Xue, are there any cakes? I’m hungry.”

Zhang Yang just stretched his hand without lifting his head,

it was his first time asking Du Xue for food.

He was sensing a different kind of feeling from this book “The

Art Of War”.  He had read almost every

word of the book several times, including the punctuation marks thoroughly.

Although Zhang Yang did not have any relation with the book,

somewhere it seemed that an invisible force was summoning him to stay, and

under the call of this force an unbearable hunger aroused which led Zhang Yang

to immediately think of Du Xue with the cake.

Silence

“Du …”

Zhang Yang looked up and immediately he shut his mouth

because he saw an evil little face. It was Lu Fei. Lu Fei was holding the cake

in his hands and seeing Zhang Yang looking at him, he bite a mouthful of the

cake with a faint smile on his face …….

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