Chapter 21 P - Tsundere

Xing Yu lifted his eyelids slightly: "What do you think?"

What does he think?

Young Master Chu felt like he'd been screwed in the door; how could he possibly think Xing Yu was late because he went to buy allergy medication for him?

He probably wasn't that kind-hearted.

Seeing that Chu Beiling remained silent, Xing Yu asked, "If I bought it, would you be afraid to use it?"

Young Master Chu, who was used to arguing with him, didn't think twice and casually replied, "Yeah, then we definitely need to confirm. What if it really was from you? I can't accept this blessing. I'm afraid my face will get ruined."

Xing Yu's already cold face darkened several shades.

Chu Beiling instantly realized he had said the wrong thing. Even if Xing Yu hadn't bought the medicine, he shouldn't have said such a thing.

However, Young Master Chu also harbored resentment towards his ancestor who could change his face so easily, and decided to turn the tables: "Brother, if you bought it, admit it and deliver it to me personally. If you had someone else hand it over to me, how could I not overthink it?"

Xing Yu: "..."

Their eyes met for a moment—

"If I deliver it to you, you'll say..." Xing Yu glanced at him and mimicked Chu Beiling's manner and tone, "Xing Yu, you're so kind. Is this medicine safe to use if it's not poisoned? I'd rather not take it."

His movements, eyes, and tone were so lifelike that Young Master Chu was speechless. These were the words he would normally say, deliberately trying to argue with Xing Yu.

But if he were truly so kind, Chu Beiling wouldn't have been so tactless as to argue and contradict him.

Young Master Chu made a last-ditch effort, trying to save face: "This is prejudice against me, a huge prejudice, and I won't accept it."

Xing Yu raised his right eyebrow, clearly disagreeing with this statement.

He tossed a mini notebook to Chu Beiling. Young Master Chu was puzzled. He looked down and flipped through the notebook. Good heavens, he was shocked by what he saw.

January 7, 2007, Xing Yu, nobody likes you like this.

On May 6, 2009, Xing Yu said, "Don't go looking for trouble."

November 27, 2011, Xing Yu, why are you always so unreasonable?

2012...

This is also—

Looking at Xing Yu's vindictive notebook, Chu Beiling felt ashamed.

Only recent events allowed him to recall exactly what he had said and what had happened with Xing Yu, but Young Master Chu didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, unless Xing Yu's actions were truly excessive.

He would never say that.

That's too much! They actually hold grudges and keep a record of them.

Chu Beiling tossed the grudge notebook back to Xing Yu: "What, you want to settle scores? Come on, now!"

"I'll just say I'm prejudiced against you," Xing Yu retorted. "Don't you have any prejudice against me at all?!"

Young Master Chu had no rebuttal. He did have those qualities. Putting aside the fact that Xing Yu was difficult to get along with and always causing trouble, he probably still wouldn't like Xing Yu that much even without those qualities.

A teenager's world is very small, so small that it only consists of their parents and grades. No one wants their parents to constantly compare them to others, saying that they are not as good as others in this or that way. No matter what you do, there is always a benchmark, and no matter what you do, you are always wrong for not being as good as others.

Xing Yu himself did nothing wrong; he was simply resentful and jealous.

After spending the past two weeks working like a slave for Xing Yu, Chu Beiling discovered that as long as Xing Yu kept quiet, he was actually quite easy to get along with, except that he was a bit... well, resistant to contact and communication with people.

If someone really shamelessly sticks to him, Xing Yu wouldn't feel comfortable refusing.

Adhering to the principle of joining forces if you can't beat them, Young Master Chu sent a friendly message: "Xing Yu, let's put aside our prejudices against each other and get to know each other again."

Xing Yu glanced indifferently at the slender, fair hands that were outstretched towards him, then looked back into his eyes.

Chu Beiling's amber eyes were bathed in a silvery moonlight. He smiled softly, his canine teeth sharp, flamboyant yet romantic.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Chu Beiling." Xing Yu reached out and gently touched his hand before letting go.

Very formal and official, the two teenagers reached a simple verbal agreement.

Let's leave this matter for now.

For the next two days, Chu Beiling continued to take care of the injured patient Xing Yu, but whenever Xing Yu ate alone, Chu Beiling would take the initiative to sit next to him to avoid leaving him alone.

If Xing Yu asks, he'll just say, "Isn't it to get to know him again? How can we get to know each other without getting to know each other?" He'll just shut him down.

At this point, Xing Yu, whose mouth was colder than dry ice, would shut his mouth, wanting to retort but too embarrassed to, his ears turning slightly pink from holding it in.

This gave young Master Chu a fun thing to do. Every day, besides eating, studying, and drawing, he would always go over and tease Xing Yu a couple of times until he made Xing Yu blush.

In response, Li Dong couldn't help but say, "I think you two get along quite well. How come you're saying he's allergic to you? If he were really allergic to you, Chu Fanfan wouldn't be taking care of you."

Xing Yu glanced at her indifferently and casually changed the subject: "You've known him for so many years, don't you know? Anyone would have done the same thing. It has nothing to do with whether I like him or not."

Besides, Chu Beiling was an exception for him. It was already strange enough that she was willing to take care of him, let alone work hard without complaint. It was simply impossible.

Her willingness to take care of him is likely due to a guilty conscience.

Li Dong had a good relationship with both of them, and she had always tried to speak well of both sides to improve their relationship. "If that's the case, why would he treat you differently or not accept you? No one would have any reason to reject someone else's advances!"

Especially for someone like Chu Beiling, who is tough on the outside but soft on the inside, a few kind words from others will make him lose his temper.

Of course, Xing Yu also had some skills; he could always find different angles to provoke Chu Beiling into exploding on the spot and turning him into a fire-breathing dragon.

Xing Yu's lips curled into a slight smile, and he offered no comment, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Chu Beiling and Li Dong were unaware that he disliked monotonous relationships and wanted something unique that others didn't have.

Otherwise, it's better not to have it at all.

Whether Chu Beiling had something to say or not, Xing Yu let him tease him without uttering a single word in rebuttal, and the increasingly harmonious situation that appeared to others continued until Thursday.

This Thursday and Friday, they will have their first semester monthly exams. Their art class will not only have to take the academic exams but also the art exams. Their academic scores will be ranked along with those of the regular classes, experimental classes, and parallel classes in the whole grade. Their art scores will be ranked separately for the seven art classes in grades 10, 11, and 12.

Very exciting.

Whether it's academics or art, they can't be too lax. Regarding their academic studies, Wang Caiyan emphasized again: "Don't think that just because you are art students, your academic performance is unimportant."

Especially a very few students in our class, who are completely focused on drawing and don't care about their academic subjects at all, thinking it's useless whether they do well or not.

"What's the point of working so hard on drawing if it doesn't improve your grades?" She glanced at Chu Beiling, who was drawing. "Even if you get a perfect score of 300 on the joint entrance exam, so what? If your academic grades are terrible and don't meet the requirements, you still won't get into university. Please take your academic studies seriously and don't take it lightly."

Chu Beiling, weighing 110 pounds and with a rebellious streak, strongly disagreed with Wang Caiyan's words.

He muttered to himself, "What does getting 300 points on the college entrance exam mean? Like cabbages at the market, something you can just get whenever you want!"

Xing Yu glanced at him sideways, and Chu Beiling raised an eyebrow, looking provocative: "What, did I say something wrong?"

After a pause, Xing Yu said, "That's right."

Achieving 300 points in art is about the same level of difficulty as getting full marks in all academic subjects. In addition to dedication and hard work, it also requires strong talent, especially for those who study art.

People with average talent will be easily defeated by those with exceptional talent.

Chu Beiling belongs to the type of person who is not only talented but also surpasses others. He is extremely sensitive to color and line. Even if it is just a still life sketch, his painting is bright, vigorous, joyful, and full of unrestrained vitality.

He was always painting, as if painting was the only thing in his life.

Xing Yu: "I thought you would be very confident in getting 300 points."

"Don't think that just because someone is good at drawing doesn't mean there aren't plenty of talented artists out there. I'm nothing special." Chu Beiling tilted her paintbrush at him. "Besides, it's impossible to get a perfect score on the joint entrance exam. The teachers will lower the scores, and even if you get a perfect score, it will most likely be reduced to 290 points!"

He took the drawing paper out of the sketchbook and placed it on Xing Yu's desk, smiling as he said, "No matter what the score is, one thing will never change: drawing will always be something I'm proud of, and grades will never be a shackle that binds me."

Xing Yu picked up the drawing paper. The picture showed:

Three chibi-style figures stood on the podium, their chubby heads adorned with olive wreaths. Each figure held an exam paper in one hand and a numbered trophy in the other. The champion, the third-place winner, were chibi versions of Chu Beiling, Xing Yu, and Li Dong. On either side, a sea of ​​black figures clapped, and a banner that read "Victory in the Exam" was stretched from left to right.

Chu Beiling ranked first, September 26, 2012, left during class meeting.

"You're quite competitive," Xing Yu said, looking up from the picture book. "Aren't grades...aren't they the shackles that bind you?!"

Chu Beiling raised her chin: "That has nothing to do with me wanting to surpass you."

“You’re already number one!” Xing Yu pointed to the champion.

Chu Beiling: "This is a pre-announcement."

“Then I’m looking forward to it.” Xing Yu pushed the drawing paper back: “I look forward to you taking me down, just like you announced.”

The afternoon sun slanted into the classroom at four o'clock, falling on his arms and hair, and Xing Yu's eyes sparkled with a few fragments of light.

His wildness grew unchecked in the shards of light.

Unruly and lazy, especially wicked.

Chu Beiling met his eyes: "You don't need to give me the painting. Giving it to you is for you to tear up."

Xing Yu lifted his eyelids: "Why tear it? This is your evidence."

"Believe it or not, I'll bite you." Chu Beiling was so angry she was practically fuming.

Xing Yu laughed: "You wouldn't dare."

That laugh, coupled with that nonchalant "I dare not," was utterly provocative.

Ke Jincheng, sitting in the front row, had probably overheard their conversation and was trying to suppress his laughter. He was trembling all over. He glanced at the homeroom teacher to make sure she wasn't looking at him, then quickly turned back and said, "Little Prince Fanfan, don't be a coward, go for it, bite him."

Young Master Chu was very dissatisfied and kicked his stool, saying, "You talk too much."

Ke Jincheng's words sounded like he was unleashing a dog to bite someone. Chu Beiling was sure that if he opened his mouth to bite Xing Yu, he would definitely not say anything nice.

If I don't bite, does that mean I'm really afraid of him?

Especially when she met Xing Yu's arrogant and haughty gaze, it was practically the same as dancing on his head.

Young Master Chu was so angry that his teeth were chattering.

I can't stand it.

Chu Beiling smiled, lifted his toes, and rubbed his feet up his strong calves little by little. Xing Yu mechanically turned his head, his face greener than the Bodhi leaves outside the window.

Seeing his increasingly arrogant demeanor, Young Master Chu deliberately flicked his tongue and winked at him smugly.

Xing Yu couldn't stand it anymore and glared at him, then reached out and grabbed Chu Beiling's misbehaving foot.

Young Master Chu was instantly startled, his fur standing on end, and he became alert: "What are you doing?"