vstars Chapter 93 A figure that made one's teeth itch with hatred
Chapter 93 A figure that made one's teeth itch with hatred
Han Dong stood in front of the library entrance, trying his best to calm his breathing, which was a little disordered from walking too fast.
She absolutely did not want to reveal to that bastard that she had rushed over in such a disheveled state because she was looking for him.
My proud dignity will never allow it!
"I was so kind-hearted, thinking you'd died in some ditch, but here you are, perfectly fine, reading a book!"
Han Dong snorted coldly in her heart; she was even angrier than before.
What she despises most in her life is the kind of trash who treats promises like a joke and takes other people's waiting for granted!
"I'll leave right after I say those harsh words. He'll never see me again!"
He had previously used that seductive tone to shamelessly claim that he needed her music.
Han Dong felt nothing but utter irony and disgust at this cheap promise that didn't even have a one-month warranty period.
After mentally preparing herself, she took a deep breath and forcefully pushed open the library door.
This was her first time setting foot in this sacred land belonging to the Scroll Kings.
The room was quiet, as if we had entered another dimension.
The only sounds in the air were the rustling of papers being turned over and the occasional suppressed cough.
The target is on the third floor.
Han Dong, his face tense, walked straight towards the stairs.
Along the way, she glanced at the top students out of the corner of her eye.
They were like a group of ascetics who had lost the ability to feel pain, almost burying their faces in their books.
The almost pathological focus and repressed study habits made her gasp inwardly.
This is terrifying! It's like hell on earth!
In order not to disturb these poor souls who were engrossed in their studies, she subconsciously slowed her pace and tiptoed up the stairs.
The layout of the third floor is completely different from the cramped environment of the second floor.
Instead of those cramped cubicles, there are several very spacious open-plan reading tables.
The towering solid wood bookshelves all around were densely packed with countless heavy books that looked as if they could crush a person.
Han Dong took very light steps and circled half of the third floor.
Finally, in the most glaringly lit corner by the window, she found the figure that made her grit her teeth in hatred.
The magnificent sunset, like fire, streamed through the clear glass window, pouring down generously and completely enveloping Su Hao in a halo of light.
The moment Han Dong saw his profile, his steps froze as if he were made of lead, unable to move an inch.
Su Hao sat there.
It was as if this mortal body had been completely detached, and all connection with any sound or light in the real world had been severed.
He was completely absorbed in the draft paper in front of him, which was covered with dense symbols.
His brows furrowed tightly at times, and then suddenly relaxed in an instant, followed by a pure smile on his lips.
Tiny dust particles floated and sank within the beam of light.
Han Dong stared blankly at him, the barrage of insults he had prepared all the way suddenly stalled in his head.
She was almost distracted when she noticed that this bastard's eyelashes were unexpectedly long.
Following the line of sight downwards, those slender hands were gripping the pencil tightly with an extremely restrained yet explosive force.
The pen tip flowed across the paper, producing bizarre symbols and lengthy formulas that Han Dong had never seen before in his life.
Su Hao wrote a long string of words with lightning speed, then frowned and coldly crossed them all out and rewrote them...
The cycle repeated itself endlessly, as if I had fallen into an inescapable state of demonic possession.
Watching him struggle within that vast and boundless realm of thought that only he himself could understand, Han Dong suddenly felt as if the oxygen around him had been sucked out.
He was clearly seething with anger, and came in a menacing manner to demand an explanation.
But at that very moment, watching the boy bathed in the sunset deducing the truth, all the resentment in her chest, like a punctured balloon, silently leaked out completely.
Han Dong completely abandoned the idea of questioning him. She sighed resignedly and stood quietly at the edge of the halo, watching silently.
I don't know how much time has passed.
As if by some unseen force, Su Hao glanced at the watch on his wrist between turning the pages.
Immediately afterwards, he gasped sharply and frantically grabbed his phone as if he had been electrocuted.
The movement was so large that it almost tipped the chair over.
When he looked up, his gaze met Han Dong's clear eyes.
Shocked, appalled, and utterly ashamed, wishing he could disappear into the ground on the spot.
His usually expressionless face, which remained calm and composed even in the face of a collapsing mountain, underwent a dramatic transformation in just half a second, worthy of an Oscar.
He practically sprang from his chair and rushed frantically to Han Dong.
"I'm so sorry! I really did set an alarm!"
But I was so engrossed in my work that I didn't even notice my crappy phone ran out of battery and shut down automatically!
Seeing Su Hao's embarrassed and self-reproachful expression, as if the sky had fallen, Han Dong's last bit of displeasure vanished completely.
However, she straightened her back slightly, maintaining her aloof demeanor on the surface.
"You better remember this: thanks to you, I spent a full half hour searching for you in this godforsaken place where even the air reeks of death!"
The evening sunset, like a layer of golden gauze, draped Han Dong without reservation.
Her long, slightly wavy chestnut hair shone brightly in the backlight, so dazzling that it was hard to look directly at her.
Perhaps it was because of the setting sun, but a faint blush crept onto the tips of her fair ears.
"I...I'll pack my things and come with you right away! I'm sorry, I owe you this today. I'll definitely make it up to you another day."
Like autumn leaves swept away by the wind, Su Hao hurriedly stuffed the draft paper on the table into his schoolbag, and like a little follower who had done something wrong, he obediently followed Han Dong out of the reading room.
Stepping out of the library, fresh air filled my lungs.
Han Dong had her hands in her pockets, a gentle breeze ruffling her hair, and she spoke seemingly casually:
"What do you mean by 'another day'? I don't have that kind of patience."
"There's no time like the present. After you finish studying tonight, treat me to some late-night barbecue, and we'll call it even."
"It's a deal!" Su Hao agreed without hesitation.
The two walked side by side through the tree-lined path covered with fallen leaves, heading towards the music room.
Han Dong turned his head slightly and secretly glanced back.
For some reason, the science lab building, which I had previously found lifeless and oppressive and made me want to escape, didn't seem so unpleasant now, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.