Chapter 771: The Clash Chapter 771: The Clash – First Lesson Wang Shiyu glanced at the crooked chicken standing on the podium, quietly asking, the earlier awkwardness now completely gone. She was fully focused on the lecture, her tone slightly impatient. "Hey, nothing much—just really annoying. I just wanted to talk to you." Lu Yun held his textbook upright on the desk, shielding his face, and murmured a soft laugh. "I'm here for class. We can talk after." Though Wang Shiyu had a somewhat boyish personality, she was absolutely serious about her studies. "After class? After class we’ve got plenty of things to do—how can we possibly waste time chatting with you?" "Hey, don’t be like that. Are you still mad at me? I just tend to talk a lot—actually, I’m pretty decent, otherwise how would so many girls like me?" Lu Yun beamed with self-confidence. Wang Shiyu was left speechless—how could this person be any more unapologetic? Sitting next to such a self-absorbed one, was it truly a blessing or a burden? "You just stop talking to me—every time the teacher catches you, she'll have another scene with you." Over the course of one week, Wang Shiyu had already noticed that Lu Yun and the homeroom teacher didn't get along well. But what frustrated Wang Shiyu was why the teacher insisted on having Lu Yun sit next to her. With such a talkative, persistent student right beside her, how could she possibly concentrate on the lessons? It was truly puzzling—how could class monitor Liang Hongyu maintain first-place grades despite Lu Yun's constant interruptions. Lu Yun had never forgotten this small matter; after holding it in for most of the class, he finally asked it out. Wang Shiyu, however, suddenly blushed and whispered, "Didn't you yourself do something good? How could you possibly come to me and ask about it?" Lu Yun was taken aback and asked, "What did I ever do for you?" "Didn't I just beat you up in that little forest, and then gave you a few gentle pokes on your two snowy mountains? Aside from that, I don't recall any particularly serious incidents," said Lu Yun, recalling the incident outside the school in the small forest. Wang Shiyu blushed instantly, softly spitting out, "Don't mention that forest thing! You're playing tricks—what you did doesn't count! Honestly, I can't bring myself to say it out loud." No matter how strong-willed Wang Shiyu might be, she was still a girl, and such a thing simply wouldn't come out easily. Lu Yun racked his brain, trying to remember what he might have done to her, but couldn't recall anything. Could it be that the time he used paper balls to attack her snowy mountain during class? That seemed unlikely—after all, if Wang Shiyu were truly resentful, Lu Yun would have long since stopped bringing up such trivial matters. "Shiyu, I really can't remember what I've done to you that would make you so angry every time I see you. After all, we've been sitting together for a long time now—this constant bickering isn't really the way to Lu Yun pretended to be clueless while actually understanding everything—Bing Shi Yu’s bashful demeanor had truly captured his heart. Such a bold, spirited girl could ever be shy? And now, he was determined to keep teasing her. “Ah, it’s just that thing, really. Don’t ask me anymore—I’ve already explained everything. I need to go listen to the lecture now!” Bing Shi Yu blushed deeply, feeling utterly embarrassed. Lu Yun had clearly been doing this on purpose—she’d explained so clearly, yet he kept pressing her, even bringing out a stick to make things worse. Lu Yun pursed his lips, deeply dissatisfied with Wang Shiyu's words. Wang Shiyu was momentarily stumped by Lu Yun's remark, though Lu Yun was right—few teachers in the county town resorted to corporal punishment, but this was still a rural setting. "Li Lei, aren't you growing your wings now? Have the audacity to challenge me? It's as if you're learning from someone and imitating them—day by day, you're losing all sense of decorum," Wang Shiyu said, feeling the pressure of Lu Yun's words. Li Lei, the "crooked-necked roasted chicken," was equally flustered. After first glaring at Lu Yun, he turned his fire directly on Li Lei. Lu Yun grew angry too, clapping his hands on the table and rising to his feet, only to halt midway—his body stiffening as he turned to look at Wang Shiyu, stammering, "Shi... Shiyu, you...?" "Just stay quiet, Lu Yun. The homeroom teacher is targeting you now, subtly criticizing you. Don't make things worse for yourself," Wang Shiyu said without even glancing at Lu Yun, her voice soft, yet still holding her arm firmly