Madam, Please Behave-Chapter 187: Changing Seats

Liu Zhiyue looked at the girl sitting next to him—Zhang Yunjing. His expression shifted slightly before he calmly closed the notebook containing his Pikachu drawing and stuffed it into his desk.

Then, he pulled out his English textbook and pretended to study, cutting off the conversation entirely.

Zhang Yunjing was visibly surprised by his sudden silence.

Ever since the school year had started, she had been suppressing the urge to challenge this annoying guy to a real fight. She had deliberately avoided talking to him, waiting for him to break the ice first.

She had assumed that at some point, he wouldn't be able to resist starting a conversation.

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But after more than a week of school, Liu Zhiyue had said nothing to her. Not a single word.

This… made Zhang Yunjing start to doubt her own charm.

She had always been one of the top ten students in school, but last semester, Liu Zhiyue had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and knocked her out of the rankings.

After the parent-teacher meeting, she had stormed off, determined to confront this intruder who had stolen her spot.

But when she reached his classroom, she found it empty. After asking around, she learned that Liu Zhiyue had been accused of cheating and had gone with his father to dispute the accusation.

At first, Zhang Yunjing was shocked.

Then, a wave of excitement surged in her heart.

If he really had cheated, then his ranking would be invalid, and she could reclaim her rightful place in the top ten—along with the reward her parents had promised her.

Ecstatic, she rushed to the teacher’s office, eager to witness his downfall.

But instead, she saw that scene…

Liu Zhiyue’s father was a broad-shouldered man.

But at that moment, in Zhang Yunjing’s eyes, Liu Changqing actually looked… kind of cool.

After that, she had blocked Liu Zhiyue’s way and said all sorts of things to him. Then, she had unexpectedly run into his father again—at her family's supermarket.

Now, looking at Liu Zhiyue’s noticeably thinner face, she clenched her pen a little tighter.

She knew he was deliberately ignoring her.

Irritated, she lifted her foot and kicked his shin.

The sudden jolt of pain pulled Liu Zhiyue out of his English vocabulary review. He sucked in a sharp breath and winced.

Then, he turned and stared at Zhang Yunjing in shock.

"Are you insane?"

"You should feel honored that I’m even talking to you. How dare you ignore me?"

"…"

Liu Zhiyue was stunned.

This girl… she didn’t just have an overblown ego—she was delusional.

He had already sensed her hostility towards him, but he had chosen to ignore it.

He had figured she was just an arrogant person, but this level of entitlement?

She actually thought kicking him was a valid response to being ignored?

His expression darkened.

He snapped his textbook shut and suddenly stood up from his seat.

Zhang Yunjing, who had been acting all high and mighty just moments ago, was startled.

Her body instinctively leaned away as she looked up at him.

"W-What are you doing?"

Liu Zhiyue didn’t answer.

He simply stared at her for a moment before squeezing past her to leave.

Having long legs was a privilege.

Zhang Yunjing sat there in a daze, watching his retreating figure, completely bewildered.

Meanwhile, the rest of the class—who had been quietly studying—had also noticed the commotion and turned their heads to watch.

The weight of their stares made Zhang Yunjing feel a mix of embarrassment and anger.

Damn you, Liu Zhiyue! You made me look bad!

With everyone’s eyes on her, she felt humiliated. Lowering her head, she pretended to be engrossed in her book.

A few moments later, the rest of the class lost interest and went back to their own work.

Not far away, Zhou Shiyan had witnessed the entire scene.

She hadn’t heard their conversation, but judging by their body language, it hadn’t been a pleasant one.

—

Evening self-study continued.

Ten minutes later, Liu Zhiyue returned.

But this time, he wasn’t alone.

He had brought the homeroom teacher with him.

Their homeroom teacher was a young man with black-rimmed glasses and an ordinary-looking face. Unlike most math teachers, he wasn’t balding.

Standing beside Liu Zhiyue, the teacher stopped in front of Zhang Yunjing’s desk.

She had been trying to look busy, but the moment she sensed their presence, she felt a wave of unease.

Nervously, she glanced up at them.

"Teacher…?" she asked cautiously.

"Zhang Yunjing, switch seats with Zhou Shiyan."

"What?"

She looked back and forth between the teacher and Liu Zhiyue, whose face remained expressionless.

Adjusting his glasses, the teacher explained seriously,

"Liu Zhiyue said you were disturbing his studies."

"…"

For a moment, Zhang Yunjing was completely frozen.

Then, as realization dawned, her expression shifted to one of disbelief.

She slammed her hands on the desk and shot to her feet.

Pointing an accusatory finger at Liu Zhiyue, she huffed angrily,

"When did I ever disturb him?!"

The teacher gave her an unimpressed look.

"If you’re unhappy with your seat, you should talk to the teacher about it. There was no need to pinch your classmate."

"What?! When did I pinch him?!"

Zhang Yunjing was completely baffled.

But before she could say anything else, Liu Zhiyue calmly rolled up his sleeve, revealing a very obvious red mark on his arm.

The bruise stood out clearly against his pale skin.

Zhang Yunjing stared, stunned.

She hadn’t expected this turn of events.

Her classmates had also been watching.

Sighing, the homeroom teacher gestured for Zhang Yunjing to switch seats with Zhou Shiyan.

For the first time in her life, Zhang Yunjing felt what it was like to be wronged.

She tried to protest, but the teacher didn’t believe that Liu Zhiyue was the type to randomly fake an injury.

In the end, with red-rimmed eyes, Zhang Yunjing packed up her things and switched seats.

Once everything was settled, the teacher left the classroom.

Now sitting in Zhou Shiyan’s former seat, Zhang Yunjing found herself next to another boy.

And the whole class had witnessed what just happened.

When her new deskmate saw her sit down, he instinctively scooted his chair a little further away.

Zhang Yunjing saw that.

The humiliation, the injustice—it all made her chest feel heavy.

She flipped through her textbook aggressively, as if venting her frustration.

Meanwhile, Liu Zhiyue couldn’t have cared less about how she felt.

Sure, his arm stung a little from the self-inflicted bruise, but it was worth it if it meant he never had to sit next to Zhang Yunjing again.