Chapter 37 Subtle Jealousy

Shen Le'an had absolutely no idea what it meant to know when to stop.

When he was a child, he liked the remote control cars displayed on the supermarket shelves. He wanted his mother to buy them for him to play with, but his mother refused.

So he lay on the ground in a starfish position and refused to leave, using tantrums and rolling around to get his way.

When he was in elementary school, because he didn't like doing homework, he tore it all up and threw it into a trash can on the side of the road. He was criticized by the teacher the next day, but he didn't think he was wrong.

In high school, he always ranked second in the final exams, and his classmates would laugh at him behind his back, calling him the eternal runner-up.

In order to get first place in the grade, he did not hesitate to pursue the girl who ranked ahead of him, showing her concern and care every day, and sending her a love letter every day. He disturbed the girl's mind in the name of love.

Finally, he achieved the first place he had always dreamed of in another exam.

Then he dumped the girl.

In his mind, he believed that he had to get what he liked and discard what he didn't like.

Despite the silence on Wang Yan's end of the phone, Shen Le'an waited patiently.

"Teacher, why aren't you saying anything?" Shen Le'an asked with a persistent determination, "Is it because you have nothing to say?"

"No," Wang Yan replied seriously, "I was able to receive Teacher Chi's call because I happened to see it."

"I see." Shen Le'an shrugged, but his expression didn't seem as indifferent as he appeared. "I'll trust the teacher this once."

He then returned the phone to Chi Qiu, who was standing next to him, saying, "Thank you, teacher."

Chi Qiu had been standing beside him the whole time, so he had overheard most of his conversation with Wang Yan.

Are you very familiar with Teacher Wang?

Chi Qiu frowned and asked Chen Le'an.

"It's alright." Shen Le'an raised an eyebrow and said meaningfully, "But I think we'll get to know each other better later."

After saying this, Shen Le'an turned and strode away.

He was completely unlike the pleading attitude he had when he asked Chi Qiu to call Wang Yan after class.

Chi Qiu shook his head; he really couldn't understand kids these days.

At the same time, Wang Yan didn't understand either.

He gripped his phone, finding the call utterly inexplicable.

Opening the chat window with Shen Le'an, I found that he had indeed sent me a message.

I scrolled up the chat history and saw the message Shen Le had sent that day asking if we could be friends.

He replied with a simple "okay".

A memory of her past flashed through her mind; perhaps Shen Le'an was simply too afraid of being abandoned.

He thought Wang Yan had gone back on his word after agreeing to his request, which is why he made the call.

Wang Yan eventually replied to his message, which served as another explanation: "I was in class just now."

Regardless of whether Shen Lean responded or not, Wang Yan left the classroom.

What he needs to do now is go home.

Early autumn has truly arrived; the breeze on your face is no longer stiflingly hot, and there are gradually more people walking on the streets.

Perhaps because of the frequent climbing of stairs every day, Wang Yan also got used to it.

After walking up to the fifth floor, my back and legs didn't ache, and I wasn't out of breath anymore.

I feel much stronger than before.

After opening the door and entering the room, Wang Yan first went into the kitchen.

He carefully opened the gift Chi Qiu had given him, and a fragrance immediately wafted out.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, it turned out to be a roast duck.

Wang Yan curled the corners of his mouth, looking very appetizing.

He sliced ​​the roast duck with a knife and then carried it into the bedroom.

"Why did you stay in the living room for so long?"

Su Yueming turned his head to look at him; he had already heard Wang Yan's footsteps.

"Prepare things."

Wang Yan unusually kept things in suspense, which contrasted sharply with his gloomy temperament.

"oh?"

Su Yueming couldn't help but ask curiously, "What is it?"

Wang Yan slowly walked towards him, picked up a piece of roast duck with his chopsticks, and brought it close to his mouth.

"Open your mouth and have a taste."

Su Yueming obediently opened his mouth and ate the duck meat.

"How about it?"

Wang Yan watched him chew, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"It's quite delicious."

Su Yueming was telling the truth; the roast duck was fatty but not greasy, and melted in your mouth.

"Really? I'd like to try some too."

Wang Yan forgot about changing the chopsticks, and used the same chopsticks he had just used to feed Su Yueming to pick up a slice of meat and put it in his mouth again.

It's exactly as Su Yueming said.

"It's really good."

Wang Yan picked up another piece of duck meat and brought it to Su Yueming's lips, but this time he didn't open his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yan asked, puzzled. "Why aren't you eating?"

"This was a gift from someone else, wasn't it?"

Su Yueming spoke with absolute certainty, without any hesitation.

How did you know?

Wang Yan's gaze fell on Su Yueming's lips, wondering how he could taste it.

Su Yueming's eye twitched. In fact, he didn't know; he just wanted to bluff Wang Yan.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yan readily admitted it.

Su Yueming was utterly speechless with despair.

But in my heart, I found Wang Yan increasingly adorable, even a little silly.

Who gave it to you?

This is what Su Yueming truly cares about.

“A friend.” Wang Yan didn’t try to hide it, and even shared this joyful thing with him: “He specially brought this back for me from his hometown.”

In the past, whether he was feeling wronged or happy, he had no one to confide in.

Now he finally has it too.

"Which friend?" Su Yueming pressed for details. "Is it the friend who wears perfume or the friend you ate with?"

Wang Yan was surprised by his excellent memory; no wonder he was among the top ten in his grade at the time.

"The one who wears perfume."

"Him?" Su Yueming pursed his lips, but the words that came out were tinged with sourness, "He still misses you quite a bit."

“We’re friends.” Wang Yan didn’t think anything of it and sincerely emphasized again, “He’s a very good person.”

"Is he in a relationship?"

Su Yueming stopped dwelling on the topic of roast duck and instead asked about this.

"No."

Wang Yan shook his head.

These words instantly turned the alarm above Su Yueming's head red and even made a siren sound.

Wang Yan noticed Su Yueming's silence, looked up at him, and saw that his expression was unusually serious.

Wang Yan belatedly realized what he was worried about, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, very softly, but enough for Su Yueming to catch.

"What are you thinking about!" Wang Yan sat on the big bed and looked at Su Yueming seriously. "He likes girls."

Su Yueming was given a new lease on life because of those words.

After all, Wang Yan and his friend work together every day and spend so much time together that it's inevitable that feelings would develop. Su Yueming's concerns are entirely justified.

"That's more like it."

Su Yueming did not deny his secret jealousy at all.

Instead, he took Wang Yan's fingers and, under Wang Yan's bewildered gaze, placed a wet kiss on the back of his hand.