Chapter 31 P-Color

The Bodhi branches extending from the green belt weave a natural green dome, with dappled sunlight falling on it, turning the whole road into a dreamlike jigsaw puzzle.

In the interplay of light and shadow, the alluring cinnabar mole on Xing Yu's brow and the coldness and rejection in his eyes were magnified infinitely.

Both righteous and wicked, with a coldness that exudes a seductive charm.

Chu Beiling's hands were itching again. Not only were his hands itching, but he was also greedy, wanting to paint Xing Yu for the rest of his life.

I don't just want to draw on paper, I want to paint on his body.

He used his favorite paints to create the most vibrant colors for Xing Yu.

After being silent for a while, Xing Yu finally spoke up: "You're so demanding."

His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, making them appear even sharper.

Chu Beiling snapped out of her daze and suppressed her wild and restless thoughts.

He coughed lightly to cover up his inner guilt: "You used up a whole bottle of my white bottle, it's not like I'm asking you to sit still and not move. You can do whatever you want, I'll draw what I want."

Xing Yu scoffed: "You're planning to rely on me for the rest of your life with just one bottle of liquor?"

"What's wrong with a bottle of 'Big White' liquor? It's precious, you know. Go ask other people and see if they'd let you scoop out a spoonful." Chu Beiling started bringing up old grievances again: "Back at the start of the semester, you asked me to pay for a single piece of charcoal, is it too much to ask you for a bottle of 'Big White' liquor?"

Xing Yu kept rubbing the eighteen-bead bracelet on Chu Beiling's left wrist. He glanced at him indifferently and then looked away: "Don't push your luck."

With his left hand gripped and placed against his neck by Xing Yu, Chu Beiling raised his right hand, pinched his chin, and lifted him up: "If you don't give me the painting, I'll have to resort to drastic measures."

Xing Yu lifted his eyelids and looked down along the fair and slender arm.

Chu Beiling raised her eyebrows triumphantly and provocatively, her eyes curving into a beautiful arc, her amber pupils gleaming with a moist light, giving her the air of a determined little fox.

Xing Yu asked with some curiosity, "What unconventional methods do you plan to use?"

Chu Beiling was only focused on Xing Yu agreeing and hadn't considered the feasibility at all: "Find a sack, put it over you, knock you unconscious, tie you to a stool, and we'll talk about it after I finish drawing."

"Oh, is it that serious?" Xing Yu frowned, looking quite worried, but his tone was casual and sounded very perfunctory, showing no sincerity in his fear.

Chu Beiling was very dissatisfied with Xing Yu's nonchalant attitude.

He snorted and tightened his grip, then threatened Xing Yu, "Don't take this lightly. Hmph, if I ever get the chance to tie you up, I'll show you what I'm made of."

"Why must you draw me?" A hint of struggle and doubt flashed in Xing Yu's eyes.

He didn't understand why Chu Beiling was so obsessed with painting him.

Chu Beiling retorted, "Why won't you let me paint?" He added, "This isn't just arguing; I genuinely want to know."

"You're quite curious." Xing Yu glanced at him indifferently and said quietly, "Curiosity killed the cat, so take it easy."

Chu Beiling didn't care and directly accepted the challenge: "Yeah~ It's because I have nine lives that I can do whatever I want. Just bring it on, I'm not afraid."

"You—" Xing Yu was speechless, stumped by Chu Beiling's increasingly determined attitude.

After a moment's hesitation, he asked again, "Why must you paint me?"

Seeing that he had no intention of answering, and knowing that she had just choked Xing Yu to the point of speechlessness, Chu Beiling decided not to provoke him further, lest he hold a grudge or retaliate in the next second.

Young Master Chu released his grip and obediently replied, "You're good-looking."

Xing Yu raised an eyebrow slightly, neither confirming nor denying, but said, "You are very good-looking yourself."

"That's different. Although my face conforms to the golden ratio of three courts and five eyes, it can only be used as a reference for painting. You're different." In terms of pursuing the perfect golden ratio of the face, isn't Agrippa's head far superior to anyone else's?!

What Xing Yu possesses is a compelling sense of history that others cannot provide.

Even if Xing Yu was just doing something completely ordinary.

Of course, Chu Beiling couldn't tell Xing Yu this, for fear that Xing Yu would smash his head in.

The tone-deaf young master Chu sang off-key: "Because what you can't have is always stirring."

He said, half threatening and half joking, "If you don't agree, I'll keep bothering you."

Xing Yu nodded slightly: "Alright, go ahead and be provocative. If one person finds it boring, I can give you a round of applause when the time is right."

He smiled at Chu Beiling and casually emphasized, "It's a freebie, no extra cost of two yuan and fifty cents."

"..." Chu Beiling said helplessly and frustratedly, "Teacher Xing, you're really hard to bully. I just said one thing to argue with you, and you shut me up again!!"

Xing Yu did not defend himself against Chu Beiling's accusations, but simply said, "Thank you for the compliment, I am not honored."

"I wasn't praising you," Chu Beiling said angrily.

Xing Yu, as always, was furious and said, "I know you're being hypocritical and that you have to take things the opposite way. I understand. You don't need to emphasize that you're praising me again. I can't accept that."

Chu Beiling felt a surge of suffocation, almost achieving immortality on the spot.

He made up his mind: after school on Friday, he would find a sack, put Xing Yu in it, drag him out, and behead him.

Xing Yu glanced at Chu Beiling beside him, who was bubbling with anger, and unconsciously curled up the corner of his mouth without even realizing it.

The two didn't speak again after that, and walked along the tree-lined path with Bodhi trees to the school clinic.

Before entering, Xing Yu, after a brief internal struggle, slowly said, "Unlimited supply is possible."

Having already given up hope that Xing Yu would agree, Chu Beiling's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard him change his mind, and she turned around abruptly: "Really?"

"Braised in soy sauce."

"As long as there's food, it doesn't matter how it's prepared." The sun shone brightly, and so did Chu Beiling's heart—

He laughed, and in his joy, he made sure to assure Xing Yu, "I will definitely use my paintbrush to give you the most dazzling colors."

The gentle autumn sunlight flowed into the room from outside, mingling with the shadows inside the doorway, precisely slicing the light and shadow on Chu Beiling's face, and his bright smile gradually deepened in this casually swaying light and shadow.

The feeling in this moment—

Xing Yu's story is difficult to recount.

He just felt that being painted into a picture, having so-called beautiful scenes captured in color, wasn't so hard to accept.

Seeing that no one had come in for a while, the school doctor inside started calling out, "What are you standing there for? Come in quickly."

After Xing Yu helped Chu Beiling treat her wounds, the two returned to the school playground.

Fortunately, Chu Beiling only suffered some minor cuts and scrapes all over his body. His hands were fine, and his feet were even better. He just needed to apply gentian violet for a couple of days.

Of course, he got a severe scolding from the school doctor, who said that he didn't know how to use his hands to cushion the impact. If it weren't for the fact that his hands were being used, he wouldn't have fallen and gotten into this terrible state.

Although the school doctor thought the student's hands were beautiful, fair, and slender, it wasn't enough to warrant going to any lengths for them.

Chu Beiling couldn't be bothered with it; he'd just listen and move on.

He usually takes great care of his hands; he'd rather die than lose his head or bleed than have his hands injured.

The 4x100 was the last event of the afternoon, and they were able to make it back in time. After confirming that there were no problems with going on stage, Chu Beiling participated directly.

Xu Tunan glanced at Chu Beiling's skin covered in wounds and suggested, "Why don't we replace you? You shouldn't run around anymore. You can rest in the stands. Your condition... does look quite serious."

“If Prince Fanfan doesn’t run, and nobody else does, even a last-minute replacement won’t work,” Xue Ziang glanced at Xu Tunan with dissatisfaction before returning his gaze to Chu Beiling, giving him an unfriendly look from head to toe: “Didn’t the school doctor say everything was fine!?”

"It's nothing, just a scratch." Under the blazing sun, Chu Beiling caught a glimpse of Xing Yu's icy gaze.

He glanced at Xing Yu sideways and said, "Why are you looking at me like that? I'm really fine. I can run and jump."

Xing Yu: "Run or don't run, it's up to you."

Alright~

You could tell from his tone that he was very unhappy.

"Don't be upset~ I'm really fine," Chu Beiling comforted Xing Yu and reassured the three of them: "I won't force myself to play when I know I'm not good enough. It's not just my game, so I won't hold you back."

He said half-jokingly, "This time I shouldn't be unlucky enough to trip and fall."

Xu Tunan reached out and hooked his arm around Chu Beiling's neck: "What do you mean by dragging us down? We're a team, we should help each other. Don't be too stubborn. Even if you really drag us down, it's okay. Others can help you make up for lost time."

Xue Ziang said, "Alright, alright, enough nonsense, let's quickly discuss tactics."

“Chu Fanfan is in the first leg, so she can run effortlessly, doing whatever she feels comfortable, and widen the gap with the other classes. The rest of us can then race against time.” Xu Tunan asked Chu Beiling, “What’s your own opinion?”

Xue Ziang directly rejected the idea: "Hu Tutu, your running is so bad, you should be in the first leg and let the others race against time. Didn't Prince Fanfan say he was fine?"

Xu Tunan was carefree and didn't care about others' unreasonable criticisms of him. After confirming that Chu Beiling was alright, he agreed immediately.

After a discussion where their proposal was rejected by the class monitor, the final arrangement was as follows:

The first runner was Xu Tunan, the second was Xue Ziang, the third was Chu Beiling, and the last runner was Xing Yu.

Because Xue Ziang, the second runner, was more than ten meters ahead of the other teams, Chu Beiling couldn't do anything even if she was anxious to be overtaken one by one.

He could only stand still to prepare for the start and the baton exchange, so that he could sprint out as soon as Xue Ziang handed him the baton.

When the second baton was passed over, whether due to the excessive impact or Xue Ziang's deliberate act, the baton slammed heavily into Chu Beiling's hand. In an instant, a burning pain spread, causing Chu Beiling to break out in a cold sweat and nearly lose his grip on the baton.

Young Master Chu was both in pain and worried, but he paid no attention to his hand and shot out like an arrow.

The sunlight was blindingly bright. Despite the pain, Chu Beiling gritted her teeth and sped towards Xing Yu, trying to catch up with the person who was lagging behind.

The moment he handed the baton to Xing Yu, he finally closed the gap with the other classes.

Driven by inertia, Chu Beiling ran after Xing Yu for seven or eight meters. The wind around them gently tousled their hair together before it quickly dispersed.

Not knowing what Xing Yu was looking down at, Chu Beiling almost knocked him over. He reached out and patted Xing Yu's shoulder: "Focus."

Xing Yu snapped out of his daze and sprinted harder, ultimately finishing in third place.

His grades weren't bad, considering he was competing with several sports students from classes seven and eight.

They were like pale-faced scholars whose yang energy had been drained, no match for the strong-limbed athletes who could easily crush them with a single arm.

They were very satisfied with their third-place finish.

Chu Beiling had just walked up to Xing Yu, intending to share the fruits of victory with him.

Xing Yu reached out and took his hand: "What happened to your hand?"

Chu Beiling had a thick, dark purple bruise on the skin around his thumb and the proximal phalanx, indicating a severe injury.

I don't know if I hurt my hand.

Xing Yu carefully examined Chu Beiling.

He must have been seriously injured. When Xing Yu examined his hand, a painful electric current flowed from his palm to his heart, and every touch precisely hit the nerve endings.

Chu Beiling snapped to attention and hissed loudly.

Xing Yu stiffened, looked up to meet his gaze: "Does it hurt a lot?"

Chu Beiling nodded: "It hurts a lot, it feels even worse than when you caught me in the door last time."

"Sorry, Prince Fanfan, I was in such a hurry that I didn't notice. Is your hand alright?" Xue Ziang asked absentmindedly.

Xu Tunan glanced at Xue Ziang, somewhat dissatisfied: "Squad leader, you were too careless. How could you smash someone's hand like this?"

Xue Ziang chuckled dryly: "It really wasn't intentional. I just felt so anxious because I was falling too far behind."

Chu Beiling pulled her hand away, twisted her wrist, and was also very dissatisfied with the class monitor's carelessness, but she was more worried and afraid that her hand would have serious problems.

Chu Beiling didn't have time to argue with them about right and wrong. He said, "Forget it, the class monitor didn't do it on purpose. I'll go to the school clinic to check."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Xing Yu quickly followed.

The two walked once again down the tree-lined path leading to the school clinic.

Art students who want to keep drawing usually pay attention to their hands and try to avoid injury, but Chu Beiling's injury was particularly serious.

Everyone knows just how much Chu Beiling cherishes his hands.

He was the kind of person who would rather break himself into a body covered in patches than instinctively protect his hands, but in the end, his own cherished hands were almost smashed into a pig's trotter by Xue Ziang.

Xing Yu: "I'm sorry."

Chu Beiling stopped in her tracks, turned around abruptly, and asked in shock, "Why are you apologizing?"

Xing Yu: "I should have refused when the squad leader asked me to switch with him as the fourth runner."

Xing Yu didn't explain exactly what he meant, but Chu Beiling understood.

He could vaguely sense that the class monitor was targeting him, but he had no evidence. They were roommates and spent almost all their time together outside the classroom, so Chu Beiling was reluctant to make malicious assumptions about someone.

He couldn't understand the former either; Xue Zi'ang had no reason to target him.

Chu Beiling laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'm not so easy to bully. I'll be more careful from now on."

Young Master Chu always adhered to the principle of being tolerant but not yielding; he was unwilling to speculate about a person's behavior with malice.

But if someone really bullies him, Chu Beiling will definitely not be polite.

Young Master Chu looked at his hand with heartache and said with a wry smile, "If I had known I would hurt my hand now, I wouldn't have protected it so much when I ran the 3000. Not only would I have been covered in patches from the fall, but you would have also scolded me. Anyway, I was going to hurt my hand sooner or later today."

Xing Yu: "When did I insult you?"

Chu Beiling complained, "You yelled at me, and you said the same thing as Teacher Liu from the school clinic."

"..." Xing Yu glanced at him and said bluntly, "You deserve it."

Chu Beiling's lips pressed into a straight line as she vehemently accused him, "Xing Yu, how can you treat a patient like this? You're heartless, cold-hearted, and unreasonable!!!"

"..." Xing Yu admitted the first two points, but when it came to being unreasonable, who could be more unreasonable than Young Master Chu? He opened his mouth, about to retort.

Chu Beiling interrupted in time: "For the sake of a more beautiful world, you'd better not say anything."

Who says he's good at being sarcastic? Chu Beiling is far ahead of everyone else when it comes to being sarcastic.

Xing Yu stared at him for a long time before finally deigning to move his lips, looking reluctant: "Then I'll blow on it for you?"