You are all bad women! Don't come over!

Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Classmate Ye Is Confused!



"My name is Catherine, not 'Ye Ye Ye,'" the girl said with her lips curving upward, as she tossed Shen Mochen's backpack to him, her eyes seemingly hiding an undying fire in the twilight, "The classroom door is closed."

Catherine, the class president of senior grade A, full name Catherine Petrovna Alexandrova, was nicknamed "Princess" at First Middle School. Both her parents were diplomats from the Roman Empire, and it was said that her paternal family was related to the Roman Royal Family, holding an earl's nobility.

The Roman Empire was one of the poles of this world, its national power far surpassing the other two hundred and thirty-six countries, which is why even in Gaotang State First Middle School, Catherine's background was the most distinguished of all.

Not only that, she also possessed an amazing talent for learning, and for over two years, almost no one had been able to shake her position as the top student of her grade.

She was like a woman with a heaven-sent destiny, much like Feng Aotian. All of Gu Yange's pride seemed like a clumsy imitation compared to her.

Therefore, when Gu Yange learned that Shen Mochen had a crush on Catherine, she instantly gave up any thought of resistance. How could a man with his sights set on someone like Catherine ever fall for an ordinary girl like herself?

"When did you come over?"

Shen Mochen was shivering as he held his backpack, sweat pouring down in cold streams. In his heart, he already had the answer, but he still harbored that slim and unlikely hope. Or rather, before the harsh reality fully slapped him in the face, anyone would attempt to struggle.

"I forgot..." Catherine stood at the intersection of the sunset and the shadows, her face flickering, her lips curled into a disdainful smile, her tone frivolous, "Perhaps it was when I heard you say you liked me?"

That meant she had heard everything!

Shen Mochen's face turned crimson.

Had he known Catherine herself was eavesdropping on his confession from a gossiping nook, he would never have said he liked her, not even if he had to say he was interested in old women with wrinkled faces or prepubescent girls!

"Why aren't you talking anymore?" Seeing Shen Mochen stay silent, Catherine took a step closer, her taut and rounded legs swaying seductively beneath her skirt hem, her face half-smiling, "The Catherine you dreamed of kissing a thousand times is standing right before you now."

Shen Mochen bowed his head searching for cracks in the ground, overwhelmed with shame.

He could swear to heaven that he had no special feelings for Catherine; his earlier words were purely a lie to extricate himself and not to implicate others!

He had always been proud of his quick wits, or perhaps his cleverness. But unfortunately, this time he had met with a mishap. Now he was in an awful mess and found it impossible to explain.

Moreover, Catherine had never shown any fondness for Shen Mochen, which was a semi-public secret in the class.

Although the "Princess" was not the type to be affable and approachable, she was still respectful and behaved with propriety. She could be described as noble without being aloof and proud without being arrogant.

But she was always cold towards Shen Mochen, even going out of her way, contradicting her own image, to sarcastically comment on his consistently backsliding test scores.

As for this unique "honor" in the class, Shen Mochen felt anything but honored. He thought it was the Princess's scorn for him as a "lowly commoner," as well as a slight offense he had unwittingly made against her when he first transferred to First Middle School due to his youthful ignorance.

What kind of feeling does one have when liked by someone they can't stand? Disgust, irony, contempt?

In the silence, Shen Mochen was gradually cornered against the wall by Catherine. The faint mint scent emanating from the girl only made Shen Mochen even more nervous.

Catherine looked at the boy in front of her, her lips curving upward, revealing a smile she never showed in front of others.

That was a smile of complacency with underlying mockery and cat-playing-with-mouse teasing.

It was normal, after all, to find it amusing to hear someone you looked down upon fantasizing about you behind your back.

Shen Mochen took a deep breath; although he felt mortifyingly embarrassed at that moment, the issue still had to be resolved.

He bowed at a ninety-degree angle—a standard so perfect that even a master of bowing from another country would have to admit defeat and bestow upon him the title of "Bowing Sage."

With a resolve akin to a brave sacrifice, Shen Mochen decided to cut the Gordian knot with a reckless charge, "I'm sorry, I know I'm not worthy of you at all. I'm just a toad lusting after a swan's flesh! So please forget what you heard today, and don't let my ridiculous words ruin your good mood!"

Catherine blinked, surprised by his self-awareness.

She patted his shoulder, signaling him to stand upright, and sincerely admired, "Actually, you shouldn't belittle yourself that much. Even though you're a toad, at least you're a good toad with self-awareness!"

Shen Mochen's lips twitched slightly, unsure whether she was deliberately demeaning him or genuinely praising him. Should he be thankful for Princess's favor or should he retort in his heart, "You're the toad, your whole family are toads!"?

Shen Mochen took a step back. He had now completely 'died socially', and after stomping on his own face, he just wanted to find a place with no people to roll on the ground in agony.

"Hey!"

Seeing Shen Mochen about to leave, Catherine stretched out her hand in front of him.

Forced to stop, Shen Mochen saw Catherine's mocking smile, "Toad classmate, don't you want to hear my reply?"

Although Shen Mochen never had unrealistic fantasies about a beauty like Catherine, his teenage pride made him feel utterly humiliated.

Catherine obviously would never fancy someone like him; she was just looking to mock him again. But enough was enough, there was no need to insult him so, even if it was his fault before, there was no need to remember it until now. Shen Mochen's face turned slightly red, he thought to himself.

"No need, no need..." Shen Mochen's face wore a forced smile, stepping back, ready to sprint off at a hundred-meter dash speed. Escaping might be disgraceful, but it worked!

Catherine followed him out of the alley behind the school building. The setting sun cast an oblique glow, slightly masking the color on Shen Mochen's face.

Catherine placed one hand on Shen Mochen's shoulder, stopping his attempt to flee, while idly twirling a lock of hair with her other hand.

"Your birthday is coming up, isn't it?" she suddenly asked an unrelated question.

"Yeah, it's in less than two weeks..." Shen Mochen started to reply, and then he paused in confusion, "Uh, how do you know?"

Catherine didn't answer, only said lightly, "Happy Birthday."

"Yeah, yeah, thank you! I'm so touched!" Shen Mochen nodded vigorously, his face full of sincerity, thinking to himself, couldn't you have saved that birthday wish for the actual day?

Catherine sighed, "Your birthday is coming up, and as a classmate, I've failed to prepare a birthday present for you..."

If you don't want to give a present then don't, but that excuse is pretty lame, there's still nearly two weeks, it's not too late to prepare now, and I'm not that demanding about presents, you could just slap a wad of cash on my face and that would be fine!

Shen Mochen complained inwardly again, but at this moment, he didn't dare expect more. As long as she didn't bring up what had just happened, he was already overflowing with gratitude.

Shen Mochen laughingly replied, "Ha ha ha, your blessings are the best gift!"

Catherine went on talking, oblivious to his response, "Since I forgot to prepare a present, let me fulfill a wish you've always had."

"What wish?" Shen Mochen replied reflexively, not realizing the gravity of the situation.

"Shen Mochen..." Catherine placed her hand on her chest, smiling radiantly, as if a millennia-old iceberg were melting, as if the first bloom of a vast expanse of spring flowers were unfolding, "I, Catherine Petrovna Alexandrova, accept your confession."

Clouds streamed across the sky like banners, the distant sun blushed with shyness. The evening breeze stirred Catherine's light golden hair, her lake-blue, pristine eyes sparkling with radiant light.

Shen Mochen was stunned for a long time, slowly turning his head, coming back to his senses, indeed it wasn't a hallucination.

Wait, wait, wait? What just happened? I didn't confess! Catherine, what are you doing?


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