Chapter 51: CH 50

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When Xia Zhiye returned to the dorms, he discovered that there was no one inside, and there was only an undulating lump on the bed covered with a blanket.

And when the door opened, releasing a ‘creaking’ sound, that lump under the blanket stiffened in a way that was visible to the naked eye and immediately stopped its movements.

He could roughly imagine the brain circuits of a certain someone who tried to deceive the evil spirits by pretending to be dead. Xia Zhiye lowered his head and chuckled, then bent over and stretched out his index finger to pick up a corner of the quilt, and tentatively called out: “Yan ge?”

His Yan ge laid perfectly straight under the covers, shutting his eyes without saying anything at all.

“Are you asleep?” Xia Zhiye asked despite knowing the answer, just wanting to tease Song Yan. Seeing that Song Yan continued to pretend to be dead, as if he was speaking to himself, he leisurely said, “Are you really asleep? Then I’ll do something shameful……”

“Xia Zhiye, what do you want to do?”

Song Yan opened his eyes wide, and coldly interrogated the other.

Xia Zhiye gazed at that little face that was a bit red after being smother, and laughed: “What could I possibly do? At most I can only steal a kiss.”

“……”

Song Yan grit his teeth, then grabbed the pillow beside his hand, throwing it at the other.

But as a result, just after throwing it over, he grasped his waist and took a slight breath.

Xia Zhiye caught the pillow, then took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the bed and massaged the other’s waist: “Lay down, don’t move around.”

Song Yan struggled for a moment, and was just about to ask Xia Zhiye if he was about to mess around, when he felt something cool affixed to his waist.

“It’s the secret recipe of an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor. I specially lined up early in the morning to buy it for you.”

But as a result, after bringing it home, his future boyfriend was nowhere to be found.

As if admonishing the other, Xia Zhiye used a bit of extra force.

He pressed down on Song Yan’s waist, tickling him, and the other couldn’t help but curl his toes up.

This small movement completely couldn’t escape Xia Zhiye’s sights.

Looks like eldest master Song’s small, slender waist was not only soft, but was also very sensitive. While Xia Zhiye brazenly appreciated the two pretty little back dimples as he stuck the medicine on, he lowered his head to chuckle.

Song Yan leaned against his pillow and was totally unaware to it all, and even felt a bit ashamed about the fact that he was unhappy after he was unable to find Xia Zhiye this morning, and stuffily tossed out a: “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Xia Zhiye was very easy to deal with, and after he applied the medicated patch, he helped Song Yan pull down his shirt and arranged it neatly for him, “Get up and eat your take out.”

Only then did Song Yan remember that he forgot about his take out due to fear. He climbed down off of his bed, sat at his desk, and took apart the tableware.

But with a glance, Xia Zhiye discovered something wrong with the trash can in the dormitory: “You didn’t eat lunch?”

Song Yan’s hands in the midst of breaking apart the chopsticks froze, but he quickly resumed his movements with ease: “I went out to eat and didn’t order takeout.”

As if Xia Zhiye would believe his lies. He sat next to the other, leaned in, his finger curled and he lightly knocked against the table.

Song Yan didn’t dare look back out of guilt: “Go away, don’t bother me while I’m eating.”

“If I go away will you eat well? Then why didn’t you eat well this afternoon?” Xia Zhiye normally allowed Song Yan to have the final say, but he never backed down regarding these kinds of questions. He continued to ask forcefully, “Do you think that you’re not thin enough? Did you forget that the last time we went to the hospital, the doctor said you should strive for a healthy weight?”

Song Yan originally felt guilty. But when he was interrogated by the other, he felt vexed: “I just forgot to eat this afternoon, it’s not like a huge problem. What else do you want?”

“I want you to eat with me everyday.”

“?”

Xia Zhiye put his head on his hand, looked over at the other, and his fingers gently tapped against the table: “I’ll respect your 21 days of cold treatment. But you have to eat all three meals with me, or else you won’t eat well, and I have no choice but to go report to grandma, and grandma will lecture me again.”

Song Yan stared at Xia Zhiye’s slightly curved eyes that carried a smile: “……”

It wasn’t impossible.

He looked away: “Up to you. If you want to report it, then report it. At night, aunty is going to inspect the rooms, so it’s fine for you to sleep in the dorms. But you have to comply with all the other regulations.”

“OK1, no problem.”

It was only the first day of their 21 day cold treatment, and they had already abolished two clauses of their unequal treaty, and Xia Zhiye was very satisfied.

He smiled as he stood up, gathered up the dirty clothes that Song Yan had changed out of, and walked towards the pink Hello Kitty laundry machine on the balcony.

As a self-aware good man, he could start settling his household debts ahead of time.

Meanwhile, Song Yan ate his dinner and watched the rear view of Xia Zhiye proficiently cleaning up the dorms, and felt ashamed yet also felt that something wasn’t quite right.

But after pondering over it for a long while, he really couldn’t put his finger on it, only knowing that with the tall Xia Zhiye poking out in the dorms, the surrounding yang energy2 grew much heavier.

After eating, he then completed two packs of English listening questions, and only then did he wash up and get into bed.

To his surprise, Xia Zhiye was very respectful of the 21 day cold treatment rules, and just sat to the side, completing questions along with him. From beginning to end, the other didn’t say a single word to him.

Song Yan felt that it was very good like this, and comfortably laid down in bed, turned off the lights, and sensed Xia Zhiye’s gentle, even breaths. He slowly shut his eyes, then he quickly fell deep asleep.

Probably because he didn’t sleep well yesterday, he was particularly exhausted today. Song Yan nearly had no dreams all night, and it wasn’t until he was extremely dry-mouthed that he wake up.

He blearily sat up in bed, and was just about to step out to get a cup of water, when the ‘bang’ing sound of something hitting the window suddenly could be heard.

Song Yan was startled, and when he realized what had happened, Xia Zhiye’s voice had already reverberated throughout his brain as lightly as a feather — ‘That student lived on the sixth floor, which was the top-most floor of No.3 Middle High’s dormitories. The rooftop was sealed, and no one was above him.’

Song Yan: “……”

Fuck.

He thought of the deserted and endless corridor, as well as the water dispenser located at the other end of the corridor. Song Yan gritted his teeth. Xia Zhiye, that huge dumbass, why did he have to mention this kind of ghost story.

So, adhering to the principle that ‘as long as I’m not having a good time, then the people who hurt me also can’t have a good time’, Song Yan turned on the lights in the room, then stood beside the bed, staring at Xia Zhiye’s handsome face sleeping peacefully on the upper bed, and coldly shouted out three words: “Xia Zhiye.”

Xia Zhiye heard the sound, bewilderedly opened his eyes. He saw Song Yan, then with a husky voice, confusedly asked: “Good boy, what’s wrong.”

“I want to drink water.”

Song Yan spoke concisely and comprehensively.

Upon hearing this, Xia Zhiye, whose brain was completely muddled out of sleep, didn’t think too much about it. With his eyes half open, he climbed down from the bed, then he blindly grabbed Song Yan’s thermos from the desk, and as if he was sleep walking, he floated towards the other end of the corridor. He quickly hugged Song Yan’s full thermos and floated back over, then placed it right into Song Yan’s hands, who had been sitting by the bed.

From beginning to end, the entire process went very smoothly, as if he instinctively completed this via muscle memory.

Furthermore, the water in his thermos had been perfectly tempered with half warm water and half cold water, just perfectly suiting Song Yan’s taste, who drank it all with one gulp.

How could there be someone who remembered such details despite being so dazed, as if he had already done it plenty of times in the past, so much so that he was still able to subconsciously complete it well despite being half asleep.

Only then did Song Yan suddenly realize that every morning when he woke up, there would be a cup of water where the temperature was just right. Furthermore, he would dawdle in bed every morning, and had absolutely no time to line up to fill up his thermos during the peak period of water use.

But he was too rushed in the morning, to the extent that he had never had the time to consider exactly where this thermos full of water came from.

He raised his head to look at Xia Zhiye, and was just about to say something, when Xia Zhiye truly could no longer support himself. With eyes tightly shut, the other’s head plopped onto his shoulder, and both of his hands also seized the opportunity to wrap itself around Song Yan’s waist.

Song Yan: “? Xia Zhiye?”

He called out, but the other didn’t wake up.

Song Yan was just about to raise his voice, but Xia Zhiye hugged him, then the other buried his head into Song Yan’s neck and nuzzled against him: “Tired.”

At that moment, Song Yan suddenly thought of the first night he arrived in NanWu, when Xia Zhiye also dazedly climbed into his bed, and hugged him throughout the night.

That night was also the first time in a long, long time, where he didn’t need to take medicine to have a good night’s rest.

So some people were perhaps sent by heaven to save you. Even if it was only the first time, you could feel the indescribable goodwill as if it were a magnetic field.

At that moment, Song Yan suddenly didn’t really want to wake Xia Zhiye up.

He returned Xia Zhiye’s hug, then smoothly pulled aside his blanket and wrapped Xia Zhiye up tightly under the blanket. Then he turned off the lights, then gently said ‘good night’ into Xia Zhiye’s ear.

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The next day, when the alarm rang, Xia Zhiye’s hand first paused, then after hesitating, he incredulously opened his eyes.

As soon as he saw the very good-looking yet grumpy face in front of him, he realized that the waist that he had wrapped up in his arms really did exist, and it wasn’t the product of a dream that would disappoint Song Yan.

So how did he end up in Song Yan’s bed?

Song Yan was even hugging his waist tightly, the other’s head was even buried against his neck, rubbing this way and that?

Could it be that Song Yan suddenly understood things clearly last night?

Or was it that Song Yan suddenly realized that his young and beautiful body was not for nothing?

Xia Zhiye was in the midst of fantasizing that his beautiful life had finally arrived when the alarm clock suddenly rang for the second time. He watched as a certain someone’s eyebrows wrinkled, as if the other was about to directly smash his phone, and Xia Zhiye promptly reached his hand out to shut the alarm off.

But he laid on Song Yan’s outer side while the phone was towards the inside of Song Yan’s bed. When Xia Zhiye’s arm reached out far enough, he slid forward and he accidentally pressed down on Song Yan.

He directly pressed down on the other, hugging the other into his arms, and the most crucial points of their bodies inevitably met face to face with an intimate greeting.

Then, the alarm clock stopped.

He also stopped.

Song Yan, whose eyebrows were furrowed and was just about to explode, also stopped.

Very hard.

Both3.

Direct encounter4.

Time in room 613 froze, and the movement of even the tiniest speck of dust became cautious and prudent.

“……”

After a full ten seconds, Song Yan truly couldn’t contain himself, and immediately raised his leg in an attempt to kick aside a certain adolescent boy who was even harder than steel.

Xia Zhiye hurriedly and agilely pressed him down: “Don’t, we’re still young. It’s not appropriate for you to become a widow at such a young age.”

“What fucking widow! Xia Zhiye, don’t be so shameless!” Song Yan was so angry he immediately exploded.

But Xia Zhiye’s eyes were filled with laughter: “Don’t be so shy, this isn’t even the first time.”

Song Yan grit his teeth, but actually couldn’t refute this, and could only feel a blush rise up from his neck, all the way up to his ears.

The more Xia Zhiye looked, the cuter he found it, and he couldn’t help the teasing mood that rose up in his heart: “Now that you mention it…… Why did our Yan ge take a shower in my house after his afternoon nap yesterday? Also, why was the water temperature so low on such a cold day? Could it be that you were trying to temper your mind and cultivate your will?”

“Xia Zhiye! Are you tired of living……”

“I’ve also dreamt of you.”

“?”

Song Yan hadn’t finished scolding the other, before he was interrupted by Xia Zhiye’s low voice: “The first time I realized that I might like you, which was the day I accidentally saw you changing your clothes in the dressing room, I came back and dreamt of you. So Song Yan, this is the difference between facing a friend, and facing the person you like. I only have these feelings for you, and you also have feelings for me. That means you also like me.”

When Xia Zhiye said this, there was no hint of obscenity or profanity in his expression. He only explained and discussed it earnestly, as if he was patiently guiding Song Yan to clarify his thoughts.

For a moment, Song Yan was dazed by the other’s words. He raised his head to meet Xia Zhiye’s serious and focused gaze, and he momentarily didn’t know what to say.

Then, Xia Zhiye simply quietly chuckled: “Also, with my face, and my body, it’s very normal for you to have those kinds of thoughts. It’s not embarrassing at all.”

“……”

At that moment, Song Yan deeply exhaled. When all is said and done, why the hell did he ever expect Xia Zhiye to be serious.

Then, he used up all his life’s energy, and resolutely kicked Xia Zhiye away: “Fuck off!”

Xia Zhiye laughed as he was kicked off the bed, then he leisurely swaggered over to the bathroom, opened the door, then, as if he seemed to have thought of something, he once again looked over at Song Yan: “Oh right. That day, before I dreamt about you, I saw the biological materials that Kong Xiaoxiao sent me to study about the possibility of human reproduction in the future. You can also have a look if you’re interested. It’ll be very helpful to our future love life.”

“……Xia Zhiye! In the next three days, don’t bother saying anything to laozi!”

Song Yan grabbed a pillow by his hand and threw it at Xia Zhiye, but ultimately, it smacked against a closed bathroom door. Immediately after, the sound of running water could be heard.

Now, Song Yan didn’t want to see Xia Zhiye at all, so he took advantage of the time the other spent showering to hastily wash his face and brush his teeth, then picked up his backpack and quickly flew out the door.

Once he entered the classroom, little fatty and Zhao Ruiwen were both shocked: “Where’s Ye ge?”

“Dead.” Song Yan coldly tossed out a single word, then faced Zhao Ruiwen, “Do you mind switching seats with me?”

“? I don’t mind, but……”

But that’s the seat of a young married couple, why would you want to switch seats with me?

For a moment, Zhao Ruiwen didn’t know whether he should agree to this request or not.

Song Yan indifferently said: “I’ll treat you to a meal for three days.”

“Okay, thank you Yan ge. You’re welcome to come, Yan ge. Yan ge, do you need me to move your things?” Zhao Ruiwen hugged his own things and immediately stood up.

Then, when Xia Zhiye entered the classroom, he discovered that his originally fair, beautiful, and cold desk mate had transformed into a tanned, skinny, glasses-wearing fool.

Xia Zhiye placed his bag onto the table, looked at Zhao Ruiwen, his chin slightly raised towards the back of Song Yan’s head.

Zhao Ruiwen hurriedly raised his hand to self proclaim his innocence: “Yan ge wanted to switch, it has nothing to do with me.”

After speaking, Song Yan pulled his chair and scooted forward, and moved 3 centimeters further away from Xia Zhiye’s desk, his intention to delineate a boundary was very clear.

Looks like he was very ashamed.

Xia Zhiye lowered his head to laugh, then pulled out his phone and changed his profile picture from ‘21’ to ‘20’.

Then, he searched around for the link that Kong Xiaoxiao had sent him, and forwarded it to Song Yan.

Song Yan was originally memorizing vocabulary words, but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the screen of his phone in the belly of his desk that had suddenly lit up. He pulled out his phone to check it, and immediately clenched his fist.

Contrarily, a certain someone behind him to his right couldn’t even recognize what was good for him, and poked Song Yan in the back.

Song Yan one handedly pushed it away, without even turning his head.

Quickly after, little fatty beside him poked his arm, and Song Yan unhappily replied: “What’s wrong?”

Little fatty: “Ye ge is calling you.”

Song Yan didn’t even raise his head: “Tell him that I’m writing my homework and I’m not free.”

“Oh.” Little fatty turned his head to look at Xia Zhiye, “Yan ge said he’s not free.”

“Oh.” Xia Zhiye placed an already peeled tea egg into a plastic bag, and handed it over to little fatty along with a carton of soy milk, “Tell him that even if he’s not free, he should eat breakfast first.”

Little fatty accepted the breakfast, turned around, then handed the items over to Song Yan: “Ye ge said even if you’re not free, you should eat breakfast first.”

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“Tell him that I”m not hungry.”

“Ye ge, Yan ge says he’s not hungry.”

“Tell him that even if he’s not hungry, he has to eat.”

“Yan ge, Ye ge says that even if you’re not hungry, you have to eat.”

“I’ll eat later when I’m hungry.”

“Ye ge, Yan ge said……”

“The food will be cold later.”

“Yan ge, Ye ge said……”

“If it’s cold then it’s cold.”

“Ye ge, Yan……”

“If it’s cold then you won’t be able to digest it.”

“Yan……”

Yan my ass!

Little fatty won’t do it anymore!

A little couple like you can do whatever you want, but can you let the innocent, single masses off?!

Little fatty directly stood up, reached his hand out to indicate to his vacant seat: “Ye ge, come, please, I’ll give you my seat.”

Xia Zhiye supported his head with his hand as he leisurely laughed: “Don’t, that won’t be good at all. You should sit in your seat. Your Yan ge is having a cold war with me, if I move there, he’ll beat me up again.”

“……”

Is this a cold war?

This is called flirty banter!

Little fatty was angry but didn’t dare speak, only sitting back in his seat with grief and indignation.

Fortunately, Ruan Tian’s timely arrival broke off this tragic scene of dog abuse.

“Students, quiet down. Although there’s nothing to be done about it, and our basketball competition is temporarily canceled, we will still hold our sports day as usual. We won’t hold the flag raising ceremony this morning. Instead, we will self study until 8:30, then head out to the sports field and prepare for the opening ceremony. The sports committee members will once again confirm the list of those who are participating.”

“Okay.”

Liu Yue stood up, walked towards the podium, pulled out a list of names, then called them out one by one.

“The boys’ three kilometer run, me, Xia Zhiye, Wang Kebai. The boys’ high jump, Xia Zhiye, Shi Wenyu, Zhang Mianmian. The boys’ 1 kilometer run, Su Yalin, Zhao Ruiwen, Song Yan……”

“Song Yan can’t do it.”

The other hadn’t finished reciting when Xia Zhiye opened his mouth while leaning against the back of his seat, facing the podium.

Liu Yue raised his head: “What happened? Is there a problem?”

Xia Zhiye: “He’s injured.”

Liu Yue: “?”

Although they did have a group fight two days ago, the ones who were responsible were basically just a few of them, and Song Yan didn’t really participate. How was it that they were fine, but Song Yan was injured?

Other than the two involved, only little fatty and Kong Xiaoxiao were aware of what had happened.

Little fatty hurriedly protected them: “Oh, right. Yan ge was injured the day of the group fight. I saw it with my own eyes.”

Kong Xiaoxiao promptly echoed along: “Right, right. He was beat up by that ShiWai guy.”

She just finished speaking when the class full of students immediately smacked their desks out of anger.

“That’s too much! They actually dared to hit our Yan ge!”

“Is our Yan ge someone they can hit?! We can’t endure this matter!”

“That’s right! We can’t tolerate it! We have to fight back this weekend!”

“I’m going to schedule the fight right now!”

“What are you doing!” Ruan Tian stood at the podium, and was in a good mood as she laughed, “The students at ShiWai are in worse shape than your Yan ge, and the one who took the lead was nearly disfigured. If it wasn’t because the other party was wrong, then they would have had no plans to investigate it further. Did you guys think this matter was over? Don’t make any more trouble for me. Since you have this code of brotherhood, then it would be better for you to discuss who should replace Song Yan in the 1 kilometer race.”

Although Song Yan looked thin, he did learn taekwondo since he was a child, and both his stamina and his strength were both pretty good. He was usually the first or second in the grade for physical education.

If he participated in the 1 kilometer race, then he would be able to directly run to win 10 points for Class 1 in this event. Now, who would dare take his place?

Also, running a kilometer wasn’t easy. Everyone already had their own events to participate in, and for a moment, no one replied.

Song Yan also didn’t want someone else to stand in for a mistake that he had made, and was just about to say that he was able to do it, when a lackadaisical voice behind him could be heard: “I’ll replace Song Yan.”

“Can you do it?” Liu Yue raised his eyebrow, “The 1 kilometer race is right behind the 3 kilometer race, and there’s only a thirty minute break between them. There’s still the high jump and relay race in the afternoon, will you be able to handle it?”

“Yeah.”

Xia Zhiye’s reply was both leisurely and confident.

Song Yan was just about to refute, when Xia Zhiye once again carelessly replied: “Anyway, if I run, I can promise that I can win at least 8 points. If someone else can also make this promise, then I have no problem giving in.”

“……”

He was sure to obtain 8 points, then they were for sure to enter the top three.

There were 16 classes in the grade, and there were 3 students from each class in the race. Out of all 48 students, not one had the spirit to promise that they could make it into the top three.

Including Song Yan.

He could show off for a moment and run the 1 kilometer race, but his waist really did still hurt at the moment. If he were to participate in this state, he inevitably wouldn’t obtain any good score. And ultimately, if his score wasn’t good, then he would affect Class 1’s overall score.

Song Yan didn’t really have a strong sense of collective honor, but he also wasn’t willing to impede the class, so he just lowered his head and called out: “Fang Chang.”

Little fatty: “Ah? What’s wrong? Yan ge?”

His Yan ge: “Tell Xia Zhiye, if he really can’t do it, then he shouldn’t show off. I can do it.”

Little fatty: “……”

He chose to shut his mouth.

Indeed, he didn’t even need to turn around when low laughter came from behind him: “Don’t worry, men can’t say that they can’t do it. Also, Ye ge is worried about you, and can’t bear for you to move forward while injured.”

Song Yan: “……”

Zhao Ruiwen: “……”

Little fatty: “……”

At that moment, little fatty who was sandwiched between the two of them, suddenly felt that he was probably a 1 kilowatt bright lightbulb, and was even the kind that was switched on and could never be extinguished5.

So much so that throughout the entire trip to the sports field, and throughout the opening ceremony, Xia Zhiye and Song Yan didn’t let him off.

At both his left and right side, there was a thin and tall handsome asshole, sandwiching him between them, contrasting against his originally not so slender body and making him seem all the more round, and contrasting against his originally not so handsome face and making him seem all the more rough.

Added to the fact that there was a strange and inexplicable atmosphere surrounding the two, little fatty felt that he was directly enduring the ten greatest torture techniques during the Manchu-Qing dynasty6.

By the time he received the 888th strange meaningful glance, little fatty really couldn’t stand it anymore. He took a deep breath, then directly dragged Xia Zhiye’s left hand and Song Yan’s right hand, then placed them in front of him and folded them together.

He begged: “Ge, big bro, I’m begging you guys. Can you hurry up and make up? When a couple like you guys flirt like this, can you please let this innocent, little fatty off? What did your little fatty do wrong? Am I guilty? No. I’m begging you to please let me go.”

Xia Zhiye was willing to follow good advice, and held Song Yan’s hand: “It’s not impossible.”

With a cold face, Song Yan pushed the other’s hand away: “Who the fuck is a couple with him.”

Then he turned and walked towards the stands, then sat down in the last row. He laid down, then covered his face with a baseball cap, a face that said even the heavenly emperor wasn’t allowed to wake him up.

Xia Zhiye chuckled, then placatingly slapped little fatty’s shoulder: “Don’t worry, your bro won’t just watch as you endure such torture. At most, you’d have to endure it for half a day.”

Little fatty was so moved he nearly cried: “Ye ge, cheer up.”

Xia Zhiye nodded, then leisurely ambled over to the first sporting event, the high jump.

Meanwhile, Song Yan had always been uninterested in these sorts of group activities, and originally planned to use this time to catch up on sleep. But as a result, before closing his eyes for long, he suddenly heard a burst of frenzied shrieks, and the excited sentence of ‘Xia Zhiye is so handsome’ mixed in amidst this was exceptionally distinct.

It was a girl shouting this.

And it was filled with genuine affection.

Song Yan furrowed his brows slightly, lifted aside his hat, then followed the source of the noise and looked in that direction. Then, he saw a group of female students surrounding the high jump bars and the soft mat, creating a three person thick barrier, all excitedly cheering.

And amidst this crowd, Xia Zhiye was just casually walking off the soft mat. It was clear that he had just perfectly jumped over the horizontal bar.

Isn’t it just a high jump.

They were making a big fuss about nothing.

Although he thought this, Song Yan hadn’t replaced the cap to cover his face. Instead, he vigilantly watched the activity between Xia Zhiye and the group of girls who were eagerly trying to hand him drinks and towels.

Xia Zhiye smiled at them.

Did he want to die.

Xia Zhiye didn’t accept their drinks.

Fine, he could continue living.

Song Yan sat at the highest seat in the stands as he watched Xia Zhiye jump over the horizontal bar again and again, then sentenced the other to a death penalty, and absolved the other from punishment again and again.

Until finally, only Xia Zhiye and another male student were left, and the horizontal bar was raised to a height of 175cm.

This height had already exceeded the record for the nation’s third class athletes. If they were able to jump over it, they would be truly amazing. After all, an overwhelming majority of students here weren’t even as tall as that horizontal bar.

The finals are always exciting, and everyone clenched their fists and looked forward to the final result anxiously.

The other male student jumped first.

He took a deep breath, ran forward, jumped up, and raised his legs. Just as he was about to jump over the bar, his heel accidentally knocked down the horizontal bar.

The first competitor was OUT7.

Everyone regretfully sighed.

Then, in an instant, everyone’s gazes focused onto Xia Zhiye’s body.

Xia Zhiye was just as lackadaisical as usual as he rotated his wrists and ankles. His expression was incomparably relaxed, as if he wasn’t affected by the other student’s failure at all. Nor did he care about the audience’s pressing gazes. He simply raised his head, looked to Song Yan, then smiled.

Song Yan originally thought that no one had discovered that he was watching, but was suddenly caught by Xia Zhiye, and suddenly felt tense at heart. Then he watched as Xia Zhiye raised his feet, began running, took off and lifted off the ground, extending his body as he rotated, then turned his back to the horizontal bar. He passed perfectly, and landed beautifully on the ground.

While he was midair, the loose hem of his T-shirt rose up into the air, inevitably revealing the young man’s thin waist, neat and compact abdominal muscles, along with a pair of extremely long legs. Even if it was a surprise, it aroused the frenetic shrieks and cheers of everyone on the scene.

And it was as if Xia Zhiye didn’t hear the surrounding cheers. He simply stood up, then looked towards Song Yan, placed two fingers to his lips, then confidently and freely raised them up.

The entire scene immediately grew frenzied.

“What the fuck! Is Lord Xia sending a flying kiss!”

“Who, who, who? Who is he sending it to?!”

“I don’t know, Anyway, he’s facing the stands, who’s in the stands?”

“Let me see, fuck. Isn’t that Lin Yiling! Could it be that Lord Xia’s flying kiss was being sent to our school flower?”

The site for the high jump was the closest to the stands, and the audience’s discussion inevitably landed upon Song Yan’s ears.

Song Yan originally wanted to scold Xia Zhiye, that showy person, if he could restrain himself, but once he heard those words, he furrowed his brows, and irritatedly looked towards the bottom of the stands.

There was a tall and beautiful girl leaning against the railing, with wavy hair and makeup on. Her eyes were delicate and gorgeous, and she also just happened to be looking in the direction of the high jump with a smile.

Song Yan had an impression of this name, it seems that this girl was listed in the document that Shen Jiayan had given. Shang Huai had also said that Xia Zhiye and this girl seemed to have a good relationship.

And a friend standing beside that female student heard the jeers from the crowd, and also began to tease: “How about it, school flower. Our junior is so passionate, why not express yourself?”

The girl also didn’t get angry at this kind of joke, and simply smiled: “Open your eyes and see. The angle of that kiss wasn’t directed towards me in the first row. But our junior really did perform well and we can order a few cups of milk tea to reward him.”

That was his roommate.

That was his flying kiss.

Why did someone else have to treat Xia Zhiye?

Also, Xia Zhiye was so flirtatious. Didn’t he know to tuck his shirt into his pants and tie it tightly? Why did he insist on exposing his waist? He already knew that only those who liked him would be interested in his body, yet he still refuses to wear his clothes properly?

In his heart, Song Yan suddenly felt a burst of a childish temper. He pulled out his phone, then ordered a cup of Xia Zhiye’s favorite extra grape tea.

But just before he ordered, he hesitated.

After a moment of hesitation, he decisively, yet crazily clicked on the plus sign indicating the quantity, to the point until he had bought all the items in the shop and nearly had almost 40 cups. Only then was he satisfied with the order.

He was only ordering some milk tea to comfort his classmates in order to express his regret for not being able to participate in the competition. He was definitely trying to compete with others.

After ordering, Song Yan once again laid down, pulled on the brim of his cap, tightly covering up that handsome face of his, once again reinstating the aura of warding off strangers.

He was a cool ge with no feelings.

He just had a bit of money.

It wasn’t as if he was doing anything wrong.

1. OK originally written in English

2. Yang energy = masculine energy

3. Both originally written in English.

4. IMO this is a double entendre. Author writes 正面刚, and a more direct translation would be ‘frontal stiffness’, but I also feel it can be translated into a face-to-face encounter.

5. Lightbulb = third wheel

6. A specific period in the latter half of the Qing dynasty, used as an anti-Qing title. The top ten tortures are punishments used by rulers of Chinese feudal society when interrogating prisoners. They’re all pretty gruesome, but you can read about them here. Warning: Read at your own risk. It’s pretty graphic.

7. Originally written in English.

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