Chapter 101 Don't Bite

The weather in Jinghai suddenly turned cold, leaves began to fall from the branches along the roadside, and the atmosphere was somewhat desolate. The sky was clear and blue, with few clouds.

Ever since that day when tutoring ended.

The atmosphere between Cong Chun and Duan Mingxiao was somewhat strange, an unspoken understanding, as if shrouded in a thin fog.

Recently, the young master has been busy assembling a car fleet. He's been so busy that he hasn't had the extra energy to think about it. However, Duan Mingxiao has been holding back a lot of anger in his heart. If he doesn't let off some steam soon, the young master will turn himself into a pufferfish from anger.

Recently, Duan Mingxiao rented a training ground, the same suburban car park where he modified his car last time. The person in charge is Cheng Feng. There's no other reason than that it's cheap there.

A racing team not only needs highly physically fit drivers, but also a professional support team, a car maintenance team, and a research and development team. Every link is indispensable, as are strong sponsors.

Duan Mingxiao was wearing a red and white training uniform, which made the boy's broad shoulders and narrow waist stand out. Underneath, he wore a black vest, which made the young master's back muscles look well-developed, after all, he had been doing resistance training for many years.

Because their team hasn't been officially formed yet, their team uniforms haven't been chosen.

The boy had just finished training, and after taking off his helmet, his dark hair was slightly damp.

Duan Mingxiao was breathing heavily, his thick Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily. The young master opened his sports bag, his well-defined fingers pulling out his phone, his dark, narrow eyes silently fixed on the screen.

He doesn't like reading a bunch of random, junk information.

Cong Chun didn't send him any messages, and their chat history stopped two days ago, which made Duan Mingxiao angry.

For no apparent reason, I just ignored him.

Duan Mingxiao has a temper too, you know.

The young master would change Cong Chun's nickname to "idiot" one minute and "heartless little devil" the next.

Finally, for some reason, Duan Mingxiao saw the nickname he had changed and secretly felt pleased, though his expression became somewhat uneasy.

The next second, Duan Mingxiao snapped out of his daze in annoyance and typed out a long "condemnation," which was mostly about Cong Chun being unreasonable, cold towards him, and not initiating messages to him...

Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao read the short essay on the sending interface word by word, and even the young master himself wanted to laugh.

How did I become so childish?

Duan Mingxiao unconsciously lowered his deep-set eyes, recalling the day he and Duan Mingxiao parted ways after his tutoring session.

Holding Cong Chun's arm, he couldn't help but ask.

"What's wrong? Why don't you talk to me first?"

Cong Chun pursed his lips and didn't speak, only muttering something under his breath.

Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun silently broke free from his hand.

Duan Mingxiao felt the emptiness in his palm and remained silent, his stubborn temper flaring up instantly.

"If you don't take the initiative to talk to me, then I won't take the initiative to talk to you either."

Cong Chun nodded and silently responded.

The young master always lies to him, and Cong Chun doesn't want to talk to him anymore.

Recalling their last conversation, Duan Mingxiao had been somewhat distracted during training these past few days.

Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao deleted all the short essays in the chat box, leaving it completely blank.

This time he wouldn't take the initiative to send a message, because that would make it seem like Duan Mingxiao cared a lot about Chun Chun, which would be too embarrassing.

Duan Mingxiao sat on the sofa, and Mengmeng, who hadn't seen its owner for a long time, immediately wagged its tail and came to greet him.

Mengmeng is a Rottweiler. Although this breed is highly obedient and more sensible than some other breeds, it can't resist its owner, Duan Mingxiao, who advocates letting the animal's natural instincts run free.

Mengmeng is quite obedient to some extent. She can go to the toilet by herself and won't bite people randomly. However, she is playful and clingy, and sometimes she can be quite destructive. She is as energetic as Duan Mingxiao.

However, Duan Mingxiao rarely blamed him for this.

In his eyes, this shows that Mengmeng is innovative and has a spirit of exploration.

Unfortunately, Duan Mingxiao's mind is completely focused on his phone right now.

The young master's narrow eyes fell on the phone screen again, and he opened the chat interface with Cong Chun for the nth time.

Duan Mingxiao's thin lips involuntarily pursed into a straight line, his long knuckles sliding across the screen, and soon he sent Cong Chun several emojis.

The young master raised an eyebrow, his eyelids drooping. There was nothing he could do; he just cared. So what? Who dared to say anything to him?

There's no doubt that Duan Mingxiao cares about Cong Chun.

Since he couldn't send messages to Chun Chun, he sent her emojis instead.

"I've already sent the emojis, so sending a few more words shouldn't be a problem, right?" Duan Mingxiao carefully considered his tone.

(Have you got a meal yet?)

(Don't worry about me, I ate a very big meal tonight.)

(Would you like to see what this young master is eating?) Grinning soybean (jpg).

(Fine, I'll just send it to you to take a look, being the kind person I am.)

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(I'll bring you some to school tomorrow, no need to thank me.) Sunglasses and soybeans.jpg

Unfortunately, Cong Chun didn't reply to any of his messages.

Because Cong Chun was having dinner with someone else, he wasn't looking at his phone.

In a corner of Yenching University's cafeteria.

Luo Qing took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of beautiful, sparkling peach blossom eyes.

Although he didn't spend much time at Yenching University, he still had to come to school.

Cong Chun stared at the food on Luo Qing's plate; it was very little, even less than what her grandmother's pet dog, Gegeda, ate.

Cong Chun took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the chopsticks, then turned the chopsticks around and put the chicken leg from his plate onto Luo Qing's plate.

"Lolo, you eat."

Luo Qing smiled at Cong Chun in front of him. His diet is now managed by a nutritionist. If he eats the chicken leg that Cong Chun handed him today, he will probably have to go to the gym to work overtime tonight.

However, he did not tell Cong Chun, since Luo Qing was happy to accept it.

What's a little more fitness training? He didn't want to refuse Cong Chun's kindness.

"Thank you, brother."

The boy's voice was pleasant and deep, like the gentle, melodious playing of a violin.

Luo Qing even took out her phone to take a picture, and later posted it on her Weibo account with the caption "Recording a happy moment".

Many of Luo Qing's fans, nicknamed "Little Dragonflies," left comments saying they wanted to eat there, since Peking University's cafeteria is known for its delicious food at reasonable prices.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Qing noticed that Cong Chun's lips were chapped due to dryness, and the boy would purse them slightly from time to time.

When Cong Chun woke up this morning, she found that her lips were quite chapped.

Autumn arrives much earlier in Jinghai than in Jianghe, and the climate is also drier. Cong Chun has been experiencing a dry throat and chapped lips these past few days, indicating a bit of acclimatization issues.

Luo Qing raised her hand, her slightly cool fingertips gently grasping Cong Chun's chin. The boy frowned, his tone revealing a hint of worry.

"Brother, don't bite your lower lip."