Chapter Thirty-Eight: What Brings You Here?

Xia Wei had always felt that Zhou Ziyang’s flirting with other girls was just a deliberate attempt to make her jealous.

Because of this, she had always held herself back.

In her diary, Xia Wei wrote:
"You’re just trying to get a rise out of me, aren't you?
Fine. I refuse to be upset.
Let’s see who cracks first."

But today, watching Zhou Ziyang laughing and joking with another girl right in front of the classroom door, she couldn't stay calm.

He had even pulled out his phone to add her on WeChat, suggesting that since he was free that afternoon, why didn't they go out to catch a movie?

Zhou Ziyang wasn't joking.

To him, the college entrance exam was of little consequence, but he was currently eighteen or nineteen years old. The underclassman before him was fair-skinned, beautiful, and long-legged—especially the way her dark blue denim shorts clung to her thighs, creating a vibe that was undeniably provocative. It was the kind of sight that made you want to hoist her up onto your shoulders.

Going to the cinema that afternoon, in the darkness of the theater, he could certainly get handsy. If he played his cards right, she might not even go home that night.

Of course, Zhou Ziyang still had some principles; if the girl wasn't willing, he certainly wouldn't force her. But it was clear that she was more than willing.

As they exchanged WeChat contacts, the girl leaned her entire body against him. After all, if she could land a guy like Zhou Ziyang, it would be a major flex.

Xia Wei had kept her head down, silently chanting to herself, *Don't be angry, don't be angry.*

But seeing Zhou Ziyang go this far, she finally snapped.

With red-rimmed eyes, she walked up to him and blurted out, "The exams are almost here! How do you have time to tutor others? Even if you want to make me mad, you shouldn't gamble with your own future!"

The relationship between Zhou Ziyang and Xia Wei had been the subject of gossip for a while. With the college entrance exam looming, the rest of the class had no interest in watching them put on a show. Aside from a few students who glanced up, everyone else kept their heads buried in their practice papers. Some even frowned at the sound of Xia Wei’s voice.

The underclassman, though only a sophomore, was dressed in a way that suggested she had seen quite a bit of the world. She detested girls like Xia Wei who acted so high and mighty. She deliberately nudged Zhou Ziyang with her elbow and asked with