My Years as the Pure Love Interest at the Noble Academy

Hang Feng turned his head, looking at Shen Yujing expressionlessly, his eyes conveying a clear message—

"You better have something important to say."

Shen Yujing looked at him with sincere eyes and said, "Actually, there's something I've wanted to ask you for a long time."

Hang Feng: "Speak."

Shen Yujing: "My parents say your family background is extraordinary and your identity is special, so what's your real background?"

Hang Feng: "..."

He really wanted to curse now, truly.

Since Shen Yujing already knew his identity was special, did he think asking so directly would get him an honest answer?

When Song Yi heard Shen Yujing bring up this question, she also became curious.

In the original plot, Hang Feng's background was only briefly mentioned, saying he was an illegitimate child from some mysterious family. Even at the grand finale, it was never truly revealed, remaining an enigma.

So Song Yi chimed in: "Yeah, what's your background?"

Hang Feng: "..."

These two must be sick in the head.

Hang Feng took a deep breath, not wanting to answer this question, and turned his head back around, leaving them with only a view of his proud back.

Because Hang Feng wouldn't answer, Song Yi and Shen Yujing started discussing among themselves.

Shen Yujing said, "My family's in business, and among all the people we know, there's no one with the surname Hang. Could his family be in politics?"

"Probably not," Song Yi rejected Shen Yujing's guess and shared her own theory. "Based on my novel-reading experience, I think the more mysterious someone is, the more likely they're of noble birth. I suspect Hang Feng might have royal blood from some foreign royal family."

After all, in the original plot, the only keyword about Hang Feng's background was "mysterious family." What kind of identity would be worthy of being called mysterious in such a Mary Sue novel?

Song Yi thought about it and still felt royal lineage was the most likely possibility, because then Hang Feng would be a genuine prince.

"I think what you're saying makes sense." Shen Yujing turned to Song Yi in surprise and added, "Now that you mention it, I suddenly notice how deep Hang Feng's eyes are. If he's mixed-race, everything would make sense."

Hang Feng: "..."

Exactly what made sense?

Song Yi asked further: "Then which country's prince could he be?"

"Don't know, let me check," Shen Yujing said as he took out his phone and opened Baidu. "Let's see which country's people look like him."

Song Yi reminded him: "He might not look too similar, since he probably only has half royal blood."

Sitting in front of them, Hang Feng had heard their entire conversation. While his expression remained calm, his hands were clenched at his sides, his whole body trembling slightly with suppressed emotion.

Who gossips about someone's identity so openly, as if making sure he could hear every word?

Were these two idiots? What nonsense were they talking about?! He wasn't mixed-race! Would anyone show him some respect?!

He couldn't take it anymore, he really couldn't.

He couldn't stay in this place for another minute; he needed to leave, to go somewhere without Shen Yujing and Song Yi, to find some peace.

So when the bus stopped at a red light, Hang Feng didn't hesitate to get up and move to an empty seat in front.

With no extra person beside him now, Jiang Yiheng also felt more at ease.

In some way, perhaps Jiang Yiheng should thank Song Yi and Shen Yujing for driving Hang Feng away.

Thinking this, Jiang Yiheng closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, preparing to take a short rest.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind—

"Eh? Why did Hang Feng leave?"

Shen Yujing: "Don't know, could it be that we guessed his identity correctly and he's afraid of being exposed?"

Song Yi disagreed: "Probably not. Wasn't his identity supposed to be very mysterious and special? If we really guessed correctly, he would have threatened us to keep quiet, not just walk away."

Shen Yujing agreed, "You make sense. Then what else could have made Hang Feng suddenly leave?"

Song Yi: "Have you considered that the problem might not be with us? I have a bold theory!"

Shen Yujing was curious and asked, "What is it?"

Without realizing it, Jiang Yiheng's attention was also drawn to their conversation. He perked up his ears, suddenly wanting to know why Hang Feng left too.

The next moment, Song Yi's voice rang out confidently—

"I suspect Jiang Yiheng has smelly feet!"

Shen Yujing: "?"

Jiang Yiheng: "...?"

Murong Huan: "!!!"

Murong Huan was the first to speak up, looking at Song Yi with rare anger in her eyes, "Yi Yi! Don't talk nonsense."

Song Yi looked at Murong Huan seriously and asked, "Isn't it possible? Has Jiang Yiheng ever taken off his shoes in front of you? Are you really sure he doesn't have smelly feet? If it's not because of his smelly feet, then why would Hang Feng leave?"

Song Yi thought carefully. Hang Feng and Jiang Yiheng were similar in some ways; both were quiet and reserved, though Hang Feng was a bit more extreme.

But since this method could drive away Hang Feng and make him so repulsed by her, maybe it would work equally well on Jiang Yiheng!

This series of questions left Murong Huan stunned, or rather, completely brainwashed.

That's right.

Whenever she saw Jiang Yiheng, he was always properly and neatly dressed. She had never seen him wearing slippers or barefoot.

Could it be... no way... what if...

Murong Huan looked at Jiang Yiheng with doubt and sympathy in her beautiful big eyes, and carefully asked as if afraid of hurting his self-esteem: "Is it true?"

Jiang Yiheng: "..."

Enough, that's enough, he couldn't take it anymore either.

Wasn't it obvious why Hang Feng left? Of course it was because Song Yi and Shen Yujing were annoying! Why hadn't he realized this earlier?

He wasn't surprised that Song Yi and Shen Yujing could say such things, but what was wrong with Murong Huan? This series of questions made Jiang Yiheng's headache return.

So Jiang Yiheng closed his eyes, deciding to completely ignore their existence.

It's okay, just wait until they reach their destination, it won't be long, he can endure this.

But Jiang Yiheng's silence led to their misunderstanding, or rather, his retreat made them even more presumptuous.

Song Yi's voice was full of sympathy: "Such a young man, of all ailments to get, he got smelly feet."

Shen Yujing took the opportunity to smear Jiang Yiheng's reputation, eliminating this potential competitor, saying: "Modern medicine is so advanced, minor illnesses are easy to cure, but there's no solution for smelly feet, it's a lifelong condition."

Song Yi nodded, strongly agreeing with Shen Yujing's words, and gave Murong Huan a sympathetic look.

As if saying: How unfortunate, the man you like has smelly feet.

Shen Yujing got more excited and continued: "Smelly feet isn't a disease, but when it stinks, it's deadly. Think about it, every day you're in your warm, happy home, with lovely roses in vases, delicious food on the table, how wonderful, right? But what happens? This beautiful life gets ruined at night! Because at night, your boyfriend comes home! Once he arrives, the smell of his feet overpowers all these pleasant scents, and all beauty is destroyed in an instant!"

As soon as Shen Yujing finished speaking, Jiang Yiheng in the front row stood up, not caring that the vehicle was still moving, and walked straight to a seat further forward.

Shen Yujing still seemed very excited and continued asking Song Yi, "So, could you date a boyfriend with smelly feet? Absolutely not! It seriously affects quality of life! Am I right?"

Song Yi was stunned by Shen Yujing's outburst, but finally nodded, "Right, we can't."

Hearing Song Yi's response, Shen Yujing looked quite satisfied.

Watching Jiang Yiheng's retreating figure, Song Yi felt deeply moved, tears almost welling up in her eyes.

Aww, sure enough! Jiang Yiheng got annoyed too! She was so clever!

Song Yi was excited inside, but on the surface, she still pretended to ask Shen Yujing innocently, "Why did he leave too?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Shen Yujing raised his head confidently, "Because we discovered the truth about his smelly feet, of course he's feeling insecure! So he had to get away!"

Song Yi: "..."

She felt like she was playing dumb, but Shen Yujing might actually be truly stupid.

Meanwhile, Murong Huan was still lost in thought about Shen Yujing's previous question.

Could she date a boyfriend who had smelly feet?

This question seemed quite serious.

For anyone else, it would definitely be a no, but this was Jiang Yiheng.

This tiny... tiny tiny flaw, she couldn't back down because of it.

So Murong Huan took out her phone and sent a WeChat message to the butler.

[Help me find doctors who treat foot odor, bring them to the capital no matter the cost]

Beside her, Quan Le had been leaning his head against the car window for a while, half-asleep with his eyes closed, when he suddenly started retching.

Murong Huan asked with a slight headache: "Weren't you feeling better? Why did it start again?"

"I don't know..."

Quan Le shook his head painfully, feeling dizzy, when he suddenly remembered the words he had just heard.

Entering keywords—

Jiang Yiheng, smelly feet.

Outputting—

Quan Le covered his chest with one hand, head hanging low, and replied weakly: "Maybe it's because I got sick from Jiang Yiheng's smelly feet."

Murong Huan placed her hand over her eyes and leaned back in her seat resignedly.

This is so painful.

Why did it take all these years for her to discover Jiang Yiheng's flaw?

It turns out that even the most perfect person has their own defects.

It's just smelly feet, right? No problem! Even if Jiang Yiheng has given up on himself, as long as she doesn't give up on him, there must be a way to cure it completely!!!

*

In the car, front seats.

Hang Feng frowned at Jiang Yiheng sitting beside him and asked: "Why did you come too?"

Jiang Yiheng lowered his gaze, "What do you think?"

Hang Feng: "..."

After a while, both of them leaned back in their seats, closing their eyes to rest.

Well... never mind...

Experiencing the current tranquility, the same thought floated through both Hang Feng and Jiang Yiheng's minds—

A world without Song Yi and Shen Yujing is so peaceful.

How nice.