Chapter 216: Chapter 216

Zhang Linong said he was leaving, and Zhao Guodong, not being a fool, shook off his hand and looked towards Ye Ling.

Wang Ping also had no idea what was going on between the two, watching them from the side.

Ye Ling was even more confused, not knowing what was happening with these two, and remained silent, just watching them. Zhao Guodong was impatient and pointed directly at the lunch box in Ye Ling’s hand, "Who sent you this food?"

"Nobody. Why?" Ye Ling didn’t tell the truth.

The main reason was that she didn’t think it necessary; besides, even if she didn’t say anything, could Zhao Guodong really deduce just from a lunch box that it was sent by Xiang Weilai?

It actually wasn’t a big deal, and Ye Ling felt there was no need for Zhao Guodong to get upset because of it. That’s why she didn’t tell the truth. However, she didn’t expect that not telling the truth would become a problem, as she didn’t care enough to cover her lie properly.

"If it was no one, then who was it?" Zhao Guodong asked further relentlessly.

Ye Ling didn’t understand why he was pressing this question, but before she could answer, Zhang Linong was already dragging Zhao Guodong outside, waving his hand at Ye Ling, "Get some more rest, I’ll bring you breakfast tomorrow morning."

Wang Ping didn’t understand what was going on and followed them out.

The whole dormitory was stunned, not knowing what the deal was; Ji Hong just smirked mockingly, already aware that Ye Ling wasn’t one to settle down quietly, having tangled with numerous guys, and now inevitably encountering problems. More of these issues would surely arise; unfortunately, she had tests coming up, or she could witness what happens next.

Ye Ling didn’t care about others’ gazes but couldn’t fathom what Zhao Guodong was angry about. Holding the lunch box, she finally took a closer look at it. It wasn’t until she noticed the paper with a name taped to the corner of the box with transparent tape that she finally understood.

On the paper, "Xiang Weilai" was written very clearly. And she had lied about it. Zhao Guodong never got along well with Liu Zhiyuan and his group, no wonder he was questioning her.

Understanding this, Ye Ling couldn’t help but shake her head with a smile. They were indeed just kids; such a small matter wasn’t worth getting angry over. But Ye Ling was surprised Xiang Weilai sent her food, and she decided to properly thank him tomorrow. Carrying this sentiment from Xiang Weilai, Ye Ling felt it was something important she kept thinking about.

Then looking at the lunch box Zhang Linong had left, Ye Ling opened it. The white rice and chicken porridge had a mild aroma, alongside peeled boiled eggs, looked appetizing. Although Ye Ling was already full, she picked up the spoon to eat about half of it. Now, the weather wasn’t too cold or hot, so it wouldn’t spoil overnight. After opening the lid and placing it on the window sill, Ye Ling finally lay down.

But she sat up immediately as she realized something: the window was open. She usually kept her bed curtain closed, so she hadn’t noticed whether the window behind the bed was open. It was only due to putting the lunch box away that she noticed it, and no wonder she caught a cold! It must have been the evening chill.

Ye Ling got out of bed, put on her shoes, and called up to Ji Hong on the upper bunk, "You opened the window, didn’t you?"

Having eaten, she felt more spirited, and her mind was working better.

"What window?" Ji Hong didn’t understand but glanced back to see the open window, exclaiming, "When did the window open?"

"Wasn’t it you who opened it?"

Ji Hong was annoyed, "Ye Ling, why is it that whenever something happens, you think it’s me? I sleep by the window too, if it’s open, I’m the one feeling the draft, right? Why would I do that?"

Seeing Ji Hong denying it, Ye Ling confirmed it wasn’t her. Though annoying, Ji Hong was the type to own up to what she did, especially small matters . Judging by her expression, Ye Ling knew it wasn’t her. She ignored Ji Hong and glanced around the dormitory.

Wan Li, being straightforward, waved her hand, "Wasn’t us for sure. Why would we do that?" Follow current novels on novèlfire.net

"Ye Ling, although we’re not very close normally, there’s no deep hatred either, no need for such sneaky actions. Don’t look at us with that suspicious gaze, as if we actually did something." Shao Guangli replied sarcastically.

Wan Li quickly tugged at her, then awkwardly smiled at Ye Ling, "Ye Ling, don’t take it to heart, she always speaks her mind directly, no harm intended towards you."

Ye Ling knew long ago that Shao Guangli didn’t like her, but they didn’t have much interaction, like water and wells not bothering each other, so there was never conflict. Now having upgraded to higher schooling, Ye Ling saw no need to burn bridges, so she merely nodded at Wan Li.

Eventually, her gaze landed on Wang Xiaohong.

"Who saw it was me who did it? You’re formidable, but you can’t just assume it’s my fault. You often offend people, who knows who might be upset with you and cause you trouble. In the dormitory, all of us have a buddy, except Dong Juan who is alone, so ask her."

Dong Juan’s face turned red, unable to argue with Wang Xiaohong, just biting her lip and keeping silent on the upper bunk. Ye Ling coldly said to Wang Xiaohong, "Stop picking on the weak, I’ll drop the window issue for now without evidence, although it caused my illness. But your plan didn’t work, I’m aware of my capabilities. So let’s end these little tricks here. If it doesn’t affect me, there’s no issue. Otherwise, if caught again, don’t blame me for being unfriendly."

Ye Ling walked out, closed the window, returned inside the room, secured it, then got back in bed to rest. After this episode, the dormitory was quiet, even Wang Xiaohong hadn’t chided back despite holding the advantage. The dormitory remained peaceful for the night, perhaps some were guilty or Ye Ling’s words disrupted the harmonious atmosphere; regardless, everyone felt rather subdued.

Early the next morning, Ye Ling woke up feeling better, washed her face, looked at the leftover porridge in the lunch box, and remembered the window opened by someone with ill intent. Although reluctant, she didn’t eat the remaining porridge, fearing someone may have poisoned it to upset her stomach.

Having school mishaps led Ye Ling to wonder sometimes, despite her knowledge spanning two lifetimes, who was real and who was fake, sometimes thinking being alone was simple without fear of schemes. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with recommendations and monthly votes; your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)