Chapter 39 39 “Maybe I’ll take the bait.”…

As He Jingsui's voice came out, the commotion around them became louder. Chen Zan's gaze met his deep eyes, and his nose suddenly felt sore for some reason.

Her voice trembled with grievance. "I'll go with you."

The next second, He Jingsui pulled Chen Zhan toward him. Meng Gaoyuan let go, and she nearly stumbled and fell. Fortunately, his broad, warm palm supported her shoulders, steadying her as she fell into his arms.

The dry and warm breath penetrated her nose and enveloped her whole body.

Feels very safe.

He Jing then took her wrist and left in the noisy crowd.

He pulled her behind him, the breeze caressing her feverish cheeks. The skin of the wrist he was holding was very hot. At the moment her heartbeat was deafening, she raised her eyes to look at the young man in front of her. The brilliant light outlined his shoulders, and the thick hair on his head was also stained with golden light.

Her steps followed the beat of her heart, her eyes filled with only his presence. In a corner where he couldn't see, she finally curved her lips freely, silently expressing her love in her eyes.

When He Shiyi, Ji Miaomiao and Tao Yiran chased out, the crowd outside the dormitory had not yet dispersed, and Meng Gaoyuan, who was left behind by Chen Zan, was still there.

The three little sisters looked at each other.

"What's going on..." Ji Miaomiao asked He Shiyi beside her in a low voice. He Shiyi shook his head and turned back to look at her, "I don't know. Why is he here?"

He Shiyi exchanged glances with Ji Miaomiao.

Ji Miaomiao shrugged to indicate that she didn't know either.

It was not until Tao Yiran asked someone at random that they realized they had just missed a wonderful confession.

"Do you know what the most exciting thing is?" The passerby student recalled the most exciting scene just now, covered his mouth with the back of his hand and said to Tao Yiran: "He Jingsui is here."

"He Jingsui?" Tao Yiran was a little slow to react and asked casually, "What is he doing here?"

"Kidnap."

“…”

"The point is, the girl followed him willingly."

“…”

Tao Yiran was almost unable to eat this huge mouthful of melon. She digested it slowly by herself. Suddenly, she remembered Chen Zhan's incoherent words in the dormitory. Combined with Ji Miaomiao's guess at the time...

And at this moment, that speculation gradually deepened in her heart.

With an incredible look on her face, she tugged at the corner of He Shiyi's clothes, with an expression of surprise and disbelief on her face, and said to her: "Shiyi, Zhanzhan doesn't like your brother, does he?"

…

Chen Zan was dragged far away by He Jingsui, across the playground, across the tree-lined path, and across the pier on the lake. The number of students on the road became fewer and fewer.

The sun was scorching at the moment, so He Jingsui found a shade under a tree and let go of Chen Zan's hand.

He turned to face her. The girl lowered her head silently. Looking down, he could only see her long eyelashes, her straight nose, and her petal-like lips. Her fair and delicate skin was slightly reflective from the sunlight.

He Jing then moved his feet to block a small part of the sun for her.

A dark grey shadow fell from the side, and Chen Zan's eyelashes trembled twice, like a butterfly's wings shedding wing powder. She raised her eyelashes cautiously and looked at him. The moment their eyes met, she subconsciously wanted to look away.

But He Jingsui's eyes were too deep and dark, as if there was a huge attracting disk in them, invisibly hooking her eyes.

My cheeks were burning hot and my palms were sweaty.

"How long has he been pestering you?"

The hazy vision gradually became clear, Chen Zan blinked, and He Jingsui looked a little impatient, frowning slightly, and pursing his thin lips coldly.

Chen Zhan's voice was a little weak, "Half a month..."

Half a month.

Fifteen days.

He Jingsui snorted and laughed, and even the warm breath seemed to be mocking Meng Gaoyuan's arrogance.

But this laugh had another meaning when it fell into Chen Zan's ears.

Her cheeks were burning, and she was even a little nervous as she explained to him, "I have been ignoring him for a while. He is the one who keeps pestering me. Every day, he asks different people to give me things in front of many people. I wanted to refuse, but it was too embarrassing."

Chen Zhan picked at his fingers uncomfortably, "I didn't touch the things he gave me. I had just agreed to return them to him."

His heartbeat was pounding, and Chen Zhan was a little incoherent. "I don't like him. I haven't liked him since the first time I met him..."

His tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed as she spoke incoherently and tremblingly. There was some barely perceptible warmth in his eyes, and his gaze was glued to her face as if glued.

Suddenly, he laughed again.

A very light chuckle.

Chen Zhan's voice suddenly stopped in the midst of his chuckle. She stared at him blankly, then she noticed that his expression had improved.

"You don't have to explain so much to me." He raised his hand, bent his index finger and lightly scratched Chen Zan's nose, saying, "I believe you."

Fireworks were blooming wildly in my heart, and the tip of my nose was still numb from where his fingertips had scratched it. He curled the corners of his lips, smiling carefree and lazy, like another kind of sunny day in this hot and romantic summer.

Chen Zhan also curled up the corners of her lips slightly, and the heart-numbing throbbing spread throughout her entire body.

It is a feeling called heartbeat.

The matter came to an end here. Chen Zhan restrained his smile. The two of them continued to walk slowly forward. She suddenly asked him, "Why do you have time to come to our school today?"

"Are you here to look for Shi Yi?"

It was difficult to explain to her that he came here just because of Meng Gaoyuan. Ever since he heard the news from Jiang Qiannan, he had taken time to come here almost every day.

During this period, Meng Gaoyuan's pursuit of a student from the Academy of Fine Arts was a hot topic, and he could hear about it almost everywhere he went.

He Jing then walked side by side with her and said "...hmm" without much concern.

Chen Zan guessed that this should be the case.

She stopped, turned to face him, and said to him, "Then go find Shi Yi."

The sunlight fell lightly on her, and her eyes were bright and clear.

He Jingsui looked into her eyes with a lazy face. His dark gaze silently penetrated into the depths of those eyes, but he saw nothing.

Chen Zan, on the other hand, held his body tense and dared not move, facing his burning gaze.

Although he was extremely nervous, he was still stubborn and refused to move an inch.

The person in front of him suddenly chuckled, then returned to his usual lazy demeanor, speaking in a sloppy manner, "Are you kicking me out so soon?"

"I didn't..." Chen Zhan felt a little wronged. She just didn't want to waste his time.

"Since you don't have any, then take me for a walk?"

Chen Zhan paused, and reacted a little late, "But Shi Yi..."

"Let her wait."

“…”

Chen Zan could no longer refute and had to nod in agreement.

The environment of the Academy of Fine Arts is particularly rich in artistic features, with beautiful plaster sculptures, artistic portraits made of colorful glass fragments, and the ancient Big Ben standing in the Cultural Square. Every corner is perfect.

She took her around and introduced her to the history of the Academy of Fine Arts.

The man laughed halfway through his words.

He lifted his eyelids, a faint smile in his dark eyes, and smiled at her, "Chen Zhan, are you a tour guide?"

Chen Zhan paused and replied in a daze, "No..."

"Then why are you so serious?"

Seen through...

Chen Zhan pursed his lips nervously, still thinking about how to respond, when the man suddenly spoke again: "Take me to your studio to have a look."

It was almost evening, and the afterglow was painted on the horizon like ink. The golden light still dissipated the residual heat. The leaves above seemed to be inlaid with gold edges, and the wind brought a warm coolness.

In this warm and cool environment, his eyebrows were outlined by the light, and his lazy indifference seemed to be filled with the remaining softness in the afterglow of the sunset.

Such an intense gaze was right on her face, as if penetrating her thin skin and warming her soft heart.

Like a puppet controlled by him, Chen Zan couldn't refuse.

The studio was empty at dusk, the setting sun slanting in through the window, making the whole studio beautiful and quiet. A drawing board, not yet put away, still stood by the window, the light falling on it, illuminating the bright paint.

It is an unfinished painting.

He Jing then walked over and looked down. His gaze lingered for two seconds before he suddenly turned to Chen Zhan beside him and said, "Did you draw this?"

Surprise overflowed from his wide eyes. Chen Zhan asked him in disbelief, "How did you know?"

He Jingsui curled the corners of his lips and chuckled, "I guessed it."

"It's a good painting." He made a small comment on her painting.

He didn't know how big a wave those two words had stirred up in her heart. Chen Zan said thank you to him in a daze.

There aren't many things in the studio. There's a wooden cabinet in the corner with a lot of paints and painting supplies on it. Next to the cabinet is a row of neatly arranged wooden shelves.

He Jingsui sat casually in front of the unfinished painting, his eyes fixed on it. He didn't seem to be appreciating it seriously, but Chen Zan was a little nervous at the moment.

He looked at the painting as if he were looking at her.

He curled his fingers lightly.

When you feel guilty, you always seem to have nothing to do. Chen Zan couldn't stand this feeling. She casually put the bag on her shoulder on a bench close to He Jingsui, turned slightly stiffly and walked towards the wooden cabinet in the corner, her back looking a little flustered.

He Jingsui heard the noise and lazily raised his eyelids to look in her direction. The girl was standing in front of the wooden cabinet, picking up and putting down the paints and painting supplies on it.

He silently curled the corners of his lips.

The phone in his pocket buzzed, and he took it out to see that it was a message from Jiang Qiannan.

Jiang Qiannan: Asui, did you go to the Academy of Fine Arts?

He Jingsui: Yes.

Jiang Qiannan: You're so nice! You didn't even take me with you when you went to see Shiyi!

[He Jingsui: I didn’t look for her.]

Jiang Qiannan: Who are you looking for?

Just as the three words "Looking for Chen Zan" were typed into the dialog box, a slight sound suddenly rang out.

The finger that was about to click "Send" paused, and He Jing looked up. A very small doll fell out of the bag on the bench.

He Jing then put his phone back into his pocket, stood up and picked up the little doll from the ground. The tiny thing, only the size of his palm, looked somewhat familiar. He looked at it for a long time before remembering that he had bought it at a stall outside the stadium when he went to a concert last time.

She actually brought it with her.

He Jingsui curled the corners of his lips in a happy mood, raised his hand and patted the dust off the little doll. He did not pay attention to the strength of his hand and pinched the doll's belly.

Suddenly, a "sizzling" sound of electricity was heard.

The sound echoed throughout the studio hidden in a quiet corner.

"He Jingsui, I like you."

The voice was soft and quiet, as if telling a secret to someone.

The figure standing in front of the wooden cabinet suddenly stiffened, like a straight vertical line.

Until the sound of electricity "sizzled" again, she turned around abruptly at the sound of "He Jingsui, I like you" and looked at him with a nervous and frightened expression.

She didn't know how the doll came into his hands, nor did she know what he would think when he heard these words. Her mind was in a mess, as if someone had set a raging fire, burning her so much that her legs went weak and she dared not move.

Compared to her panic, He Jingsui seemed very calm. The doll was very small in his hand. He looked at the thing in his hand with interest without saying a word.

Chen Zan, however, was extremely nervous in this unusually quiet atmosphere. Her heart was beating wildly, and the irregular rhythm made it impossible for her to find her balance.

The rich color of the afterglow fell on the boy's shoulders, and that gentle warmth was not repulsive to him at this moment.

He lazily raised his eyes to look at her, and even his eyes seemed to be blended with that color.

He called her, "Chen Zhan, come here."

She walked uncontrollably towards him, stiff and slow, like a machine.

She watched him raise the hand holding the doll, his eyebrows slightly raised, and his lazy voice was mixed with a hint of smile that she could not detect, "Explain?"

"I……"

Chen Zan's voice was so weak that it seemed difficult for her to even speak.

So He Jingsui helped her say, "Do you like me?"

"Um?"

The tone of the "Hmm?" became heavier, and it made Chen Zan feel a little itchy in his heart. His cheeks turned red, and he argued guiltily, "No..."

He Jingsui mischievously pressed the thing in his hand again, "He Jingsui, I like you."

“…”

The girl's voice was clear and sweet, the kind of tone that comes from the joy and shyness of liking someone. She lowered her voice quietly, as if she was telling the whole world her most precious secret without telling anyone.

"Then who said this?" He Jingsui held the "evidence" in his hand and pried open her secret bit by bit.

"No one..." Chen Zhan refused to admit it. She raised her hand to grab the thing in his hand, "Give it back to me..."

He Jingsui reacted quickly and raised his hand to prevent her from grabbing it, so Chen Zan stood on tiptoe.

"Give it back to me..."

He Jing then walked away, and Chen Zan chased after him.

In the end, He Jingsui leaned against the wall, raised his arms and held the doll high, but his lowered gaze fell on the flushed face in front of him.

She frowned slightly, and her eyes were turned away, as if she was about to burst into tears in the next second. Her whole face was like a red tomato, white with a hint of red.

He Jing had never felt the strongest impulse at this moment. He gritted his teeth, suddenly reached out and grabbed Chen Zan's arm, and trapped him against the wall.

He leaned closer, like a dormant beast, his dark eyes fixed on Chen Zan, not missing any subtle expression on her face.

The voice was lowered to a low tone, "What does it mean to confess but then deny it?"

"When did you start liking me?"

Chen Zan dodged in panic, but his breath tightly wrapped around her body.

"Hmm?" His voice was low and gentle, testing her patience. "Speak."

His eyes followed hers closely, leaving her no chance to escape.

The fingertips that were tightly gripping the skirt turned pale. Chen Zhan turned his face away, his voice trembling slightly, "Actually, there are a lot of people who like you."

She is just a small part of it, and her likes are just a tiny part of it, just like the water in the ocean and the stars in the universe.

It is so microscopic that she cannot compare her tiny likes with others.

"Why don't you try it then?"

Her heart skipped a beat and she turned her head. The boy's handsome eyebrows and eyes magnified in her eyes. There was a smile at the corners of his eyes and a curve at the corners of his lips.

So soft, it pressed against my chest.

He smiled dotingly and just looked at her, "Aren't you very brave?"

"Maybe I'll take the bait."

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