My Years as the Pure Love Interest at the Noble Academy

This trip was supposed to be warm and wonderful—

Yeah, right! :)

Everyone was sitting in a row, covered in mud and dust. Shen Yujing’s golden hair even had a dogtail grass stuck in it, while Murong Huan clutched a large rock, glaring fiercely at the chickens, ducks, and geese in the yard as if she had a lifelong vendetta against all beak-bearing creatures.

Song Yi, the one caught in the middle, felt a headache coming on—a big one.

She first reached out to pluck the dogtail grass from Shen Yujing’s head and tossed it back at his face. Her gaze swept over the group with a mix of exasperation and disbelief.

She turned to Jiang Yiheng and Hang Feng, who were sitting on the far left, and asked, “Why are you two also…”

Why are you acting so weird too?!

What on earth is going on? Can this world not leave her with at least one normal person?!

Jiang Yiheng frowned, completely unaware of the mud Shen Yujing had smeared on his face earlier, and said, “Shen Yujing dragged me into this.”

The implication was clear: he hadn’t wanted to participate in the first place.

Suddenly, Song Yi felt a pang of guilt.

The reason Shen Yujing had dragged Jiang Yiheng into the mess was because he had mistaken Jiang Yiheng for the one who had sneak-attacked him, when in reality, it had been her.

So Song Yi quickly changed the subject, turning to Hang Feng. “And what about you? What happened to you?”

Hang Feng replied flatly, “Quan Le stepped on my foot.”

Song Yi looked puzzled. “That’s it?”

Was stepping on someone’s foot really enough to make someone as calm as Hang Feng join in the chaos?

Hang Feng continued expressionlessly, “Then Shen Yujing stepped on my foot too, and so did Xu Che.”

Song Yi: “…”

Three times? Okay, yeah, that’s understandable.

Shen Yujing immediately stood up, protesting, “That’s because Xu Che was chasing me!”

Quan Le also stood up, shouting, “And that’s because Shen Yujing was chasing me!”

The two of them exchanged a glance and said in unison, “It’s all Xu Che’s fault!”

Xu Che: “…”

Song Yi: “…”

She had a feeling things weren’t quite as they seemed, but at this point, it was impossible to untangle the mess.

So Song Yi rubbed her temples and said, “Stop, stop, stop. Enough arguing. Let’s just end it here.”

Whoever was right or wrong, it didn’t matter anymore. It was time to move on.

Some needed to shower, some needed to change clothes, and some needed to… fight chickens.

The last one, of course, referred to Murong Huan.

Song Yi grabbed Murong Huan by the shoulders and dragged her out to the yard. Murong Huan resisted with her eyes tightly shut, still waving the large rock in her hand. “Stay away from me! I know martial arts!”

Song Yi: “…”

Song Yi sighed and said, “Pick the chicken you hate the most. We’ll make soup out of it tonight. And pick a duck you hate for braised duck.”

Hearing this, Murong Huan perked up. Turning the beak-bearing creatures that had tormented her into a delicious meal?

Thinking back to the delicious goose they’d had for lunch, Murong Huan suddenly felt energized. She pointed at the most arrogant rooster in the yard and declared, “That one! Soup! Make soup out of it!”

The rooster, as if understanding her words, suddenly flapped its wings and charged straight at her.

Murong Huan: “???”

Murong Huan immediately broke free from Song Yi’s grip and bolted.

After running a few steps, she realized nothing was chasing her.

Hesitantly, she turned around and saw Song Yi holding the flapping rooster. Relieved, Murong Huan suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of security.

She shouted, “Wuwuwu, Yi Yi, I love you! I want to marry you!”

Shen Yujing, who had just walked out of the living room: “?”

Quan Le, who had just come out of the bathroom: “?”

No! This can’t happen!!!

In the kitchen.

Jiang Yiheng had come to help Song Yi prepare the chicken and duck.

The young man’s hands, usually used to playing the piano, were now stained with blood as he worked meticulously, his brow slightly furrowed.

Murong Huan walked in and popped a candy into Song Yi’s mouth. Then she turned to Jiang Yiheng and said, “Can you not look so expressionless while doing this? Smile a little, will you?”

Jiang Yiheng didn’t look up. “Why?”

Murong Huan answered honestly, “Because in TV shows, serial killers always look like that—expressionless and terrifying.”

Jiang Yiheng raised his head and gave Murong Huan and Song Yi a smile—a forced, unnatural one.

Murong Huan took three steps back, then turned and ran without hesitation.

Too scary! Better not smile at all. That smile made him look even more like a serial killer—a creepy one at that!

Jiang Yiheng asked, puzzled, “Why did she leave?”

Song Yi: “…”

She had a guess but didn’t want to say outright, “You look like a serial killer when you don’t smile, and even more so when you do.”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Jiang Yiheng seemed to realize something. He looked down at the blood on his hands and asked, “Is it really that scary?”

“No, no,” Song Yi quickly shook her head and said earnestly, “Having blood on your hands doesn’t always mean you’re a bad person. It could also mean you’re a doctor saving lives.”

Like Jiang Yiheng, who had chosen to study medicine. In the future, he would surely save lives and stand in operating rooms.

He was quick at everything, brilliant, a true genius. Song Yi believed he would become an outstanding doctor and achieve his dreams.

Jiang Yiheng pursed his lips, the corners of his mouth curling slightly, but he only said, “Hmm.”

His hands kept moving, and though his movements were a bit clumsy, he followed all the steps correctly. Overall, it was going smoothly.

After watching the whole process, Song Yi asked in surprise, “You actually know how to do this?”

She had been prepared to take over if Jiang Yiheng struggled, but it seemed her worry was unnecessary.

“Hmm,” Jiang Yiheng replied casually. “I looked up the process and watched a few videos during lunch.”

“And you just… figured it out?” Song Yi shook her head. “As expected of a genius.”

Whether it was studying or everyday tasks, he could master anything effortlessly.

Just then, Shen Yujing passed by the kitchen door.

He frowned slightly. Killing a chicken? Who couldn’t do that?

Three minutes later, Shen Yujing burst into the kitchen holding a hen. Song Yi asked, “What are you doing?”

Shen Yujing made up an excuse. “Let’s kill another one. Quan Le eats too much. One won’t be enough.”

“Fine,” Song Yi said, reaching out to take the hen from him.

But Shen Yujing dodged her hand and said, “I’ll do it! I can handle it. Just watch.”

Song Yi looked at him skeptically. “Are you sure you can do it?”

“Of course,” Shen Yujing replied confidently, then shot a smug glance at Jiang Yiheng. “If he can do it, there’s no way I can’t.”

Jiang Yiheng, who had been inexplicably dragged into the comparison, simply said, “Oh.”

Just one word, conveying his utter indifference to Shen Yujing’s provocation.

Song Yi swallowed hard. She wanted to tell Shen Yujing not to be overconfident, but she didn’t want to crush his enthusiasm.

And so, Shen Yujing began his first-ever attempt at killing a chicken.

Shen Yujing had never killed a chicken before. Heck, he hadn’t even stepped on an ant in his life.

But back to the chicken—he hadn’t killed one, hadn’t watched any tutorial videos, and hadn’t even seen Jiang Yiheng’s demonstration earlier.

This was going to be… challenging.

But he had already made his declaration. To prove he was better than Jiang Yiheng, Shen Yujing bravely grabbed the struggling chicken, pressed it into the basin, closed his eyes, and raised the cleaver.

With a deep breath, he brought the cleaver down.

He felt something wet under his hand and looked down to see blood.

He took another deep breath, mentally praising himself: Don’t be scared! You’re doing great, Shen Yujing!

But… what now?

What was the next step?

Shen Yujing swallowed nervously, suddenly feeling very awkward.

Song Yi glanced at him and said, “Pour hot water over it to remove the feathers.”

“Got it,” Shen Yujing said, pulling the chicken out of the basin and rinsing off the blood. Then he grabbed the thermos and poured hot water into the basin.

The next second, he heard a sound—a sound that should not have come from a supposedly dead chicken.

The chicken let out a squawk and…

Flapped its wings and jumped out of the basin?!

The chicken seemed to know exactly who had tried to kill it. It didn’t even bother to flee; instead, it charged straight at Shen Yujing, pecking furiously at his legs, as if seeking revenge for its near-death experience.

Shen Yujing, completely stunned by the scene, only reacted after being pecked seven or eight times. He leaped up from the stool in a panic.

Clutching Song Yi tightly, he wailed, “What do I do? What do I do? The soul of the chicken I just killed has come back to haunt me! Ahhh, I was wrong! I shouldn’t have taken a life!”

Song Yi, suddenly pulled into his tight embrace, lightly punched his shoulder and said, “Hey.”

Shen Yujing continued shouting on his own, “Don’t be scared! I’ll protect you! No… you should run!”

Song Yi: “…”

If he wanted her to run, could he at least let go of her first? How was she supposed to run like this?

Exasperated, Song Yi called his name and said, “Shen Yujing, have you ever considered the possibility…”

Shen Yujing: “What possibility?”

Song Yi took a deep breath and said, “The possibility that you didn’t use enough force when killing the chicken earlier. It was just stunned from a superficial wound, and now it’s woken up from being scalded by the boiling water.”

Jiang Yiheng: “…”

Shen Yujing: “!!!”

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