Chapter 152 Extra 2

The moment the subway doors opened, Wei Li wanted to escape, but seeing Zhao Xiheng's nonchalant face, he finally frowned, gritted his teeth, and followed her in.

The evening rush hour was still going on, and the subway was packed like sardine cans, filled with all sorts of smells and sounds.

People surged toward the two people like a tidal wave.

He glanced at Zhao Xiheng standing next to him; with her small frame, she'd probably be squeezed into mush.

The subway is full of men and women, and with so many people around, you never know which one might be a bad guy who might grope a young and pretty girl.

Wei Li put his arm around Zhao Xiheng's waist, shoved her into a corner, and blocked her in front of him, trying to prevent others from having any physical contact with her.

He looked at Zhao Xiheng with disdain, noting her short sleeves and short skirt, and then spread his arms to shield her. "Why are you wearing such short clothes? How can a young girl like you have no sense of safety? It's so dangerous. Let's not take the subway next time."

Zhao Xiheng stared at him expressionlessly. After such an unpleasant subway ride, he actually wanted to spend time with her again? Had he got his head stuck in a door? "I remember someone told me yesterday to wear a short skirt, to wear..."

Wei Li quickly covered her mouth, the past was too painful to recall, "Can you please stop..."

Before he could finish speaking, the burly man behind him pushed his way in, and the three of them were crammed together like hamburgers.

Wei Li was hit hard on the back with a thud. He staggered from the impact, quickly stopped, shielded Zhao Xiheng, and turned around fiercely, "What are you doing? Can't you stand up straight!"

The burly man with tattooed arms originally wanted to yell back because of his fierceness, but when he saw the boy who was two or three inches taller than him and had dyed hair and pierced ears, he swallowed his harsh words and silently took a step back.

Zhao Xiheng was being squeezed between two people, making it hard for her to breathe. Wei Li was too busy saying harsh things to her and was still clinging to her tightly, so she pushed him away a little.

Wei Li felt the strength of her hand and realized that something soft was pressed against his chest, as if something incredible had been placed there.

"Hey, I didn't mean to..." He took two steps back, stammering an apology, his face and ears turning red.

Although he's a scoundrel, he's not a scoundrel. The girl hasn't agreed to date you yet, and you shamelessly try to take advantage of her, which is really beneath you.

Zhao Xiheng suddenly lowered her head and stopped talking. Wei Li thought she was angry, so he poked her shoulder and said, "Don't be angry. I really didn't mean to."

Zhao Xiheng kept her head down. She glanced at the crowd and saw that the straight and tall figure still stood motionless.

The man had a buzz cut, a long neck, and broad shoulders; he was over forty years old.

Feeling guilty, she was terrified that the man would turn around. Even Wei Li's not-so-loud voice made her uneasy.

"Shut up, don't say anything." She grabbed Wei Li's white hoodie, pulled him closer, and almost huddled in his arms, pinching his waist softly.

Huh? She came over to me on her own initiative!

Wei Li's pale cheeks appeared even rosier, and she even seemed a little shy.

Could it be that his shout just now sounded particularly manly, making her a little tempted?

"Cough cough..." He glanced down and could only see a section of her snow-white neck exposed as she lowered her head, and couldn't help but swallow.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"I'm doing this for your own good, you'd better keep quiet." Zhao Xiheng grabbed his clothes, glared at him fiercely, and threatened him.

“My dad is not far away.”

She gave him a wink.

Wei Li turned her head and immediately saw the man standing ramrod straight.

He exuded righteousness and had an unapproachable demeanor.

His initial thought of shamelessly going out to say hello vanished instantly. He stiffly turned his head, instinctively lowering his voice, afraid of being discovered, "What does Uncle do?"

“Police officer.” Zhao Xiheng scanned him from head to toe. “You could take on ten delinquents like you in one go.”

"Uncle's off work?" What a coincidence to run into you.

“There are a lot of pickpockets on the subway, have you heard of plainclothes police?” Although she lowered her voice, her tone became light. “Be careful, don’t get caught, or I’m afraid my dad will beat you to death. My dad hits really hard.”

"You were beaten by your father?" Wei Li asked nervously, her eyes wide with shock.

"No, it was some brat who keeps chasing after me who said it," Zhao Xiheng said gleefully. "You'd better keep your mouth shut and try to make yourself less noticeable."

"What am I afraid of him for?" Wei Li said stubbornly, but he couldn't help but shrink back and bury half of his face in the collar of his turtleneck sweatshirt.

Should he take some time to dye his hair black?

He just wants to start dating early, why is it so difficult? Zhao Xiheng is difficult enough, and now her dad has shown up too. No, it's not that he's afraid of Zhao Xiheng's dad, it's just that they're elders. If they end up together, they'll inevitably have to meet each other's parents, and it would be so awkward if they fought.

With his eyes half-closed, looking like an ostrich, Zhao Xiheng surprisingly found him somewhat cute.

How childish.

Because Zhao Xiheng's father appeared on the subway, Wei Li was so nervous and distracted that he couldn't even watch a movie.

Holding a bag of popcorn, he asked Zhao Xiheng, "Are plainclothes police officers coming to the movie theater?"

There are quite a few pickpockets in movie theaters.

“Come on, I don’t know…” Zhao Xiheng picked up some popcorn from his hand and said casually.

Wei Li's heart pounded even faster. He straightened his back, his jawline taut, and looked around. Everyone around him was engrossed in watching the movie, and there were no plainclothes police officers.

"How about we go to the arcade?"

The movie was at its most exciting part, and Zhao Xiheng heard him chattering away. She casually replied, "Go, they go everywhere. Do you know the guy selling grilled cold noodles and hand-pulled pancakes at the school gate? He's my dad's colleague."

Wei Li felt a chill run down his spine. He really just wanted to fall in love early, but there were obstacles everywhere.

He couldn't help but wonder, what if he ever booked a hotel room with Zhao Xiheng and someone suddenly knocked on the door to check the room? It might just be one of her father's colleagues.

I originally asked her to bring her ID because I wanted to take her to that really fun private arcade tonight...

He felt that dating Zhao Xiheng was too difficult, so he thought he should give up. There were so many pretty girls in the world, and he didn't necessarily have to date Zhao Xiheng, right?

Wei Li shook the popcorn that was still half full and turned to look at Zhao Xiheng.

She seemed genuinely there to watch the movie, completely absorbed, the flickering light from the screen reflecting on her face. Zhao Xiheng's features were exquisitely beautiful, flawless.

"What a pity," he clicked his tongue softly.

Ever since that day when they left the movie theater, Wei Li has stopped making a point of talking to Zhao Xiheng.

Zhao Xiheng breathed a sigh of relief. If she had known that the fact that her father was a policeman would have made him give up, she would have told him earlier.

Wei Li is really free. He hasn't quit his job as a library volunteer yet. He sits at the lending desk every day playing on his phone without saying a word. He's dyed his hair back to green. It's still his favorite color.

He was so sullen, it was obvious he was unhappy, and no one dared to provoke him, they even turned the pages of their books quietly.

Wei Li flipped through her phone, opening various contacts, but there wasn't a single person she wanted to chat with. Frustrated, she locked her phone, picked up a pen, and started scribbling on a piece of paper.

He was bored, aimless, and his eyes were lifeless; he didn't even know what he was writing.

The boy who came to borrow a book was curious and couldn't help but crane his neck to look at him. Wei Li glared at him, quickly crossed out all the words on the paper, slammed the door, and left.

I'm hungry, I'm going to buy some food.

The boy touched the bridge of his nose, stubbornly refusing to change his ways, and stretched his head to look over again.

Although the scratches are not very clear, some clues can still be vaguely discerned.

X Dan?

What is this thing?

The burly man selling grilled cold noodles at the entrance, wearing a small apron, sat on a small stool watching videos. His honest appearance made it hard to imagine that he was an undercover police officer.

Wei Li doubted his identity, wondering if Zhao Xiheng was trying to fool him.

"Grilled cold noodles, two eggs, sausage, and chicken strips." He swiped ten yuan over.

The middle-aged man got up, wiped his hands, lifted two sheets of grilled cold noodles, and asked, "Do you want it spicy?"

Wei Li put his hands in his pockets, nodded, and watched him do it. This was the first time he had ever eaten grilled cold noodles at the school gate.

...

He believed the older man was an undercover police officer, and that he was doing a terrible job.

The eggs were beaten so badly they spilled out, and the pancake fell apart...

Wei Lizhen was quite disgusted, but for some reason, he unusually accepted the scalding hot cardboard box with the utmost politeness, saying, "Thank you, Uncle."

The uncle who grilled cold noodles thought that you really can't judge a book by its cover; the young man looked like a delinquent, but he was actually quite polite.

Wei Li carried the grilled cold noodles and finished eating them halfway there. He casually threw the cardboard box into the trash can in front of the library.

I ate while walking and got a lot of gas, and the food was really bad. My stomach hurts a bit, so I should go back and lie down.

Zhao Xiheng took out her campus card and handed it to the thin, small librarian. "Could you please check if the Records of the Grand Historian is still available?"

"The full set?"

"The whole set, thank you."

The administrator adjusted his glasses and searched the system, "The complete set has five books, and there's still... in..."

“There’s only the first book left.” Wei Li interrupted him, pushing aside the thin boy who was adjusting his glasses, and glanced at the computer. “Only the first volume is left. Do you still want to borrow it?”

The administrator, who had been pushed aside, dared not speak out in anger. When he saw Wei Li glancing over, he quickly agreed, "Yes, the rest have all been borrowed. The first book was just returned."

"Borrow." Zhao Xiheng handed over her campus card.

"Um, I still need to organize the books, so I'll trouble you, Wei, to help me with the borrowing procedures." Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was tense, the librarian quickly ran away after saying that.

Wei Li took Zhao Xiheng's campus card and entered her student ID: 20119532

Class 6, Number 32.

In the second-floor library, Zhao Xiheng craned her neck to watch Wei Li step on a scaffold and retrieve five copies of the Records of the Grand Historian from the top shelf.

"Don't we have them all? How come only the first volume is left?" Zhao Xiheng's neck was sore, and she asked as she watched Wei Li jump down in a few moves.

"Except for the first one, I just borrowed the rest." Wei Li patted off non-existent dust from the books, handed the first one to her, tucked the rest under his arm, and then put the box away.