Chapter Thirty-Eight: Guilty Feelings

"Eating is the most important thing. Song Yun, what would you like to eat? I'll order takeout for you."

Jiang You rubbed his burning ears with his left hand to calm his racing heart, lowered his eyes, and took out his phone with his right hand, opening the food delivery app and swiping his thumb across the screen:

"Should we have braised pork trotters with rice? Or chicken with rice? Or rice noodles? Xinjiang fried rice noodles? Or snail rice noodles? Or Nanchang mixed rice noodles?"

With his mouth opening and closing, Song Yun watched as the red Adam's apple bobbed gently, his eyes slightly dazed.

So beautiful, I want to kiss her.

Xiao Xi's words flashed through his mind: "Brother, you have a formidable rival, Xia Yan. He's someone with a good family background and good looks. If you can't win Jiang You's favor and affection, given his personality, he will never allow you to stay with her."

"Song Yun, Song Yun?"

Song Yun slowly raised her hand, put her mask back on, and said softly, "I want to eat in the cafeteria."

Jiang You looked doubtful and asked uncertainly, "Are you sure?"

He almost fainted in the cafeteria just now.

Song Yun nodded slightly and said softly, "I want to try it."

Seeing that he wanted to try it, Jiang You didn't say anything more and silently led him on a longer route, choosing to enter the cafeteria from the southwest entrance on the other side.

This way you can avoid the crowd that just started the commotion.

The number of people in the cafeteria has decreased by nearly half compared to before, but it is still bustling with activity.

"We need to come here first to get plates and chopsticks, and then go over there to line up for food," Jiang You said as he walked forward.

Following behind, Song Yun stretched out her long, clean hand and obediently picked up a stainless steel plate, then picked up a pair of chopsticks.

Because of his tall and outstanding stature, coupled with the fact that he was wearing a mask and thick, heavy clothing in the sweltering summer heat, he looked particularly eye-catching.

Whenever someone passes by him, they can't help but glance at him a couple more times, as if he were a crane standing out from the crowd.

After observing Song Yun discreetly for a while and finding nothing unusual about him, Jiang You felt relieved.

In reality, Song Yun was so nervous that he was on the verge of collapse, as if a group of fierce-looking people would suddenly rush out at any moment, tie him up, and take him away without saying a word.

But seeing the girl's back made him less afraid.

Jiang You prepared the food and deliberately chose a quiet corner where Song Yun sat inside, against the wall, while she sat outside.

Looking at the food in front of him and listening to the noise in the air, the boy hesitated for a moment before taking off his mask.

He knew that he was very good-looking and that every time he showed his face, he would attract twice as much attention and people would gather around him.

Jiang You ate several bites of food before realizing that he hadn't touched it at all. Seeing that his hand was still in the position of taking off his mask, he thought he didn't want to show his face in public.

She casually picked up a book, opened it, and stood it upright in the center of the table, laughing, "Okay, that way no one can see you eating."

Song Yun's heart skipped a beat, her ears flushed pink, and she whispered, "...Thank you."

"You're welcome. After all, your sister asked me to take care of you," she said casually, her head down as she ate.

Song Yun was taken aback, bit her lip lightly, and lowered her head in frustration. It turned out it wasn't because of him.

After Jiang You finished eating, he subconsciously looked to the side. The young man only showed half of his face, eating slowly and elegantly, like a young master from a wealthy family in the Republic of China era... Just like Xia Yan, he was pleasing to the eye.

I don't know if Song Yun was even more afraid of strangers than she was, or if she was in a dominant position with Song Yun, which made her lose that fear of trendy people.

She watched as the other person ate slower and slower, his head drooped lower and lower, and his body swayed as if he were about to faint and fall into the plate.

"!!!" Jiang You was startled and quickly got up to hold his forehead, only to find that his face was bright red and very hot.

"What's wrong with you? Have you got heatstroke?"

Song Yun shook his head. The hand on his forehead was so cold, and he felt a jolt down his spine, causing his whole body to shiver involuntarily.

He whispered, feeling dizzy, "Look at me, my heart is beating so fast, I can't take it anymore."

Jiang You: "..."

Vulnerable children.

"I'm not watching anymore, you should eat quickly," she said, sitting back down and taking out her phone.

Xia Yan sent many messages:

[Right, look, this is the school I attend (attached is a scenic picture)]

[And you? What are you doing right now?]

[It's 9 PM Beijing time now, have you missed me?]

[Look at this teacher, he's a friend of my maternal grandfather's, and he's usually very strict with me.]

[This is what I had for lunch. The chef used to cook for state banquets. You foodie, why don't you take a day off and come try it?]

[What about you? What did you have for lunch?]

She frowned slightly; this was not what she had expected.

It should be that he gradually reduced contact with her after Xia Yan left, not that he's being overly enthusiastic now.

Maybe it's because the time was too short? It might take another week or two for it to fade?

But she felt really guilty, so she kept Song Yun by her side.

Song Yun replied to Xia Yan perfunctorily with a generic emoji, and after only a few replies, she cautiously nudged her: "Jiang You, I've finished eating."

He finished eating, but I just saw that there was still a lot of rice and vegetables on his plate.

"Okay, let's go after we finish eating."

Jiang You put away his phone and showed Song Yun where to put the bowl she had just finished eating.

“If you really can’t eat anymore, pour the rice into that white bucket,” Jiang You pointed to the white bucket, “then put the plate here, and separate the chopsticks, that’s all.”

Song Yun smiled slightly and nodded, "Understood."

At Nanen University, in the club's billiards room, Xia Yan leaned lazily against the back of her chair, propping her cheek with her hand. Her amber eyes stared blankly at the words: "[I have a lot of classes this afternoon, I'm going to rest now, goodbye!]".

He also had a copy of Jiang You's class schedule, which showed only one Modern Chinese class in the afternoon, so what was this?

Why? We were perfectly fine when we parted that day.

His tongue pressed against his fangs, and a violent possessiveness, like a tornado sweeping across the sky, gnawed at his reason at an alarming speed.

Xia Yan's usual laid-back attitude doesn't mean he's a good person.

Now a voice tells him: She's lying to you. No matter the reason, arrest her immediately and lock her up so she can belong to you forever.

Next to the pool table.

After finishing a game, Xue Yun, who had a buzz cut and an earring, noticed Xia Ge's absent-minded look and asked Lu Shi'an beside him, "What's wrong with Xia Ge?"

He's usually such a carefree person, why does he look so anxious and insecure now? It's not like him at all.

Lu Shi'an bent down, his upper body almost touching the table. This movement made his black shirt cling tightly to his back, perfectly showcasing his broad shoulders and high waist.

His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong forearms. His left palm rested on the table, while his right hand gripped the cue stick tightly, his thumb and forearm forming a near 90-degree angle with his upper arm.

With a flick of his wrist, the cue ball struck the target ball precisely, accompanied by a pleasant sound as it went into the pocket. He casually stood up and said, "Of course, it's because of my sister-in-law."

Thinking of the girl who had fled in panic, Lu Shi'an licked his lips, bent down again, and this time, distracted, he didn't score a single goal.