The news reached Qi Jing's ears in the afternoon.

I was getting ready to eat, he was getting ready to go home.

There were not many people in the classroom, I packed up my things and planned to leave.

He stood at the classroom door with a sour face.

I tactfully went around to the back door, he crossed the corridor and pinned me against the wall.

"Why did you admit to cheating?"

Is that all?

"Of course, it's the quickest way to resolve this. Young master, don't get angry easily, it's easy to get breast cancer."

"It will go on your record." His thin lips pressed into a line, anger flashing in his eyes, "If it weren't for the homeroom teacher telling me, you would have already been disciplined."

"Well, thank you, young master."

"Who did it?"

I shrugged, "I don't know and I don't care."

He held my shoulder, "Xie Fan, do you know what you're doing!"

"I'm more aware than you are." I raised my hand to touch his face, "Young master, the only one who doesn't know what they're doing is you."

Our conversation ended without a resolution.

And true to his nature, the next morning, the classmate who falsely accused me of cheating apologized to the whole school over the broadcast.

Qi Jing glanced at me as if taking credit.

Strange.

If it weren't for him, would I have suffered?

I used to have good relationships with people.

Not to say one hundred percent, but eighty percent of my classmates wouldn't dislike me.

I opened my workbook, not sparing him half a glance.