Chapter 32 — The Campus God Who Spat Blood (6) | The Perfect Scheme
After the Old Demon King finished roaring at the little male who clearly had a death wish, he felt much better. He looked up and, well now, someone actually dared to snore away in his class. Tired of living, huh?
His slender fingers pinched a piece of chalk and flicked. The slim, white missile sliced past the front row, on course to nail that fluffy head.
“Whoa!” several students yelped.
Crack.
The chalk snapped in Chen Xi’s hand. His long fingers twisted and it broke cleanly into two.
Completely handsome beyond having friends!
Even the girls who had skipped other lectures just to ogle the Old Demon King’s legendary face switched sides on the spot. The room fizzed with pink bubbles.
The black-haired youth gave the teacher a mild look, set both halves of chalk on the desk, steady as a rock.
“What is it?” Xing Ge had partied all night and was too sleepy to open her eyes. She tilted her face toward Chen Xi and asked by feel alone.
That hoarse, slightly nasal voice is cute, Chen Xi thought.
“Nothing. Keep sleeping.”
“Okay… and for lunch I want mushroom noodles.”
“Mhm. No problem.”
The Old Demon King: “…” Why did I just get force-fed dog food?
Kid, let me tell you, being this arrogant will get you in trouble sooner or later!
He was about to blow his top when Chen Xi lifted his phone, the screen gleaming, and smiled a thin, red-lipped smile. “Teacher, shall we continue?”
The Old Demon King: “…” Threatening at the slightest disagreement, you little b*tch!
How did the old Chen family produce such a sly, defective product?
The storm fizzled out without a drop of rain.
When the bell rang, Xing Ge woke to a classroom half emptied, the rest chatting in clusters. She stretched lazily. Chen Xi leaned in and wiped the suspicious moisture at the corner of her mouth. She thought about dodging, but with how frank and natural he looked, maybe she was being paranoid.
“Let’s go.”
“Okay!”
She followed him out, though she could not shake the feeling that the handsome man by the lectern was watching her with a grim face, as if imagining where to open her up from neck to navel.
“Who ticked off the Old Demon King?” she asked, curious.
“Forget him. Old men hit a few days each month when they are all gloom and mood swings. Menopause does that. Oh, it is raining. Did you bring an umbrella?”
“Uh, I don’t think so. What do we do?”
“It is fine. I have one. We will share.”
Chen Xi slipped an arm around the kid’s shoulders and pulled her in. He tilted the umbrella, letting his own shoulder soak. There was no helping it. After all this practice spoiling his “little brother,” it came automatically.
The force-fed Old Demon King: “…”
D*mn it, this kid is getting more annoying as he grows up!
Through sheets of rain they reached another teaching building and “happened” to run into the female lead, who had no umbrella. She huddled miserably, a daisy print sundress showing straight calves, that tender yellow like a whiff of spring.
Cheng Rui clicked his tongue right away. Some people had good fortune with beauties.
Xing Ge’s eyes lit for a different reason. She had spotted the tall beauty beside the heroine: a one-shoulder straight-neck dress, a veil of flaxen waves, sultry as sin.
Target in sight, the system went feral, incoherent, repeating one character: “Go!”
The tall beauty clearly noticed her too and looked delighted.
The kid was slim with a baby-doll face, fresh as a high schooler. A white sailor-style shirt tucked slightly into the waistband, like a pretty cabin boy who had stepped out of a movie. Coupled with Xing Ge’s lazy, rakish slouch, there was a whiff of gentleman rogue.
Truth be told, the beauty had a soft spot for Xing Ge already. The “little brother” was young, but those eyes really picked people, casual and a little wicked, a playful edge to the heat.
She could tell he felt something too. Why had he not approached her? She had only been shy, so she had circled around and given her contact to the Chen god instead.
Had he already set his sights on someone else in such a short time?
That thought turned her gaze forlorn.
One look at that “love me” gaze and Xing Ge moved to close the distance. Her shoulder tightened. Warm breath tickled her ear until her neck went itchy. “The owner of Ruyi Sweets is moving this afternoon,” Chen Xi murmured. “He is clearing stock. If we are late, it will all be gone.”
“No way, this fast? I thought it was tomorrow.” Xing Ge was devastated.
Ruyi Sweets specialized in imperial-style confections. Superb technique. Xing Ge was a loyal customer. Hearing this was basically fainting-in-the-bathroom tier tragedy.
“It was supposed to be tomorrow, but the owner’s son is suddenly bringing a girlfriend home, so he closed a day early.” Chen Xi whispered close, phoenix eyes glittering as he flicked a glance at the tall beauty.
Mockery, provocation, triumph.
Their gazes met in midair and crackled.
Chen Xi’s mouth curved. The hand on the kid’s shoulder slid down, threading through the crook of his arm, and landed, casual as you please, at his waist.
Tall beauty: “!!!”
Holy sht, holy sht, holy sh*t!
Under her shocked stare, the frosty campus god shamelessly locked his hand at Xing Ge’s slim waist and gave the tiniest tug. Xing Ge leaned into his chest on instinct and grabbed his collar for balance.
From the outside, it looked like a gentle embrace.
Intimate. Trusting. Ambiguous.
No room for a third party.
Hope drained from the tall beauty’s eyes.
Rival No. 87, eliminated.
Chen Xi drew a big red X over a top-priority target on the enemy blacklist in his mind. One tricky problem solved.
Across from them, the two had fought a silent war. The culprit meanwhile was torn between flirting and food, and finally, after the system’s stomp-and-scream lecture, reluctantly shelved the foodie identity and moved to court the beauty.
“You… you… you…” The tall beauty tried three times and could not say it. Eyes glossy, she managed, “I wish you two happiness.”
She snatched a junior’s umbrella and fled in panic.
Xing Ge: “???”
What just happened?
So sad. Why was flirting with girls this hard? Girl thoughts were impossible to read!
“It is fine. If she ignores you, we will go eat.” Chen Xi kindly rescued the scene, smoothing the hair the wind had wrecked. His fingers brushed the kid’s cheek, cool, delicate, like a powdery dumpling begging to be pinched.
Mine. That is mine. Every inch of this person’s skin and scent belongs to me.
How could anyone else touch it?
Watching that guileless smile beside him, Chen Xi sometimes thought, If only the world held just you and me. I would bully you until you cried, then, gently and devoutly, with lips and tongue, I would lick away every tear.
He really did want to bully him a little. That crying face, jeweled with tears, would be so very lush and moving.
“What are you thinking about? Zoned out like that?” Xing Ge waved a hand in front of him.
Chen Xi caught it without thinking. The hand was cold, so he tucked it into his own pocket and stroked the back lightly. So slim. So soft. “Nothing. I just remembered something particularly interesting.”
“Oh? Really?” She looked at him with suspicion. Seeing only upright righteousness on his face, Xing Ge let it go and went back to sighing over Ruyi Sweets closing, how tragic it was to lose such pastries forever, then asked if he thought it was a pity.
He glanced up and smiled, offering no reply.
Of course it was not.
Because the delicacy he most wanted to eat was dangling in front of him every day.
He would taste it sooner or later.
He was in no rush.
Author’s Note:
Thanks for the 1 “Overlord Ticket,” little angels.
My dears, raise your cups with Old Sun and shout: The top never falls!
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