Chapter 311 - 179: Making Ah Jie Write a Secret Crush Sugar Text (2)
The moment Sun Xiansheng broke free from Yang Ze and Chen Mingyu, he immediately spoke.
This time, Yang Ze and Chen Mingyu didn’t stop Sun Xiansheng.
Because deep down, they actually thought the same thing.
Hearing Sun Xiansheng’s words, Zhou Shaojie’s heart froze for a moment. But before he could even form a thought, his gaze involuntarily fell upon Shen Yuan.
"Yuan, what do you think?"
Shen Yuan smiled and nodded, his tone calm as he said, "That’s certainly one option, but it’s far from your only one."
Zhou Shaojie’s eyes immediately lit up. He looked at Shen Yuan expectantly and asked eagerly, "So you have another way? Tell me, quick!"
The corner of Shen Yuan’s mouth quirked into a sly smile. He deliberately kept him in suspense. "You really want to know?" he asked.
Under Zhou Shaojie’s eager gaze, Shen Yuan finally cleared his throat and slowly offered his suggestion. "It’s simple, really. Since she likes to read Sugar Text..."
As Zhou Shaojie took in Shen Yuan’s confident expression, the rest of the suggestion followed.
"Then you write it for her!"
The scene froze instantly.
The expectant look on Zhou Shaojie’s face seemed to freeze over, replaced by utter, disbelieving stiffness.
"Holy shit! Yuan! You’re a fucking genius!" Yang Ze slammed a hand on the railing and jumped up, instinctively holding down Sun Xiansheng, who was about to start hopping again.
Teacher Hou’s face was a picture of pure, unadulterated excitement, completely stunned by this masterstroke.
"Write... write Sugar Text?!" Chen Mingyu gasped, repeating the words subconsciously.
Then, a shocked voice came from Chen Mingyu’s mouth. "Fuck, you can do that?"
He couldn’t even stop himself from clapping twice for Shen Yuan. "Brilliant. Fucking brilliant!"
Sun Xiansheng’s reaction was the most intense. With Yang Ze holding him by the shoulders, he couldn’t break free, and his voice even cracked from his suppressed excitement.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! You’re the man, Shen Yuan! Jie! Jie! Write! Go on, write! You’ve seen the stuff on the confession wall, right? Just copy that style and write a whole piece for her! It’s a double whammy! This strategy is unbeatable!"
For a moment, the small corner was filled with the boys’ amazed cries of "Holy shit," "Awesome," and "Genius."
The others were all stunned with admiration, but making Zhou Shaojie write Sugar Text?!
Shen Yuan looked at Zhou Shaojie’s world-is-ending expression and nodded with satisfaction. "Jie, isn’t Sugar Text her favorite thing? Sure, she reads Sugar Text written by others, but could any of it possibly be sweeter than one written by you?"
"Just think about it," Shen Yuan continued, painting a picture for Ah Jie. "When Zhuo Peipei is swooning over how sweet your Sugar Text is, you can reveal at the perfect moment that you actually wrote it for her."
In that instant, Shen Yuan’s enticing description shot like a spark into Zhou Shaojie’s heart.
Especially the words "written for her."
As the image of Zhuo Peipei holding the Sugar Text and smiling in surprise grew clearer in his mind, Zhou Shaojie’s breathing grew heavy. Inside his pockets, his fists clenched and unclenched.
Under everyone’s anxious watch, Zhou Shaojie abruptly lifted his head. The hesitation in his eyes transformed into a stubborn glint, and he gave a sharp nod.
"Fine! Yuan, I’ll listen to you. I’ll write it! What’s the worst that can happen? I’ll look like a dumbass. Fuck it, I’m doing it!"
Hearing Ah Jie’s words, all the guys nodded in agreement.
"With this level of determination, your Father Yuan can rest easy."
Shen Yuan patted Ah Jie’s shoulder. "Alright, here’s the plan."
Then, Shen Yuan turned to Yang Ze, Chen Mingyu, and Sun Xiansheng with a mock-serious air. "Alright, you three! As Ah Jie’s sworn brothers, you have a mission!"
"Ah Ze, Ai Muyu, you two, quickly draft an outline for a Sugar Text for Ah Jie! The theme is a secret crush. You can come up with the title yourselves, but it has to stick to the theme: a secret crush! You have free rein for now. Hand it to me when you’re done."
As he spoke, Shen Yuan’s gaze fell on Sun Xiansheng.
Looking at Sun Xiansheng, whose face was written all over with expectation, Shen Yuan pursed his lips. It was as if he could see a giant, flashing "UNRELIABLE" sign above his head.
Shen Yuan waved his hand dismissively. "Forget it, forget it. You just go find a cool corner to stand in. If you get involved, I’m afraid this Sugar Text will turn into a stick of dynamite. You’re unreliable. Truly, truly unreliable."
"Hey! Brother Yuan! Father Yuan! Don’t do this! I promise I’ll be reliable this time!" Sun Xiansheng immediately started to wail, trying to make his case.
"Shut up, Teacher Hou!"
"Just don’t cause more trouble!"
Yang Ze and Chen Mingyu spoke almost in unison, mercilessly cutting off Sun Xiansheng’s protest.
"No! I can do it! I can do it! You have to believe me! Trust me!"
As Sun Xiansheng struggled, Yang Ze and Chen Mingyu dragged him back into the classroom.
Zhou Shaojie watched the absurd yet familiar scene unfold, covering his face and laughing with resignation as he cursed, "Fuck! A bunch of dumbasses!"
The words had barely left Zhou Shaojie’s mouth when Shen Yuan’s hand landed on his shoulder.
"Jie, once the general and detailed outlines are done, the rest is up to you. This is as far as we brothers can help you."
When Shen Yuan returned to the classroom, he still wore the lingering smile from their recent "conspiracy."
He had just sat down when a low voice sounded from beside him.
"Where did you just go? Why are you smiling so... mischievously?"
Li Zhi stopped writing and tilted her head slightly to look at him, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
Shen Yuan glanced left and right. After confirming that no one was paying them any special attention, his smile deepened.
He crooked a finger at Li Zhi, beckoning her to come closer.
Seeing him acting all mysterious, Li Zhi nevertheless scooted her chair a little closer and leaned toward him.
Shen Yuan immediately leaned in close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against the shell of her ear. His deliberately low voice was filled with the thrill of sharing a secret.