Chapter 147: Who Is More Anxious Than Whom

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"Not at all, he should be at the Second Middle School right now, probably in Teacher Qi's old office. I can take senior brother to find him," a girl eagerly said, her eyes soft and tender as she looked at Li Huanwen.

Tan Yutou cleared his throat and said, "No need, let’s filter through these drafts first..."

Seeing this, Li Huanwen smiled and interrupted, "Since Jiangxi Wen is still at school, why don’t we invite him to join our discussion? It doesn’t hurt to have one more member in the review group. As the saying goes, the sea embraces all rivers, greatness lies in tolerance. If he hasn’t submitted his draft, there must be some reason for the delay. Bringing him here for a direct discussion would be better, wouldn’t it?"

The admirers all nodded repeatedly, saying, "Senior brother is right."

The freckled chubby girl wore a blissful expression, "Senior brother, I’ll go call him."

"Zhang Ya, you go," Tan Yutou suddenly understood Li Huanwen’s intention. These past few days, the guy had been fixated on Zhang Ya, constantly looking for opportunities to talk but unwilling to lower his guard. Now he was stirring trouble with Jiangxi Wen—surely out of jealousy over some vague youthful affection between them.

If that’s the case, let him try. Taking on Jiangxi Wen is only asking for trouble. Tan Yutou had heard faint rumors about Fang Si’s imprisonment; he guessed Jiangxi Wen had contributed a lot.

It would also be good for Li Huanwen, who hadn’t been completely broken yet, to endure some hardship and maybe temper his obnoxious, attention-seeking temper. Tan Yutou knew that among the dozen or so students present, only Zhang Ya could probably reach Jiangxi Wen, so he sent her.

This made Li Huanwen uncomfortable, but the thought that he would soon confront and reprimand Jiangxi Wen face to face thrilled him. That guy hadn’t prepared anything because he hadn’t written his draft. If Li Huanwen’s carefully prepared plan couldn’t surpass a middle school kid’s impromptu effort, what right did he have to call himself Li Huanwen?

Ha ha... Li Huanwen thought, nearly bursting into laughter, though his expression appeared sunny and charming to his fan club.

Zhang Ya agreed, feeling both happy and worried. She hoped Jiangxi Wen had prepared well so he could teach Li Huanwen a lesson and make him back down. But she also feared Jiangxi Wen hadn’t even considered the graduation party. The last time at Huajing, he’d said such gatherings were boring.

After Zhang Ya left, Li Huanwen was the first to take out his proposal and, with vivid expression, presented his ideas in a speech. Essentially, he set the graduation party’s theme around classmates’ emotions, aiming to make everyone sad, nostalgic—even to tears—with a deeply tragic atmosphere. He even prepared some guitar songs lamenting farewells and friendship.

A few male class officers remained indifferent, while several of Li Huanwen’s female fans were deeply moved. Tan Yutou just smiled ambiguously, letting everyone continue reviewing other proposals.

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Zhang Ya arrived at Jiangxi Wen’s office with mixed feelings. These days, Jiangxi Wen’s main focus had been collaborating with Qi Huanchang on their first game. The content was set, and Jiangxi Wen had designed a relatively vast background, similar to the Xuanyuan Sword series, from the first generation to the five prequel side stories before his previous life’s rebirth. Each installment’s story was independent, yet they were intricately connected over time.

However, the theme of “Xianyun” centered on immortal heroes, without the flavor of ancient gods, demons, or divine artifacts. It emphasized chivalry, classical elegance, sacred mountains, and famous rivers, akin to the style of the yet-to-be-born but very famous game “Chinese Paladin.” His goal was not only to surpass the fame of Chinese Paladin but also to become the top-selling game in China, both critically acclaimed and commercially successful.

Of course, this vast background was designed specifically for the game and only partially related to the comic and novel settings, with some differences.

He was writing the game script when a knock came at the door, followed by it being pushed open.

Since encountering the sleazy man a few days ago, Zhang Ya hadn’t seen Jiangxi Wen. Now that she did, her anger from before had vanished.

Worried, she hurried to explain everything in one breath: “Xiwen, why haven’t you submitted a graduation party plan? You’re the only one left in the class without one. This time, it was Li Huanwen’s idea to have everyone write one—he was obviously targeting you. Since you didn’t submit, this is bad. He talked to Teacher Tan and asked for you to come to class for a discussion. Teacher Tan told me to find you.”

Jiangxi Wen chuckled at Zhang Ya’s expression. Seeing him laugh, Zhang Ya grew more anxious. “What are you laughing at? Everyone’s worried sick. Li Huanwen clearly wants to embarrass you in front of the class officers.”

“Dear class president, you usually handle things calmly, but today a boring Li Huanwen scared you like this. Are you nervous about him?” Jiangxi Wen grinned; he found this nervous Zhang Ya especially cute.

“Nonsense! I’m the one who’s nervous about you...” Zhang Ya blurted out but immediately realized her mistake, stopping abruptly with a blush.

“Let’s go, let’s go!” Jiangxi Wen broke the awkwardness seriously, “Little brother here won’t let the class president suffer. I’ll go deal with this troublemaker Li.”

If it were Su Lai on the other side, he’d be just as awkward and unable to resolve it so easily, Jiangxi Wen thought.

“Huh?” Zhang Ya was slightly stunned by Jiangxi Wen’s quick agreement, then brightened, “Oh, you must have known and prepared early, right?!”

“Let’s go, enough chatter,” Jiangxi Wen smiled, grabbing Zhang Ya’s hand and striding toward the door. Zhang Ya instinctively tried to pull away, but a fluttering heartbeat and a surge of sweetness made her give up, allowing Jiangxi Wen to lead her out.

Along the way, Zhang Ya said nothing, trailing behind Jiangxi Wen, her cheeks flushed deeply.

Jiangxi Wen was lost in thoughts about his “Xianyun” script; the two walked silently.

Soon they reached the teaching building. Zhang Ya suddenly remembered something and quickly shook off Jiangxi Wen’s hand. Jiangxi Wen’s thoughts were pulled back, and he looked at Zhang Ya oddly. Seeing her adorable blush, he immediately smiled and teased, “Class president, my apologies. Students should keep proper distance between genders...”

Zhang Ya kept her head down, thinking he was apologizing, but when she looked up, she saw his mischievous expression and knew he was joking. Her earlier shyness instantly turned to annoyance, and she snapped, “You’re just trying to annoy me. You’re really detestable. By the way, where’s your proposal? Didn’t you say you were ready?!”

“Huh? What proposal? I don’t write those things. I’m not that creative,” Jiangxi Wen replied seriously.

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“What?!” Zhang Ya panicked, feeling helpless. She muttered, “What should I do? Maybe I should give you my ideas and say it was a joint effort. But I didn’t even mention that when Teacher asked me to find you. What to do?”

Zhang Ya kept rambling, “Xiwen, think about it. Don’t leave me alone.” When she looked up again, Jiangxi Wen was already gone, leaving only his back as he turned into the classroom.

“That guy, Li Huanwen must have prepared a lot. He wants to make Jiangxi Wen look bad, but he won’t listen,” Zhang Ya hurried after him, running toward the classroom.

As she stepped in, she overheard Jiangxi Wen say, “Sorry, I have more important things to do. I really can’t handle this plan. I’ll come back on the 20th to see how everyone’s preparing the graduation party. Wouldn’t that be better?”

“Oh no! How can Xiwen say that?” Zhang Ya was extremely anxious and about to speak up when Li Huanwen showed a smirking, scheming smile: “Jiangxi Wen, as a member of Class 3-4, you should contribute. How can you disrespect the group like this?”

Tan Yutou chuckled quietly on the side, saying nothing. Zhang Ya was extremely nervous; she didn’t know what to do at this point. Then she heard one of Li Huanwen’s fans, the freckled chubby girl, say, “Yeah, Jiangxi Wen, look how nice senior brother is. He’s in the second year of high school and still helping our class.”

After she spoke, another tall girl quietly tugged her sleeve and whispered, “Don’t you want to read ‘Legend of Piao Miao’ anymore? I heard the latest chapter reveals whether Snow Er was really taken away…”

“Ah!” The freckled girl froze briefly, then laughed awkwardly, “But Xiwen, maybe you’re busy. That’s okay, that’s okay.”

Li Huanwen was feeling pleased with himself but was infuriated to hear his admirer change her tune. He said, “If Xiwen just sits down and talks with us now, it won’t take long. We just want to hear his ideas, not criticize him.”

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