My Years as the Pure Love Interest at the Noble Academy

Jiang Yiheng sat at the head of the table, with a confused Song Yi on his left and an impatient Shen Yujing on his right.

As the head of the Disciplinary Inspection Department of the student council, Jiang Yiheng had both the responsibility and obligation to intervene in this matter after receiving a report about Shen Yujing's alleged bullying of Song Yi on campus.

Shen Yujing leaned back in his chair, irritably ruffling his hair. "I've said it eight hundred times already, I wasn't carrying the hammer to beat her up. Are you incapable of understanding human speech?"

"Oh," Jiang Yiheng responded, looking at Shen Yujing with a blank expression. "So you were carrying a hammer to smash my desk?"

"That was an accident too!" Shen Yujing grew even more impatient. "Jiang Yiheng, don't tell me you're holding a grudge against me over a broken desk?"

Ignoring him, Jiang Yiheng turned to Song Yi and asked for confirmation: "You really weren't threatened by him?"

Song Yi shook her head and, after a moment's hesitation, spoke up for Shen Yujing, "It really was a misunderstanding."

Jiang Yiheng nodded and announced Shen Yujing's punishment, "According to Article 17 of the student code of conduct, for bringing dangerous items to school and using them to damage school property, you'll be responsible for cleaning the music classroom on the third floor of Building A3 tonight. The student council will inspect it tomorrow."

Shen Yujing laughed bitterly, "My family has donated so many buildings to the school, and I can't even smash one desk?"

Jiang Yiheng closed the file in front of him and said, "I'm sure your father would be pleased to see you contribute some labor to the school."

Jiang Yiheng was using Shen Yujing's father to pressure him, and Shen Yujing was helpless against it.

Song Yi thought to herself that Jiang Yiheng looked quite handsome when confronting Shen Yujing head-on. Suddenly, she noticed Shen Yujing's gaze on her.

Shen Yujing grinned at Song Yi, pointing at her while addressing Jiang Yiheng, "But she's the one who brought the hammer to school."

Song Yi: "?"

No way, how could he be so disloyal?

Jiang Yiheng frowned at her, seeming somewhat disbelieving, and asked, "Is that true?"

Song Yi: "...Yes."

"Then you two can clean together," Jiang Yiheng coldly dropped this sentence before standing up and leaving.

Song Yi gazed forlornly at his retreating figure, when suddenly a hand landed on her shoulder.

Shen Yujing's face was very close, looking at her with an ambiguous smile, "Stop daydreaming, let's go clean."

Song Yi: "..."

Wait, why, how did it end up like this?

*

After school, in Building A3.

Song Yi was still holding a rag and wiping the windows when she turned to look woefully at Shen Yujing, who was holding a broom nearby. "I have a question."

Shen Yujing looked at her, "Go ahead."

Song Yi was utterly perplexed, "Aren't you supposed to be the school bully? Where are all your minions? Why are you cleaning by yourself?"

What kind of cool, arrogant school bully would actually do the cleaning himself when punished like this? She just couldn't understand!

Moreover, Shen Yujing clearly didn't know how to clean properly. He was inefficient and doing a poor job, completely holding her back!

Shen Yujing didn't answer her question, only urging, "Hurry up, we're not leaving until it's all clean."

Song Yi: "..."

Fine, she'd endure it.

By the time it got dark outside, a full two hours had passed, and Song Yi's back and waist were aching. They had finally finished cleaning the classrooms on this floor.

Of course, if it weren't for Shen Yujing's counterproductive help, Song Yi believed they could have finished in just one hour.

There was still one last storage room left. It was very dusty inside, with tables and chairs in disarray, clearly unused for a long time.

Cleaning this room thoroughly would be a big job. It took them a full hour to get it reasonably clean.

Song Yi said, "Let's change the water one last time and wipe everything down once more, then we should be done."

"Alright," Shen Yujing responded, taking the bucket downstairs.

Song Yi glanced at her phone. It was already past 9 PM.

She rubbed her stomach, feeling hunger pangs as she collapsed into a chair.

Just a little longer, just a little longer, and she could go home to eat.

After sitting for a moment, fatigue washed over her. Song Yi had only meant to rest for a bit, but unconsciously her head drooped, and her eyelids grew heavy.

She wondered why Shen Yujing wasn't back yet...

When Shen Yujing returned, he found Song Yi asleep in the chair.

The girl had fallen asleep from exhaustion. Her small face, with skin so fair and smooth it seemed almost poreless, looked completely soft and gentle with her eyes closed. She appeared incredibly cute, without a trace of her earlier confrontational attitude.

Shen Yujing found himself staring, transfixed. He reached out his hand, attempting to pinch her slightly chubby cheek.

Her skin looked so delicate; he wondered if pinching it would leave a red mark.

If he woke her up, would she get angry?

But that was fine too. She looked good when she was angry...

As Shen Yujing's thoughts wandered, just as his hand was about to touch Song Yi's face, the sound of a lock clicking came from outside the door.

Shen Yujing startled, immediately shouting towards the door, "Don't lock it! There are people inside!"

However, the person at the door seemed not to hear Shen Yujing's voice at all, and their footsteps quickly faded away.

Song Yi, on the other hand, was woken up by Shen Yujing's shout. She rubbed her eyes and asked, "What happened?"

Shen Yujing, feeling anxious, turned to look at her, "The door's been locked from the outside!"

Song Yi couldn't understand, "The lights are on in here. Even if the security guard was locking up, wouldn't they come in to turn off the lights first?"

"That person seemed deaf. They didn't hear me no matter how loud I shouted," Shen Yujing found it strange too. He then pulled out his phone from his pocket, looking agitated, "It's fine, we can just call..."

However, Shen Yujing's words trailed off halfway. He turned to Song Yi and said, "My phone's dead."

Song Yi: "..."

She suddenly had a bad feeling about this.

Sure enough, although Song Yi's phone had power, there was no signal.

How could there be no signal in the school? Unless...

Song Yi mentally questioned her system, "Did you guys have something to do with this?"

[The main characters' auras naturally attract each other. If they spend enough time together, classic Mary Sue novel scenarios will randomly occur! It's like a surprise blind box~]

Song Yi: "..."

Do you want this blessing or not?

The male and female leads getting trapped together somewhere, cuddling through the night and developing feelings for each other - this kind of "classic Mary Sue scenario" was beyond cliché.

Then the news would spread throughout the school, and she would definitely be targeted by all the girls who admired Shen Yujing.

Just thinking about the plot that might unfold, Song Yi shuddered with disgust.

Shen Yujing noticed Song Yi's anxiety and deliberately put on an unconcerned appearance, "What are you worried about? This is a school. It's not like we'll die from staying one night."

Song Yi wasn't really counting on Shen Yujing for help anyway, so she checked all the doors and windows before finally bending down to examine the door lock.

She then turned back to Shen Yujing, "Come here, we should be able to kick this door open."

"I don't want to," Shen Yujing refused without hesitation.

Song Yi: "You kicked a door open last time."

Shen Yujing: "This is different."

Song Yi's gaze fell on Shen Yujing with a hint of disdain, "Don't tell me you can't do it?"

Shen Yujing let out a cold laugh, "Who do you think you're looking down on?"

Song Yi smiled at him, "Then let's have a competition. We'll take turns kicking, and see who opens the door first."

*

"Boom—"

"Bang—"

Shen Yujing and Song Yi took turns kicking at the door lock. Shen Yujing was fired up, determined to kick the door open before Song Yi.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Shen Yujing turned to search for other tools in the room.

Song Yi took a deep breath, stepped back, and raised her foot again—

"Click—"

The door suddenly opened from the outside, revealing a somewhat familiar face in the dimness. It was Jiang Yiheng.

At that moment, Song Yi's leg was already high in the air, about to kick Jiang Yiheng in the stomach. She hurriedly tried to force her leg down, which caused her to lose her balance.

As a result, under Jiang Yiheng's indifferent yet slightly puzzled gaze, Song Yi lost control and fell to the ground, performing a perfect split for him.

Jiang Yiheng: "..."

Song Yi: "..."

Ouch! It hurts!

After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Yiheng still asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Yi's face contorted in pain, but her mind started racing.

She and Shen Yujing were supposed to clean an entire floor as punishment because of a desk incident. If Jiang Yiheng found out they were trying to break down the door, wouldn't they end up having to clean the whole building?

No, no, such a tragedy absolutely cannot happen.

So Song Yi looked up at Jiang Yiheng, forcing a smile and saying with a straight face, "Actually, I'm practicing dancing. How do you think my split looks?"

Jiang Yiheng: "..."

At that moment, Shen Yujing, who had found an iron rod in the corner, turned around and was also startled to see the suddenly open door and the inexplicably present Jiang Yiheng.

Shen Yujing rested the iron rod on his shoulder and sneered, "What's going on? Why are you here?"

Jiang Yiheng didn't answer Shen Yujing. Instead, he looked down at Song Yi, who was still sitting on the ground, and asked expressionlessly, "So you're doing splits, right? Then what about him?"

Song Yi glanced back at Shen Yujing and quickly answered before he could speak, "He's practicing... pole vaulting! That's right! Pole vaulting!"

Shen Yujing: "???"

He looked down at the iron rod in his hand suspiciously. Could this thing really be used for pole vaulting?

Jiang Yiheng continued to stare at Song Yi. "Practicing pole vaulting with an iron rod, are you sure?"

Song Yi unconsciously swallowed and spoke in an even smaller voice, weakly saying, "If you prefer, pole... pole dancing is not out of the question either."

Jiang Yiheng: "..."

Shen Yujing: "...???"