I'm in Senior Year, and the System Says I'm Going on a Blind Date with My Childhood Sweetheart

Chapter 257: Chapter 161: Lao Yuan, What Does It Feel Like to Hold Hands?

Meanwhile, Li Zhi had stopped what she was doing.

The beautiful girl stretched lazily and then started watching Shen Yuan work on his problems.

He Zhiyu had wanted to turn around and chat for a bit, but the moment she saw Li Zhi, she immediately abandoned the idea.

Seeing the look in Li Zhi’s eyes, the little author knew something had definitely happened between those two.

At this thought, He Zhiyu couldn’t help but recall how Yang Ze and the others had taken Shen Yuan out to question him earlier.

The little author’s mind whirred, and she immediately wrote a note to her deskmate, Chen Mingyu.

This was the first time Chen Mingyu had ever seen someone pass a note during the break.

But after opening He Zhiyu’s note, Chen Mingyu understood.

This was definitely something that required a note.

After all, you couldn’t say it out loud with her childhood sweetheart sitting right there.

Chen Mingyu swiftly scribbled the words "held hands" and then added the time.

The moment she saw the words "held hands," He Zhiyu felt a jolt shoot up from her spine to the top of her skull.

The little author immediately pictured Li Zhi and Shen Yuan with their fingers laced together.

The childhood sweethearts holding hands on the way home, then holding hands at home, holding hands in the bedroom...

No, stop, she absolutely could not let her thoughts go any further.

Damn it, this was going to be the death of her.

But then, He Zhiyu realized a very serious problem.

Namely—it was impossible for Shen Yuan and Li Zhi to have progressed from exchanging meaningful glances straight to holding hands.

Even if they only held hands for a little while, who knew how long the two of them had been doing it in private?

Shen Yuan said two minutes, and you all just believed him?

Fools!

I bet they held hands all the way to school!

The little author had absolute faith in her own theory.

So, the question was, just how many things had happened between those two that she didn’t know about?

He Zhiyu sat bolt upright in her seat and buried her head in her pile of books.

"Fill in the gaps! Peipei said a qualified Sugar Text author needs a powerful imagination to deduce the answers they need from the tiniest of clues!"

The little author quickly began to sort through the information she had gathered.

She didn’t stop her mental gymnastics until the end of the second evening self-study session, when she felt the need to go to the restroom.

"Peipei, wanna go to the restroom?"

The words were barely out of He Zhiyu’s mouth when Zhuo Peipei stood up.

The moment they stepped out of the classroom, Zhuo Peipei asked, "What’s the intel?"

"They held hands."

Zhuo Peipei’s reaction was identical to He Zhiyu’s. An expression of disbelief instantly appeared on her face. "Huh?! For real?"

"Guaranteed. I just can’t figure out what they could have done to advance their relationship."

Given Li Zhi and Shen Yuan’s usual behavior, He Zhiyu and Zhuo Peipei would never in a million years have guessed that this ’rapid advancement’ in their relationship was, in part, due to Shen Yuan touching Li Zhi’s foot.

After He Zhiyu and Zhuo Peipei returned from the restroom, they saw a suspicious figure standing at the door of Class 15.

Zhuo Peipei immediately went forward. "Excuse me, can I help you? Are you looking for someone?"

The boy, startled by Zhuo Peipei’s question, pulled a cup of milk tea out from behind his back and hesitated before speaking.

"Um, senior, could you help me give this to Senior Li Zhi?"

Before Zhuo Peipei could say anything, He Zhiyu shot over from the side and shoved the milk tea back at him.

"Give her this? My ass! She already has a boyfriend, what are you trying to pull! Have you no shame!"

"Ah? Oh!"

Hearing He Zhiyu’s words, the boy immediately turned and left.

Watching his retreating back, He Zhiyu’s face was full of indignation.

"The nerve! Daring to break up my CP? You got a death wish or something?!"

There wasn’t a hint of a gossipy spectator on the little author’s face, only the fierce protectiveness one has for their own CP.

Zhuo Peipei looked at the fuming He Zhiyu beside her, hesitating. Should she tell her about the post she’d made on her QQ Zone about the confession wall entry for Li Zhi?

Would she be killed?

For a moment, the President panicked.

Damn it, I’ll delete that post as soon as I get home today!

He Zhiyu can absolutely never find out about this!

However, when He Zhiyu returned to the classroom, Zhuo Peipei knew things were bad.

"Zhizhi, a boy came to give you milk tea just now. I sent him packing."

As soon as she sat down, He Zhiyu boasted to Li Zhi, trying to take credit.

Hearing this, a trace of confusion appeared on Li Zhi’s face.

But the beautiful girl still subconsciously thanked He Zhiyu. "Thanks."

Shen Yuan was different. His gaze fell directly on Zhuo Peipei.

Seeing Shen Yuan’s serious expression, Zhuo Peipei immediately forced an awkward smile.

The President quickly made a gesture that meant, "I’ll delete it when I get home," and only then did Shen Yuan look away.

Zhuo Peipei let out a long sigh of relief.

She’d survived another day.