Chapter 109: Gao Jialan’s high school POV (Part 1) (2/2)

His expression looked like someone owed him six figures.

Gao Jialan finally remembered that he was the class’s troublemaker. He was one of the lowest ranking students and often came to class late and left early. Although they had been classmates for over a year and a half, she barely knew him.

What was his name? Oh yeah… Han something…. Wen Yihan…!

“Oh? You’re being punished too?!” Wen Yihan gave her a welcoming expression and drove the others away. He indicated for Gao Jialan to stand next to him.

Gao Jialan ignored his invitation and stood at the very end of the line.

Wen Yihan’s friends snickered at him and Wen Yihan knocked them against the head. Then, he carried his backpack and walked over to Gao Jialan’s side.

“You’re the person who lent me the pink umbrella, right?”

“Mm.” Gao Jialan abruptly replied. She thought rather highly of herself and didn’t want to associate with garbage like Wen Yihan. She didn’t want to waste another line of conversation on him.

“How did you get home last time? I had an umbrella but I was still drenched. Without an umbrella, weren’t you in a worse position than I was?” Wen Yihan wouldn’t give up and continued the conversation.

Gao Jialan was wondering if Wen Yihan lacked IQ. Why must he bring this up? Fine, she’ll go along with it. “Tell me, why didn’t I have an umbrella?! When are you returning it back to me?”

“Your umbrella was gloriously sacrificed in the rain…” Wen Yihan shook his head. “Don’t worry about it though. In a few days, I’ll give you money to buy a new one.”

It was merely an umbrella. Wen Yihan made it seem like it was such a valuable item.

“Forget it. I don’t need you to return it.”

“Speaking of which, where is your backpack?” It wasn’t until now that Gao Jialan realized every single person around her was holding a backpack above their heads.

Most likely, her teacher didn’t want her to suffer so she purposely let her off easily? Thinking of this, Gao Jialan felt lucky.

“You’re going to get in trouble. We might be bad students, but at least come to school with a backpack?!” All of a sudden, Wen Yihan was the one lecturing Gao Jialan instead. “If the teacher sees you without a backpack, he will increase the severity of your punishment.”

Then, Wen Yihan shoved his backpack towards Gao Jialan, “Use mine.”

“What?” That was ridiculous.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m used to getting in trouble with the teachers.” Wen Yihan was acting like a hero as he righteously declared.

So now, he was helping her? Gao Jialan’s eyes were open wide. After a few seconds, she snapped out of it and politely rejected Wen Yihan’s offer. “Keep the backpack for yourself… I’m fine without it.”

“Don’t worry about it. Last time, you lent me an umbrella. This time, I lent you my backpack. So now, we’re even.” Wen Yihan spoke as he placed the backpack above Gao Jialan’s head. “Just hold on. Don’t worry, I don’t have many books in my bag. It’s not that heavy.”

But the moment Wen Yihan released the backpack, Gao Jialan couldn’t hold it up. Her arms couldn’t handle such a heavy load and it immediately fell onto the ground. *bang*

What kind of backpack makes that type of noise? That was clearly the sound of metal?!

“Why are you so careless?” Wen Yihan picked up his backpack with ease and handed it to Gao Jialan again. This time, Gao Jialan wouldn’t accept.

“What did you put inside?” She blurted.

“Not much. I feel like books are too heavy, so I put two metal rods instead. A person in jianghu must be able to defend himself!”

Unbelievable! He resented the books for being heavy so he replaced them with two metal rods? They were definitely not from the same world. Gao Jialan gave up talking to Wen Yihan. Regardless of how he tried to continue the conversation, she ignored him.

Finally, the 3rd period was over and Gao Jialan had permission to return back to her class.

Gao Jialan breathed a sigh of relief. She no longer had to stand next to that weird guy. She didn’t want anything to do with him.

But fate was strange; the more you disliked something, the more it will appear.