Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Qingâerâs expression stiffened at that. She was a little dazed and stared at Youyou for a moment. On the other hand, she felt a little disappointed.
Her disappointment was so obvious that the boy had to ask, âWhatâs the matter? That look.â
âThe sort of friends I meant, isnât this sort!â
âMmm? What sort then?â
âI hope⦠my friendship with Youyou will be special. I meanâ¦â She couldnât put the feelings into words.
Qingâer felt rather clumsy trying to explain. The truth was, she wanted to be Youyouâs most special friend, the best and the closest, so that they could share each otherâs secrets. It would be a friendship that was better than any other childâs in the class. She would be his one and only good friend! A dear friend.
Except that Qingâer could not bring herself to say it. However, she secretly blamed herself for being greedy. She was already extremely lucky to be able to talk to the boy. Why should she be so demanding? Ultimately, she was able to talk to Youyou now.
âThen⦠from now on, weâre good friends, right?â
The boy grunted an âuh huhâ, then looked back down at his novel.
Having received this response, Qingâer didnât have the heart to interrupt him further, for fear of annoying him. Quietly, she leaned across the table and, when the boy wasnât looking, surreptitiously took out the note with the boyâs handwriting and read it several times.
The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. Youyouâs handwriting was so beautiful. He must have been practicing his penmanship since he was a child?
As a child, sheâd had the habit of practicing her writing, but sheâd never been able to keep it up. Even so, sheâd practiced for a long time, yet now she still couldnât write as beautifully as the boy.
In the car after school, Little Yichen noticed Youyou staring silently out the window and nudged his arm gently. âHave you finished your homework?â
......
Youyou glanced at him. It was only a glance, but he knew what Little Yichen was up to.
âYou wish to copy?â
Little Yichen was suddenly distressed and felt embarrassed. âWhat do you mean by âcopyâ? Itâs just a reference.â
âWhatâs there to reference from an answer?â
âYouyou, donât be so cruel! Let me have a look and understand your train of thought when answering the question.â
âYou dozed off in class and obviously donât know how to answer the questions. And now youâre getting serious.â
Youyou paused and gave him a disgusted look. âBut youâre clearly using your seriousness in the wrong place.â
ââ¦â Little Yichen pursed his lips in grievance and began to play the sympathy card.
âBig Brother loves you.â
ââ¦â
âBig Brother dotes on you.â
ââ¦â
âYouâre my favorite little brotherâ¦â Pouting, Little Yichen leaned towards the boy and made a move to kiss him.
Disgusted, Youyou extended his hand and pushed his face away. âStay away. Iâm allergic to idiots.â
Little Yichen froze at the response. âGong Fan?â he blurted.
The Youyou looking back at him had no gentleness in his eyes. Little Yichen was no stranger to the coldness and indifference in that face.
âWhat?â
Little Yichen opened his mouth to cry out, but upon seeing Gong Fanâs extremely cold gaze, he swallowed his cry.
âItâs youâ¦â He pursed his lips and fell silent.
Gong Fan looked out the window and then glanced at Little Yichen, puzzled. âWhere are we?â
âIn the car.â
âWhat car?â
The boy gulped and explained, âUm⦠in the car on the way home.â