Everyone Thinks That I Like Him

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

After receiving this paper ball, Ye Zhou thought that he should talk to Shang Jin. Anyone who’s purposefully pointed out by the entire class wouldn’t be too comfortable in their mind. As long as he explained it clearly to Shang Jin, and then Shang Jin explained it to everyone, then all the misunderstandings would disappear.

He took out his cell phone and prepared to send a message to Shang Jin. But when he opened his contact list, there simply wasn’t the other’s contact information.

Ye Zhou supported his forehead. If he’d known earlier, he would have stored all his classmates’ cell phone numbers at the start of school.

However, just because he hadn’t, didn’t mean that others hadn’t.

Ye Zhou turned around and the buddy in the back row eagerly said, “Zhou, what’s up?”

“Do you have Shang Jin’s phone number?”

As a result, the buddy looked at him, and then looked at Shang Jin who was not far away. The look on his face seemed to say: “You guys are obviously in the same room. Why do you give up the near and seek the far?”

When Ye Zhou saw him like this, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, “Just pretend I didn’t ask.”

As a result, halfway through the second class, the student in the back row poked him in the back. Ye Zhou leaned against the back of the chair and glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes. He found that the other person had placed a folded note at the edge of the table.

Ye Zhou pulled out the corners of his mouth. He actually would like to see what the people in his class could toss out this time.

Ye Zhou took the note and didn’t immediately open it. Instead, he waited for the teacher on the podium to let everyone do self-study before he took it out.

“Shang Jin, height: 185cm, weight: 76kg, family: unknown, favorite color: unknown, favorite food: unknown, favorite animal: unknown, favorite season: unknown, favorite celebrity: unknown…”

Fuck…was this bunch of unknown things written up to make up the number of words?? And he only wanted to know Shang Jin’s phone number. He’s not even a little interested in his height, weight, and interests.

Ye Zhou’s hand that was holding the note slowly tightened, and he was ready to lump it into a ball when his gaze landed on the phone number written in the very corner.

Eleven numbers squeezed into a less than two centimeters of space, Ye Zhou looked at it from far and from near several times before he finally wrote the number down.

During the break, Ye Zhou sent a message to Shang Jin.

Ye Zhou: Do you have time at noon?

After sending out this text message, Ye Zhou kept staring at Shang Jin. He just saw the other person picked up the phone, looked at it, and put the phone down…put it down…down…

One move didn’t work, then try another move.

Ye Zhou looked at the time and decided that, at noon when everyone was taking their naps, he’d go to the dorm to find Shang Jin. It would be best if he could avoid everyone’s eyes and ears.