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Chapter 204 Stay Away from Love-Obsessed Mentality

Lu Renkui lowered her head in thought. She looked at the small jasmine flower in her hand and felt a lump in her throat—wasn't this the death notice she received as soon as she arrived?

"System, did the original owner also have Hanahaki Syndrome?" Just to be on the safe side, Lu Renkui asked.

"Huh? The original owner didn't have that?" System WQBYRZM was still reading the original text, organizing some key plot points.

Lu Renkui looked at the small jasmine flower in her hand, remembered that she had just drunk water, opened the lid again, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh, so it's the jasmine in the jasmine tea. No wonder this tea has such a strong fragrance; it's the scent of jasmine.

Lu Renkui, inside Ying Meihua's body, patted his chest, amused by his false alarm.

"Ying Meihua, twist it for her." A male voice suddenly came from ahead, sounding quite impatient.

"Huh? What are you twisting?" Lu Renkui looked at Jiang Hai, the male protagonist sitting in front of Ying Meihua, with a puzzled expression.

Lu Renkui looked up and saw Lan Xingtu, the female lead, holding a bottle of beverage and looking at Jiang Hai with a flushed face.

Lan Xingtu looked at Jiang Hai with affection in her eyes, but the love in her eyes vanished the moment she saw "Ying Meihua".

Lu Renkui noticed that Lan Xingtu's mouth was moving slightly, as if she wanted him to read her lips.

Lu Renkui really wanted to roll her eyes, but she held back and stood up, saying, "I need to go to the toilet. You two take care of it yourselves."

After saying that, Lu Renkui dashed out of the classroom to bask in the sun.

The art entrance exam... if I remember correctly, it should be around November or December. Lu Renkui looked down at the flowering trees below, which were full of pink blossoms, and thought to herself, I can't stay here for almost a year.

The task this time is to prevent the original owner from being targeted by the female lead as much as possible. It should be achievable. First, we need to change seats. Second, we need to reduce the interaction with the male lead and the direct or indirect confrontation with the female lead. These two are relatively easy.

Secondly, the reason the female lead targets the original owner is because the original owner's personality is similar to the male lead's ideal woman—Lu Renkui cursed her inwardly again, then continued to think of a countermeasure—first, the original owner's personality must be maintained, because people can't change in a very short time, but perhaps I can act in front of the two of them. Acting is fine, acting is so convenient!

Okay, let's do it this way for now. Lu Renkui clapped his hands, estimated the time, and realized that there were only a few minutes left before class. So he went to the bathroom to wash his hands and then went back to the classroom to attend class.

Lu Renkui sat back down in her seat, opened her textbook, and waited for the teacher to start the lesson.

At that moment, Lu Renkui heard Jiang Hai coughing violently in front of him.

The coughing didn't last long, as Jiang Hai clearly didn't want to attract attention and was trying his best to suppress the coughing.

Jiang Hai quickly suppressed the coughing.

Jiang Hai has been suffering from Hanahaki Disease for quite some time now, and he knows it's because Bai Xinyi, the person he likes, went abroad.

It's okay. There are more than two years between the onset of Hanahaki Syndrome and death. Jiang Hai thought that he could wait for Bai Xinyi to come back and then explain his situation to her. She wouldn't refuse to give him a kiss.

Thinking of this, Jiang Hai felt an itch in his throat, as if more flower petals were about to come out of his body.

Jiang Hai covered his mouth with his hand and searched everywhere his hand could reach, only to find that he had no tissues.

Jiang Hai had no choice. He had just bought the draft paper and didn't want to waste it, so he turned to his deskmate, Ying Meihua, and covered his mouth, asking, "Do you have any paper?"

Lu Renkui was looking out the corridor window to see when the biology teacher would arrive for class when she heard someone speaking. At first, she didn't pay attention, but after a couple of seconds, she realized that the person seemed to be asking her a question.

"What?" Lu Renkui asked, then realized it was Jiang Hai talking to her.

"Paper." Jiang Hai covered his mouth and repeated what he needed.

Lu Renkui lowered his head and then casually pushed his napkin over—because the teacher had already entered the classroom, and Lan Xingtu was constantly watching their direction—"Give it back to me after class."

Jiang Hai didn't say whether he agreed or disagreed with "Ying Meihua's" suggestion, because he was really anxious to wrap the petals that were about to burst out with paper.

The biology teacher placed his thermos on the lectern, took out a USB drive, inserted it into the blackboard, and then the PowerPoint presentation prepared by the biology teacher appeared on the screen on the blackboard. The class began.

Lu Renkui was taking notes and listening attentively to the teacher's lecture, but something was disturbing her during the class.

People kept throwing small notes onto the table. At first, they would throw one every few minutes, but later they started throwing two or three at a time.

Lu Renkui didn't care where these crumpled papers came from, but the only people she knew who were related to Ying Meihua were either Jiang Hai, Lan Xingtu, or Ying Meihua's friends.

Jiang Hai sat in front, took the paper, and then didn't make a sound.

Ying Meihua's friend was sitting a bit far from her, and the paper ball she was passing around wasn't this size either—Ying Meihua and her friend usually passed paper balls about half the size of a palm, not just crumpled up to the size of two fingernails like they were now.

get out of class dismissed! I'll go ask the teacher to change seats right after class! Lu Renkui tried to ignore the crumpled paper that Lan Xingtu threw at him, and made up his mind.

Lu Renkui was focused on taking notes on a large section of the teacher's PowerPoint presentation and didn't notice where the biology teacher had gone.

The biology teacher's voice suddenly stopped as she was speaking. Lu Renkui waited for three seconds but didn't hear the teacher speak again. She looked up in confusion and found that the teacher was not on the podium.

Lu Renkui turned her head, wanting to see where the teacher was, but was so startled by the biology teacher's sudden appearance that her hair almost stood on end.

The biology teacher glanced at what the chubby girl had written and, finding that what she had written in her notebook wasn't just random stuff, pointed to the crumpled pieces of paper and asked, "Who gave you these crumpled pieces of paper?"

"Hmm, I don't know," Lu Renkui said.

As soon as Lu Renkui finished speaking, she saw Lan Xingtu biting his lip and winking at her.

Lan Xingtu was standing behind the biology teacher. The biology teacher couldn't see the expression on Lan Xingtu's face, but that didn't stop him from opening the crumpled papers to see what was written on them.

"Ah, let me read it—what were you doing just now?" The biology teacher read aloud what was written on the crumpled paper.

Then the biology teacher opened the next crumpled piece of paper and read its contents aloud: "You can't do that, you know? You can't do that."

"You think I don't know what you're thinking?" The biology teacher opened the third one. The other students in the class just laughed it off, but many students egged the teacher on to open all the remaining crumpled papers.

The biology teacher opened the fourth crumpled paper, but this time he didn't read it aloud. Instead, he opened the three crumpled papers in a row.

After reading what was written on those crumpled papers, the biology teacher frowned and took all the crumpled papers away from the table.

“I will give these to your homeroom teacher,” the biology teacher said seriously—he was usually a very kind person—“Go to the office after class, and the person who wrote the paper ball should also go there.”

Lu Renkui was fearless—after all, she hadn't done anything wrong, and she listened attentively in class, so the teacher definitely wouldn't scold her. Even if it was because she gave the student in front of her a pack of tissues, it was just mutual help between students, nothing out of line.

"Exactly..." Lu Renkui glanced at the Blue Star Map.

Lan Xingtu watched nervously as the biology teacher unfolded the remaining crumpled paper.

Lu Renkui didn't look at it for long. She quickly turned her attention back to her textbook and turned to the corresponding page: some unrequited loves might not go smoothly.