Our Sweet Days

Chapter 71: Chapter 71


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Sun Fang spun around, his skirt flaring to life around him. With his arms held out on his sides, he spun and spun and spun, letting the music wash over him until he was dizzy. Only then did his spinning slow, only then did he press a hand to his head and his other one against the wall as he fought not to fall over. 

”Too much?” Mo Cheng asked, a devious note to his voice that Sun Fang wasn’t used to hearing.

Sun Fang threw his head back and grinned. ”Not even close,” he swore, waving his hand cockily. ”My undisputed reign as the master of spinning the longest without falling over will never be surrendered to the likes of you, you evil fiend!”

Mo Cheng’s lips twitched, his eyes glittering. He, too, was spinning around, albeit slower than Sun Fang. The music they were listening to was some kind of pop-rock combination with a quick rhythm and Sun Fang had made the mistake of spinning in beat with the music. He was sorely regretting it now. So, so much regret.

Pushing off the wall, he rudely pointed at Mo Cheng. ”This is not over,” he said, glaring at him as viciously as he could. Which, if he could say so himself, was pretty damn viciously. Sun Fang had cultivated his glares into an art form, okay.

”I will claim your throne, has-been,” Mo Cheng imperiously said, raking a hand through his and attractively pushing it out of his face. Sun Fang would not be tempted! Victory was in sight!

He just had to hold on a little more!

Sun Fang gasped, ”How dare you talk to me like that, peasant? I’ll have you know that my throne was hard-won and a great victory. It will not be lost to some little punk like you.” Sun Fang turned up his nose and snorted, slowly beginning to spin around again. The music was picking up speed, but he would not fall for the same trick twice.

”My ability speaks for itself,” Mo Cheng said, also spinning. The next few minutes were spent slowly picking up speed and spinning round and around, Sun Fang waving his arms around as he tried not to fall over. His arms flailed in the air as he spun, his vision becoming unreliable and useless. This was the fiercest battle he’d ever been in. This was the hardest he’d ever fought for anything, the closest he’d ever come to defeat!

And to think… he was defeated.

Sun Fang flopped down on the floor, his ass landing harshly on the ground. He heaved, his eyes closing as he tried to make sense of the universe again. It was, somehow, still spinning behind his closed eyelids.

”Ugghgh,” he said, flopping around until he was lying on his back. He felt like a fish thrown on the beach, unable to get back to the water. His very existence was in jeopardy. He might really die like this; unable to properly move on to the afterlife due to the resentment of his defeat. To think that this was how Sun Fang was finally defeated… through a spinning competition.

Mo Cheng groaned from beside him. A hand flopped onto Sun Fang’s arm, patting him twice. ”Will you live?” Mo Cheng asked, voice hoarse from what must be contained screaming. Who knew that spinning could be so dangerous?

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”Yeeessss,” Sun Fang dragged out, pressing his hands over his eyes. Would the spinning ever stop? Finally, he managed to add, ”You?”

”I’ll be—okay,” Mo Cheng forced out, between what sounded like gritted teeth. For the next twenty minutes or so, they laid on the floor of Sun Fang’s apartment, waiting for the world to slow down so that they could actually exist in it without going mad. Sun Fang didn’t understand where things had gone so wrong, he’d thought that things had been fine! He’d spun around like a lunatic before, what was so different this time?!

Sun Fang was wheezing, his brain finally beginning to work again, when Ivy walked in on them. Sun Fang  froze at the sound of those footsteps, so familiar to him that he sometimes even heard them in his dreams, and prayed that Ivy would suddenly lose all its vision. But no. Reality was cruel.

”What are you doing, Young Master?” Ivy asked from the living room’s entryway. 

Sun Fang winced, opened his eyes and tilted his head back until he could see Ivy standing in the doorway, upside-down. ”We were having a spinning competition and now we’re recovering from our fierce battle,” he muttered, closing his eyes again so he wouldn’t have to see the way Ivy would look at him. Being on the receiving end of Ivy’s disappointment was the absolute worst feeling in the world.

But Ivy asked, ”Who won?”

Sun Fang’s eyes snapped open and sat up, quickly holding a hand to his head, and demanded, ”What?”

”Who won?” Ivy calmly repeated. It walked further into the room and held out two hands, one for Sun Fang and one for Mo Cheng. Now, Mo Cheng was starting to sit up as well, scowling as he went. 

While Sun Fang was looking at Ivy in bewilderment (why was there no judgment?) Mo Cheng easily betrayed him. ”I won,” Mo Cheng said and smiled at Ivy, a small thing that was nevertheless beautiful in its joy. ”Thank you, Ivy,” Mo Cheng when he’d been pulled up, and this, too, hit Sun Fang a little over the head. Ivy nodded and let go, effortlessly pulling up a boneless Sun Fang without a word.

Mo Cheng didn’t use to act like that with Ivy, did he? No, politeness toward Ivy was rare enough that he’d certainly have remembered it. So it was a new thing? Wait, was Ivy and Mo Cheng becoming friends? 

Sun Fang looked between them with wide eyes, suddenly wondering when this had happened. He’d missed this! How could he have missed this?!

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