Chapter 013: Her Name Is Bai Chuwei?

For the past few days, Duan Xingye had not been having an easy time. He’d learned that the legendary miracle doctor on Cloud Mist Mountain truly existed, but the men his fourth uncle had sent to the Shuangbai Road villa complex had searched every house and still failed to find Bai Chuwei.

At least his grandfather had managed to eat a bit of those vegetables—whether it was psychological or not, Duan Xingye felt his grandfather seemed to be improving.

But this was only a temporary solution; the real cure depended on finding that miracle doctor.

Who would have expected she would deliver herself straight to his doorstep by transferring into their class!

Just moments ago, Duan Xingye had slumped over his desk, listless and despondent; but now, he was suddenly energized as if injected with adrenaline. His eyes shone astonishingly bright. As he raised his hand to wave at Bai Chuwei, his shirt lifted, revealing a broad stretch of fair, defined abs, eliciting a chorus of excited squeals from the girls in class.

Bai Chuwei glanced over, then, standing at the front, announced her name.

Duan Xingye called out at once, “Bai Chuwei, sit next to me—let’s be desk mates!”

The moment he said this, the girls’ jealous glares shot toward Bai Chuwei like daggers, infusing the classroom with an unmistakable air of envy.

A plump girl muttered sourly, “Wasn’t Duan Xingye supposed to be uninterested in girls? Bai Chuwei is just too beautiful and graceful—even Duan Xingye can’t resist! She’s so lucky!”

A nearby boy practically drooled. “Isn’t it Duan Xingye who’s lucky? Having such a gorgeous girl sit beside him. Is Xu Xingchen going to give up his seat?”

So, the boy who had driven her down the mountain last time was actually the cannon fodder side character of this novel: Duan Xingye.

Bai Chuwei’s expression shifted slightly as she looked at Duan Xingye, then her gaze landed on the boy beside him.

Xu Xingchen—the protagonist of this novel.

Xu Xingchen bit his lip and teased with a smile, “If you want her to sit there, Xingye, I can move.”

With that, Xu Xingchen graciously stood up, gathered his books, and moved to another seat, freeing up the spot for Bai Chuwei.

Bai Chuwei offered Xu Xingchen a meaningful smile. “Thank you.”

Xu Xingchen, the main character of the story, would journey with the heroine Tong Qingyan from school days into adulthood; the author had promised a sweet romance, with the original, foolish female supporting character suffering endlessly.

Xu Xingchen was the archetype of the handsome, strong, yet tragic hero. In truth, he was the illegitimate son of the main Duan family branch, Duan Xingye’s half-brother. Once Duan Xingye died, Xu Xingchen would officially join the Duan family.

Poor Duan Xingye—he never realized, even in death, that the friend he trusted most was actually his half-brother, destined to seize his inheritance.

And Duan Feihan, the fourth uncle, would become the villain, forever at odds with Xu Xingchen.

Suddenly, a tall, imposing figure flashed through Bai Chuwei’s mind. Could the “Tang Monk’s flesh” sitting in the back seat that day have been Duan Feihan?

“Miracle Doctor Bai, have a seat!” Duan Xingye was overjoyed, not the least bit self-conscious as he used his sleeve to wipe her seat clean, inviting her to sit.

“Miracle Doctor Bai, my grandfather has improved a lot because of you—thank you so much!”

On the podium, Zhou Feng’s face betrayed doubt. Miracle doctor?

Everyone at the school had heard that Duan Xingye’s grandfather was gravely ill and the entire Duan family had been searching for a miracle doctor. Could it be that Bai Chuwei had studied medicine?

Maybe it was just nerves, but Zhou Feng suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

His expression grew uneasy—should he really take a day off to get checked at the hospital? Was it really necessary to make such a big deal over a single comment from a transfer student?

Unable to decide, Zhou Feng coughed lightly. “Alright, it’s time for class—let’s not talk anymore.”

Duan Xingye didn’t care in the slightest. He pulled a black phone from his drawer, opened WeChat, and quickly sent a message:

“Xingye here: Fourth Uncle! I’ve found the miracle doctor! Bai Chuwei is my new desk mate!”

A minute later, a reply arrived:

“Duan Feihan: Her name is Bai Chuwei?”

Duan Xingye: “??”

Why was it that his fourth uncle’s focus was always so baffling?