Chapter 78

Chapter 78 - Body Weight Less than 50 Kilograms

While some of the girls in the class were swooning over Ye Hao, a girl from the next class approached him with her head bowed. She handed Ye Hao an envelope and whispered, “I wrote you this letter.”

With that, she quickly walked away.

Ye Hao gazed at the pink envelope in his hand, wondering, “Could this be a love letter?”

After a brief pause, Ye Hao chuckled to himself. He slipped the letter into his pocket, intending to rejoin his group.

Just then, someone stepped in front of him, blocking his way.

“Ye Hao.”

Bai Hehua swung her hand at Ye Hao's face, but he swiftly dodged.

Ye Hao caught Bai Hehua's wrist and asked, “What's going on?”

“You're despicable,” Bai Hehua hissed through clenched teeth.

“What are you talking about?” Ye Hao was perplexed.

“You're a piece of trash!”

“Bai Hehua, have you lost your mind?” Ye Hao's face grew stern. He wasn't close to Bai Hehua and had no clue why she was lashing out at him.

Before Bai Hehua could say more, Zhang Lan hurried over and asked, “Bai Hehua, what are you doing?”

“I'm trying to get justice for you.”

“There's no need,” Zhang Lan replied firmly.

“He's obviously your boyfriend, yet he's so close with other girls. Why defend him?”

Zhang Lan's face turned icy as she said, “Bai Hehua, I've already told you not to meddle in my affairs.”

“Zhang Lan.”

Zhang Lan didn't respond, but her steady gaze met Bai Hehua's.

With a soft sigh, Bai Hehua said, “Zhang Lan, you're being foolish.”

“Yes.”

Shaking her head, Bai Hehua walked away.

Zhang Lan gave Ye Hao an apologetic look and said, “I'm sorry.”

Ye Hao opened his mouth to speak but ultimately remained silent.

Back with his group, Ye Hao noticed his classmates whispering and pointing at him.

He felt a sense of resignation.

“Ye Hao, aren't you going to read the love letter Xu Mengmeng sent you?” Zheng Xiaolong nudged him.

“Do you know that girl?”

Zhang Lan let out a yelp of pain, which soon began to ease.

“Your bones are back in place. Ye Hao, please help Zhang Lan walk,” Ho Jing instructed, sensing her reluctance to ask for help.

“I can walk on my own,” Zhang Lan protested, her face flushed.

“Walking alone will only make your foot swell,” Ho Jing cautioned. Standing up, he addressed the others, “The rest of you, keep going.”

Once the classmates had dispersed, Ye Hao spoke gently, “Let's go.”

Zhang Lan nodded, but a sharp pain shot through her left foot as she tried to put weight on it.

Seeing her wince, Ye Hao crouched down before her. “I'll carry you.”

“No,” she refused.

“Don't say no to me.”

“No,” she insisted.

Ignoring her protests, Ye Hao scooped her up in his arms.

Zhang Lan was taken aback, momentarily speechless.

As Ye Hao started moving forward, Zhang Lan's thoughts cleared.

“Put me down, please.”

“I will, but only if you agree to let me carry you.”

“Fine,” she conceded, not wanting to risk further embarrassment in front of her peers.

Ye Hao gently set her down, then squatted and invited, “Climb on.”

Looking at his sturdy frame, Zhang Lan bit her lip and climbed onto his back. Her chest pressed tightly against Ye Hao's back, causing her face to heat up.

”Your breasts aren't small,” Ye Hao remarked abruptly.

“What?” Zhang Lan gasped, caught off guard.

“I used to think they were small, but that doesn't seem to be the case,” he observed.

“Shut up.”

Ye Hao realized Zhang Lan didn't want to discuss the issue, so he fell silent.

He walked with such steadiness that there was no risk of Zhang Lan falling off.

After about ten minutes, Zhang Lan inquired, “Are you tired?”

“You barely weigh fifty kilograms; how could I possibly be tired?”

Zhang Lan retorted indignantly, “I weigh forty-eight kilograms, thank you very much.”

“If you hadn't mentioned that, I would have forgotten something.”

“What's that?”

“Women who weigh less than fifty kilograms are either petite or not particularly well-endowed.”