Chapter 17 P - Shocking Change

Chu Beiling didn't sense anything amiss at all, and looked at Xing Yu calmly and sincerely: "Help me~ It's inconvenient for you to use one hand, how are you going to clean it?"

"You—" Xing Yu's face was a mixture of white and red, and green, his expression was quite interesting.

There was a half-second of silence in the air—

Chu Beiling tentatively asked, "Are you shy?"

Something's definitely fishy going on. Xing Yu narrowed his eyes, his gaze scrutinizing him: "Have you lost your mind?"

Young Master Chu wasn't out of his mind; he was guilty, extremely guilty, both guilty and ashamed. Otherwise, he wouldn't have done something like casting a curse to serve Xing Yu so specially.

But he couldn't very well say, "I'm sorry, your hands were cursed by me to look like this. I'm trying to redeem myself from my guilt."

well.

It's no wonder Xing Yu had wild thoughts. His sudden change was indeed a bit frightening. If Xing Yu had suddenly shown him kindness, he would have definitely stayed as far away as possible. Who knows what kind of bad intentions he might be up to?

Chu Beiling had no choice but to use Ms. Li as a shield: "If I don't take care of you when you're injured, Ms. Li will beat me up again."

The dormitory door was wide open, and the wind blowing in from outside made the wisps of hair on Chu Beiling's forehead flutter slightly, his eyes clear and bright.

Whenever Li Shuying mentions him, Chu Beiling's temper only flares up further.

Xing Yu didn't believe he would change his attitude because of Li Shuying, and stared at him for a long time before speaking: "If you hate me, there's no need to make yourself suffer like this. I won't say anything out of line. You can leave now."

After saying that, she slammed the bathroom door shut, not giving Chu Beiling a chance to explain, and directly expressed her refusal with her actions.

Chu Beiling tapped the door panel. Who did he learn this temper from?

Taking a long breath and suppressing his temper, Young Master Chu condescended to knock on the door: "You were the one who hated me first, weren't you?"

Xing Yu's mocking voice came from the bathroom: "Not only does he misunderstand people easily, but he also likes to frame others."

Not only do they keep people at arm's length, but they also slander others with their own words.

Chu Beiling was about to explode again, but after a moment she withdrew her provocative hand. He was in the wrong first, so she couldn't argue with him.

Taking a deep breath, he smiled and said, "Xing Yu, I'll wait at the door. Call me if you need anything."

The clanging sounds inside gradually subsided, and Chu Beiling leaned lazily against the bathroom door, intending to let the person inside do as they pleased.

Just as he leaned against it, the door opened from the inside, and he lost his balance and fell backward onto the damp bathroom floor, wincing in pain.

Chu Beiling glanced at Xing Yu, quite displeased: "You didn't even try to help me up, you just watched me fall like that?!"

Xing Yu shook his injured hand, "I didn't have time." He then reached out his left hand to help Chu Beiling up from the ground.

Chu Beiling slapped his hand away: "Forget it, I won't cause you any more damage. Let me recover."

"..." Xing Yu crossed his arms, gently stroking the plaster cast with his left hand. His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he sharply swept his gaze towards Chu Beiling, his hostility evident: "What did you discover?"

Normally, this person would have already reached out with their claws or breathed at him. It's really abnormal that they're so docile and considerate of him now.

Chu Beiling tapped his cast with his chin: "Isn't it obvious? You're injured!"

Xing Yu: "..."

When Xu Tunan returned from visiting his dorm, he was startled by the scene in the bathroom and quickly ran between the two, separating them: "What are you two doing?"

Xing Yu tossed the towel over his shoulder and strode out of the bathroom. Chu Beiling reached out and gestured to Xu Tunan, "Hu Tutu, help me up."

Xu Tunan pulled Chu Beiling up from the ground: "You two just took a shower together?"

There was only one bathroom, and to save time at night, they would occasionally shower together in pairs. But this was quite alarming for Xing Yu and Chu Beiling, who had a grudge against each other.

Could the scene before us be the result of two people having just finished an epic battle in the bathroom?

Xu Tunan, fearing that the two were not finished and would continue their fight, quickly said, "Chu Fanfan, Xing Yu is injured now. We can talk about it later. But if you can avoid fighting, then please do so."

"How could I dare to hit him!" Chu Beiling's guilt was too great to be redeemed.

"And..." Chu Beiling emphasized, "I never caused trouble for Xing Yu. He was the one who started it. I was just fighting back."

Xu Tunan asked in confusion, "So what exactly did you do in the bathroom?"

"I was just trying to help Xing Yu because he was using one hand, but I wasn't paying attention and tripped and fell on my bottom." Chu Beiling rubbed her bottom and turned her back. "It hurts so much! Hu Tutu, can you check if my bottom is bruised?"

Just as Xu Tunan was about to speak, Xing Yu, who had returned to put away the towel, said quietly, "It's split into four mushroom-shaped pieces. Call an ambulance to take you away now; there might still be hope."

Chu Beiling turned her head and quickly reached out to touch it, to see if it really had broken into four pieces as Xing Yu had said.

Ke Jincheng saw a few people standing at the door and came over to see what was going on: "Little Prince Fanfan, what are you doing?"

Xing Yu's lips curled up almost imperceptibly. "Chu Beiling, how can you be so easily fooled? You actually believe such words."

Chu Beiling turned around abruptly, "Go to hell!"

Xing Yu lifted his eyelids, but before he could speak, Xu Tunan covered his mouth and interrupted him: "Peace brings wealth. Don't make a move. The lights are about to go out. Chu Fanfan, you'd better clean up your ass. It's full of bubbles."

After saying that, she pulled Xing Yu out and closed the bathroom door behind her.

"No—" Chu Beiling was in a mess in the bathroom, unsure whether to go out or not.

His behavior just now was too embarrassing, and Young Master Chu couldn't think of a way to deal with it for a moment, so he had no choice but to wait until the lights were turned off before going out.

Logically speaking, given Xing Yu's teasing, Chu Beiling's previous personality would have been either to tell him to go away and not make a fuss, or to directly confront him.

But he felt guilty and ashamed, so he could only lie down and take the beating. He did whatever Xing Yu said and took care of him until his hand injury healed and he was sure that Xing Yu's hand could continue to paint. Only then could he feel a little better.

Chu Beiling picked up a paintbrush at the age of four and has been drawing ever since, spending almost all her time drawing except when she's sleeping.

If the hand that once held the paintbrush could no longer hold it, even if it wasn't him, Chu Beiling could vomit blood just by empathizing with him.

Moreover, Xing Yu's injury was caused by his curse.

On Tuesday, because Xing Yu's right hand was injured, the young master Chu, feeling guilty, took over all of Xing Yu's notes for the class.

With so many humanities notes to take, Chu Beiling's hands ached from copying them all day.

Fortunately, the last period in the afternoon was physical education class, and the teachers of other subjects in the first year of high school hadn't gone so far as to try to monopolize it, so he could finally relax a bit.

After being dismissed, the students of Class 13 dispersed and went about their own business.

Xing Yu was the only one who sat on the bleachers the whole time. Many girls deliberately passed by the bleachers, blushing and pushing and pulling each other, but they didn't dare to go up and chat with him.

The person being observed is looking up at the basketball court across the street.

Xing Yu looked at it for a moment, then took out his sketchbook and started drawing with his left hand:

"The sunlight was perfect, the orange-yellow, transparent light poured down on the boy running freely on the court, wearing a bright red jersey, the boy was passionate and flamboyant."

After finishing the drawing, he signed the date in the lower right corner: September 18, 2012.

After finishing one drawing, Xing Yu turned the page and began working on the second.

A short while later, the sports representative of Class Two walked up to the boy and talked about the competition. Soon, two basketball teams were assembled.

Class 13 and Class 2 started their PK match. When the students on the playground heard the news, they all gathered around and cheered them on.

The basketball was snatched away by a tall guy from Class 2. Chu Beiling followed closely and jumped up to dribble the basketball as the opponent shot.

The ball was hit too hard, and in a parabolic arc, it hit Xing Yu on the head, bounced slightly, and rolled to a corner.

Everyone fell silent. The whole grade knew that the two school heartthrobs in Class 13 couldn't stand each other and were always ready to fight.

Everyone thought this was going to be a good show.

Xing Yu picked up the basketball from the side, dribbled it on the ground, and spun it around with one hand, saying, "Whoever wants the basketball can come and get it."

He spoke to everyone on the playground, but his gaze was fixed on Chu Beiling.

Chu Beiling knew that Xing Yu meant what he said, but if she went to take it, he really wouldn't give it to her.

Normally, he wouldn't have wanted it. Young Master Chu would never bow down to Xing Yu; he could just find someone else. But who told him to be so impulsive and harm Xing Yu?

He had no choice but to walk up to Xing Yu in front of everyone and politely ask him for the basketball: "Please give me the basketball, thank you."

Having just finished playing basketball, Chu Beiling was covered in sweat, which glistened in the sunlight.

Perhaps the sunlight was too dazzling, Xing Yu was momentarily distracted and didn't hand him the basketball, while Chu Beiling, who would normally rebel, remained silent and waited patiently.

"What if I don't give it to you?" Xing Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, looking like he was about to cause trouble.

Chu Beiling was about to retort when she saw his right hand in a cast, so she changed her tone and said very patiently, "It's okay, I'll wait for you to give it to me."

When he returned this week, he saw that Chu Beiling's attitude had completely changed after he was injured, as if he were a different person.

Thinking that Chu Beiling might have discovered something that caused his change of attitude, Xing Yu's demeanor turned even colder as he narrowed his eyes and scrutinized him: "Did you discover something?"

This is the second time.

Chu Beiling asked疑惑地问道：“What should I discover?”

"It's nothing." Xing Yu tossed the basketball into his arms, and Chu Beiling thanked him before turning to leave.

During the three art classes in the evening self-study session, Chu Beiling began to worry about Xing Yu again. It wasn't a big problem to help him copy notes or do his homework, but drawing was something that Chu Beiling could never replace.

Chu Beiling suggested, "I'll help you sketch the outline first. Once you've added the shading, you can try it yourself. I'll help you correct any mistakes after you finish drawing."

This is the best solution Chu Bei could think of. It prevents his drawing skills from becoming rusty after a period of inactivity, and at least he's keeping moving.

"No need." Xing Yu reached out and picked up a paintbrush, beginning to sketch.

Chu Beiling was still a little uneasy: "Are you sure you can do it?"

Xing Yu glanced at him and said, "Give it a try. It's better than just sitting there doing nothing."

Xing Yu's words caused Chu's guilt to surge even more: "Are you sure it's okay? Call me if you need to?"

Xing Yu: "You draw yours."

Once Chu Beiling started painting, he easily got carried away. It wasn't until he heard Xing Yu hiss that he realized there was a sick person next to him to take care of, and he quickly turned to look.

Goodness.

Xing Yu is almost finished drawing, and the drawing he did with his left hand is no worse than the one he did with his right!

"Not you?" Chu Beiling stared in disbelief. "If you can use either hand, then what about the notes I copied for you today?"

Xing Yu responded indifferently, "Consider yourself well-intentioned."

Chu Beiling wanted to curse, but he could use either hand; what was he worrying about?

But he still hadn't forgotten that Xing Yu was injured because of him.

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" Chu Beiling said angrily, her resentment running high. "Just because of your behavior, you'll have to wash my palette for a month after you get better."

"You don't have to do it; I'm not asking you to help me."

Xing Yu met his gaze: "I've already said I won't tell Aunt Li, so you don't need to worry about being talked about."

Chu Beiling was unwilling to be Xing Yu's slave and care about his feelings. That's just how he is. He'll treat those who are good to him even better. Why would he offer a warm face to someone who doesn't appreciate it? Doesn't he have any pride?

Especially since this person is cold and arrogant, unyielding and ungrateful, harder to chew than an ice cube, his explosive temper makes him unable to tolerate it at all.

I can't save face, and I can't control my temper.

If it's not out of guilt, just see if he pays any attention to him and that's it.

"You still say you don't hate me? I'm wronging you. You always have a cold face and are sarcastic towards me," Chu Beiling said, completely bewildered. "I'm trying to help you, and you refuse to appreciate it, but you have to come and prick me like a hedgehog."

Raising her chin: "What, trying to get my attention like someone from an idol drama?"

After a moment of silence, Xing Yu stared into Chu Beiling's amber eyes and said, "No one will stay by my side for long."

The shrill school bell rang, and Xing Yu's deep voice blended into the sound. Chu Beiling didn't quite hear it: "What did you say?"

"Yes, I want to get your attention. You decide what to do!" Xing Yu said with a "what the hell" attitude.

Chu Beiling now understood that Xing Yu was inherently rebellious and would feel uncomfortable if he didn't oppose him.

Young Master Chu has a stubborn temper; you have to appease him.

They're challenging you, trying to make you helpless, and you just back down?!

Of course not.

Chu Beiling decided to take a wait-and-see approach: "Okay, let's start dating then?"