Locking Love Curse

Chapter6

For a whole week—six days of classes plus seven evening study sessions—Tyler Zhao couldn't come up with a single feasible plan.

Meng Xiaohan never accepted anything from male students, and Tyler didn't have any close female friends who could help him deliver gifts.

She did carry a pink thermos like most of her classmates, but since her home was close to school and she went home for lunch and dinner, the thermos rarely gave him any opportunity to slip anything inside.

Just a little bit, just a tiny amount—he was certain that even if he could just wipe the rim of her water cup with his semen-stained fingers and let Meng Xiaohan touch it, everything would be a success.

He had also prepared a syringe, planning to inject it into something of Meng Xiaohan's. But her routine at school was too regular, and there were always too many people in the classroom—he had no opportunity.

The best times to act would actually be during lunch break and the period before evening study hall, especially lunch break. Most students who stayed would be napping, and the few scattered ones would be listening to music, chatting, or dating in the back rows—hardly anyone would pay attention to anything else.

But during those times, all Meng Xiaohan left in her desk were textbooks and reference materials that could stay in the classroom.

With final exams approaching, Tyler fell into helpless anxiety. Once exams ended and they officially became seniors, they would enter an even more tense and high-pressure phase—his opportunities would likely become even fewer.

He had considered deliberately not bringing his water bottle to ask Meng Xiaohan for a drink, but even if she didn't find it strange for him to borrow water from a girl, according to unspoken rules, when boys drank from girls' bottles, their lips couldn't touch the rim. Even if it meant spilling water all over himself by drinking awkwardly, he couldn't abandon basic courtesy.

He had also considered buying fruit to distribute to Meng Xiaohan and the students around her under the pretext of exam preparation. After all, the girls in that area basically knew he was interested in Meng Xiaohan, so it shouldn't arouse suspicion. But the problem was that Meng Xiaohan would almost certainly not eat it. No matter how enthusiastic he was, she would just accept it politely, put it in her desk, take it home after school, and the next day bring him an equivalent gift in return.

He was certain that Meng Xiaohan would never eat the fruit she took home.

If her mother ate it instead, the consequences would be unthinkable.

He didn't want to become Meng Xiaohan's stepfather, so he had to abandon this plan.

Tyler, who had to bring a fresh syringe of semen in his backpack every morning, was beginning to feel like a madman. If his classmates discovered it, if it was reported to the teachers, he didn't know how he could explain that he wasn't a pervert.

That Friday, a sudden downpour finally gave him a perfect opportunity.

During lunch break, because of the heavy rain, several times more people than usual stayed at school. Several teachers ate at the school cafeteria, and Meng Xiaohan, for once, didn't go home either.

He leaned against the railing, carefully confirming that Meng Xiaohan had only put her raincoat over her bicycle that wasn't covered by the canopy, rather than wading through water to go home. His joy was indescribable. He immediately rushed downstairs, not even bothering with an umbrella as he charged into the cafeteria, ate his meal at the fastest speed possible, and was the first to return to the classroom.

There were only two couples in the classroom who liked to eat their lunch together in the back row, hidden behind propped-up reference books. He was the first to finish eating and return.

He tried to make himself inconspicuous, quietly walking behind Meng Xiaohan's seat, holding his breath as he glanced back.

The bottle was there!

That pink thermos was really there!

In that instant, he almost saw angels of happiness circling above his head, playing love songs.

He pretended to act nonchalantly and returned to his own seat three rows away.

Taking out the syringe directly would be too dangerous—he didn't dare be so blatant. After considering for a moment, he reached into his backpack, removed the needle cap, and squeezed some of that sticky, slippery substance onto his left index finger.

Then, while most of the students hadn't returned yet, he checked on the two couples and confirmed they were completely absorbed in their intimate lunch, oblivious to everything else. He quickly slipped over to Meng Xiaohan's seat.

When he unscrewed the pink thermos, his heart was practically jumping out of his throat. He had no doubt that if a teacher had walked through the back door at that moment and shouted "Tyler Zhao, what are you doing!" he would have had a heart attack and died on the spot.

The cup still contained about a quarter of water, steaming hot.

He extended his index finger and carefully traced the inner rim of the stainless steel cup, making sure the transparent fluid had adhered to the surface before carefully screwing the cap back on, returning it to the desk, and sneaking back to his seat like a thief, taking out his electronic dictionary to play games absentmindedly.

The next half hour felt unprecedentedly long. He had never imagined time could pass so slowly—so slowly that he felt if he went out to run three kilometers right now, he could break a world record.

Finally, Meng Xiaohan's figure appeared at the back door. She walked shoulder to shoulder with several girls she had eaten with, chatting and laughing as they passed the corridor outside the classroom window and entered the room together.

Seeing her neat short hair with slight raindrops, her delicate face with a thin blush, and her small mouth curved in an intoxicating smile, Tyler felt that even the dim classroom had become brighter than on the sunniest days.

Drink water, drink water... please, please drink some water. He lay behind his propped-up books, nervously stealing glances at Meng Xiaohan's area from the edge.

No one would suspect him of such behavior. In the past two months, people who knew he liked Meng Xiaohan had spread throughout the class. After getting through the most difficult period, he could now quite openly gaze at his dream goddess.

But the girls gathered in a circle, and Meng Xiaohan wasn't even sitting in her own seat. They formed a circle, chattering non-stop, occasionally bursting into pleasant, clear laughter.

It's okay, when everyone comes back, some people will want to rest, and when they want to rest, the girls won't feel comfortable chatting. Just wait a little longer, a little longer will be fine. He irritably knocked his head and continued lying on his desk, watching.

Sitting in Meng Xiaohan's seat was Tara Fang. Among these girls, she laughed the loudest, and even though she was also the most beautiful when she laughed, he still felt somewhat disgusted.

He preferred more reserved and dignified girls. He was reluctant to even be friends with overly lively and outgoing girls.

Unexpectedly, Tara Fang turned to glance in his direction, just catching him observing them. She covered her mouth and let out another string of laughter, saying something quietly that made Meng Xiaohan's face turn slightly red as she slapped her.

They must be making fun of him... they must be. Tyler bitterly pulled his face back, hiding behind his thick books.

Yes... with no particular strengths, average looks, average height, and except for being somewhat articulate around familiar people, he had almost nothing to show for himself. If others wanted to praise him, they could probably only manage to say his essays were decent.

And Meng Xiaohan? Excellent grades, pretty appearance, gentle personality. If the boys in class were to rank girls by beauty, they might think of her by fifth place, but if they were choosing future wives, no one would dare claim first place if she took second.

The number of boys who wanted to confess to Meng Xiaohan probably exceeded even the two class beauties. He dejectedly buried his face in his arms, wondering how many girls mocked him behind his back as a toad lusting after swan meat—probably at least a double-digit number.

He tore off a piece of skin from beside his fingernail. When he felt nervous with nothing to do, he couldn't help but make such gestures. It hurt slightly, but as long as he was careful, it wouldn't bleed.

Putting the torn skin in his mouth and chewing it carefully, he poked his head out and looked over again.

Then he saw a scene he had never expected.

Tara Fang was smiling as she picked up Meng Xiaohan's thermos, unscrewed the cap, and drank all the remaining water in big gulps.

Not a drop was left.