Chapter 39 P - Gift
The annual replacement and repair of the school's cultural wall is handled by the freshmen of the art department. The seniors are busy preparing for the joint entrance examination and don't have time to paint. The junior art class is going out for training and will return before the school anniversary.
This kind of task can only be given to relatively free first-year high school students. Ma Qiu gave the order to Xing Yu to coordinate, but in the end, it was Chu Beiling who suffered.
While it could be described as a mishap, the design and arrangements were still completed by Xing Yu, with Young Master Chu voluntarily taking over the overall coordination and personnel deployment in Xing Yu's place.
He's eloquent and the most suitable person to coordinate and arrange things. If you let Xing Yu, who's annoying to people and doesn't like to talk, do these things, he'll go crazy in two days.
Princess Xing's words can be incredibly sharp when she's in a rage. For the sake of their harmonious and stable friendship, Young Master Chu is willing to be his errand boy. After all, a noble princess needs a black knight to protect her.
Painting the cultural wall can exempt one from the exam, and Chu Beiling is popular. In just half an hour, he managed to gather fifteen people from two classes. The auditorium backdrop is the largest, so four people will paint it first, and the others will work in pairs to assist with the auditorium backdrop.
Chu Beiling arranged for herself and Xing Yu to paint the school bulletin board wall so that they could coordinate with other groups. The bulletin board wall was not small, and there was also a boy named Xiao Jueqi from Class 12 painting it together.
Chu Beiling was extremely picky and demanding when it came to painting. The materials that Ma Qiu provided were a complete disaster. The paintbrushes were made of nylon plastic and had even split open, making them look worse than the mops in the classroom. The paint had dried out and formed spider webs. There was no way to save them.
After his nth attempt to brush the brush and feed the paint, Chu Beiling finally snapped: "No way! I'm going to ask Maqiu for funding to buy new paint and spray paint, otherwise I'll go crazy from the paint fuss."
Xiao Jueqi is the son of Teacher Xiao from the school's logistics department. He knows the school's procedures very well: "Little Prince Fanfan, by the time you go and apply for funding from Maqiu, and the school approves it, it'll be a round trip. The arts festival is already here. If you really can't stand it, you can use your own money."
This damned nickname has already spread to Class 12.
Xiao Jueqi said, "If you ask me, it's just a school wall; it doesn't deserve good paintbrushes or paints."
Chu Beiling was a fussy person, but he couldn't bear to part with his wool brushes. Once they were on the wall, they would be ruined in half an hour. As for paints, they cost five or six yuan a can, and they usually didn't have enough. They couldn't even paint a corner of the wall.
After considering it for a moment, Young Master Chu decided to clean up the junk and tidy it up so that it would be barely usable.
Xiao Jueqi, who was poking at the paint with a spatula, was not paying attention and a large chunk of paint flew up and landed on Chu Beiling's head. Just as he was about to reach out to grab it, Xing Yu, who was next to him, was a step faster.
"Don't move, there's paint on your head."
"Just help me remove it." Chu Beiling leaned closer.
Xing Yu gently and slowly removed the red paint that had spilled onto Chu Beiling's head and put it into the paint jar: "All done."
A small piece of paint slid into Chu Beiling's eye. He squinted at Xing Yu and said, "Help me check if paint got into my eyes."
With a foreign object in his eye, Chu Beiling couldn't help but blink frantically, producing a stream of physiological tears.
Xing Yu cupped his cheeks and made him tilt his head back: "Don't move, it'll be more troublesome if the paint melts in your eyes from your tears."
Chu Beiling couldn't help but complain, "This lousy paint won't even dissolve with the medium, my tears are useless."
"Open your eyes, let me see."
Chu Beiling slowly opened his eyes, and Xing Yu's face loomed large before him. His breath caught in his throat, and his thoughts paused for half a second. Xing Yu gently leaned forward and began to blow softly.
The warm breath brushed against Chu Beiling's cheek. He could clearly feel Xing Yu's breath, so close, like two intertwined vines, entwined with his breath, slowly climbing upwards.
Perhaps the sun was too bright and the wind too strong, because Young Master Chu could not feel at all whether there was anything in his eyes.
He asked, "Okay, is it done?"
Xing Yu stared into his eyes quietly for a while: "Wait, right away."
Xiao Jueqi, who had been ignored as a background figure for a long time, couldn't help but come over to take a look and said half-jokingly, "It's just blowing paint, are you guys acting out the Liang-Zhu story, so reluctant to part?"
"Alright." Xing Yu stepped back and pulled Chu Beiling up from the ground: "Let's go to the school clinic."
Xiao Qijue was baffled. They were used to being immersed in paint all year round. Was it really necessary for them to go to the school clinic for such a trivial matter?
Before they could even speak, Xing Yu had already pulled Chu Beiling forward. After taking a couple of steps, the two of them finally remembered that he even existed.
Xing Yu turned around: "We'll be right back."
Xiao Jueqi asked in confusion, "Brother Xing, why are you even more nervous than Prince Fanfan?"
Xing Yu: "He is prone to allergies."
Xiao Qijue felt that something was off about that sentence, but he couldn't figure it out for the time being.
Although the two art classes were inseparable, they were not the same class after all. The closeness between them was not as great as that between them. Xiao Qijue, who was assigned to the same class as them, could only silently accept being abandoned and could not get a word in edgewise. It was a pitiful and lamentable situation.
It took them more than 20 days to complete the wall for the school's art festival. Of course, in Chu Beiling's words, if their tools hadn't been so poor, their progress would have been much faster.
In addition, a third monthly exam was held. This time, Chu Beiling did not make any mistakes. His art score remained the highest in the art department, and his academic score was in the top 35 of the grade as planned. He kept his remaining blue chubby toys.
He still felt sorry for the Doraemon toys that Ms. Li had sold, especially the limited edition ones.
There will never be a return.
When they returned to Zhalongkou on the weekend, Xing Yu asked Chu Beiling to go to Grandma Chen's house first, while he went to the market and then to the courier station to pick up a package.
Chu Beiling lived like a king at Grandma Chen's house for a while, with Xing Yu serving him all his meals. Young Master Chu felt a little embarrassed and decided to join him.
Xing Yu stared at his two panda eyes: "I'll go, you stay at home."
Chu Beiling yawned: "I still have time to go with you."
"You—" Xing Yu's face darkened, and after a long silence, he finally managed to say the last few words: "Haven't you looked in the mirror lately?"
"Hmm, what?" The sounds of fireworks and people at the entrance of the alley, like hypnotic white noise, made Chu Beiling increasingly sleepy, and he didn't hear what he was saying at all.
He's been studying for exams and painting cultural murals lately, and he hasn't had much rest for almost two weeks.
For the first time, Xing Yu felt an urge to beat Chu Beiling to death. He pressed the restless Chu Beiling back down from the sofa and said, "Don't move."
Chu Beiling was drowsy and reacted slowly, her voice soft with sleepiness: "What are you doing!"
Xing Yu put his hands on his hips, took several deep breaths, and just as he opened his mouth, Chu Beiling snatched the school uniform jacket that he had taken off on the sofa, tilted her head, and fell asleep on the sofa.
he:"……"
Xing Yu went back to the bedroom, took a thin blanket, and carefully covered Chu Beiling with it. He tucked the blanket in, making sure there were no gaps, before turning off the light and quietly closing the door.
After returning from the market, Xing Yu had just sat down opposite Chu Beiling when Chu Beiling, who was tilting his head, shifted and kicked off most of the thin blanket.
He got up and went to cover Chu Beiling up, but was kicked off again.
Xing Yu: "..."
He sighed and covered him up again.
He was kicked down again.
Cover it again, kick it again.
They covered it and kicked it.
Xing Yu took a deep breath and decided to find a rope to tie up the restless person along with the blanket. The person lying down finally behaved.
Princess Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in satisfaction.
Across from him, Chu Beiling woke up groggily, his eyes half-open, quietly watching Xing Yu pick up the easel beside him and place it on his lap. His slender fingers gripped the top of the easel, and the veins on the back of his fair and broad hand bulged out, creating a three-dimensional effect of light and shadow under the incandescent light.
"Are you drawing me?" In his confused state, Chu Beiling spoke without thinking, asking the question naturally.
Xing Yu looked up as he moved: "Awake?"
Chu Beiling: "Hmm, you still haven't answered me, have you?"
Xing Yu chuckled, feeling quite sleepy, but still remembering what he was most concerned about.
Chu Beiling propped herself up from the sofa, walked over to Xing Yu, and leaned close to his drawing board to look at it: "Am I still asleep? Why is the drawing board white?"
Xing Yu curled the corners of his lips: "It's true that you're not fully awake, and it's also true that I haven't started drawing yet."
He got up and put the easel back on, saying, "I'm going to cook."
Just like an old man, Chu Beiling ordered, "I want sweet and sour pork ribs."
"Okay." Before going to the kitchen, Xing Yu handed him a bag.
"What is this?" Chu Beiling asked, opening the bag with a puzzled look.
Inside the paper bag lay several limited-edition Doraemon toys, as well as five or six discontinued models. Most of the Doraemon toys that Ms. Li had sold had returned.
Chu Beiling was completely awake and no longer sleepy: "You collected it?"
Xing Yu assured him, "We've only managed to buy these few so far. Please wait a bit. The others are really hard to find, but I'll try my best to get them all for you."
Chu Beiling knew that collecting these items would require a lot of effort, and many of the people who owned them might not be willing to sell them.
He could imagine how much effort Xing Yu had put into restoring and bringing back so many of them for him.
“It’s already great, I’m so happy, thank you.” Chu Beiling rushed over and hugged him. Xing Yu’s body stiffened, and just as he raised his hand, Chu Beiling pulled away from his embrace: “I never thought they could come back. You’re the one who let them go home.”
Although it's unclear whether they were the ones he originally collected, at least they've all returned.
Xing Yu saw Chu Beiling's joyful and excited expression reflected in his eyes, and he followed suit with a slight smile: "Yes, they're all back."
Because Doraemon went home, Chu Beiling happily ate two bowls of rice that evening. However, before leaving Xing Yu's house, he did not take it with him and asked Xing Yu to keep it for the time being.
Xing Yu asked in confusion, "Why?"
Chu Beiling was still somewhat saddened: "Ms. Li will be unhappy."
Although she doesn't go back to China often, Chu Beiling couldn't resist her sudden return. He was worried that she would bring back the things she had sold.
This will only embolden Ms. Li to tell him, because of his resistance, that he is now relying on her.
In addition, Chu Beiling also wanted to tell Ms. Li that he was no worse than anyone else.
Therefore, even though he was feeling unwell, Young Master Chu still didn't want to upset Ms. Li.
The school's arts festival was in early December, and each class had to put on a performance. While other classes were enthusiastically discussing what to do, Wang Caiyan had already made a decision: to directly perform the stage play "Sleeping Beauty".
During Wednesday's class meeting, Wang Caiyan directly announced the cast list for "Sleeping Beauty," but—
With all the other roles already cast, she was struggling with the female lead.
The prince is played by Xing Yu, the class's acknowledged handsome guy. He's good-looking and very flamboyant. Wang Caiyan, who has also been through her student days, knows very well what many girls are thinking. They might be hoping to date Xing Yu, have a chance to get to know him, and thus develop the illusion that they can date.
To avoid this situation, the actress playing the female lead has been delayed.
It seems like no one is suitable to approach.
At this point, Xu Tunan started to stir things up and offered some bad ideas: "Teacher Wang, let Chu Beiling play Sleeping Beauty. He's suitable and can even play a cross-dressing role. In terms of beauty, only Chu Beiling can rival Xing Yu."
The whole class erupted in commotion and soon began to urge Chu Beiling to play Sleeping Beauty.
Xu Tunan fanned the flames, showing absolutely no remorse when it came to tricking his friend: "Chu Beiling, Sleeping Beauty."
“Chu Beiling,” Xu Tunan began.
"Sleeping Beauty." This phrase evoked a sense of agreement.
"Chu Beiling".
"sleeping Beauty."
The class's voices rose in waves, quite rhythmic. Wang Caiyan tried to stop them several times to no avail, and finally, she slammed her hand on the table to quiet them down.
She glanced at Chu Beiling, who wanted to tear Xu Tunan to pieces, hesitated for a moment, and finally agreed that he would play the female lead, which would be better than a female actor.
There won't be much risk of falling in love.
Before Chu Beiling could even utter a word of refusal, she was assigned the role of the female lead.
As soon as get out of class ended, Chu Beiling rushed to Xu Tunan's seat, reached out and hooked his neck, pressing him down onto the desk: "Sleeping Beauty, huh? I think you're pretty good-looking too. What, you can't play Sleeping Beauty, so you're trying to mess with me?"
Xu Tunan didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did. He laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight just thinking about Xing Yu closing his eyes and leaning down to kiss Chu Beiling.
"What's the big deal? We're all men, a kiss won't hurt us."
Chu Beiling's neck felt a little itchy, then turned slightly red: "It won't cost you a piece of flesh, why don't you go for it?"
He shouted forcefully, "Why don't you get on me?!"
Xu Tunan kept suppressing a laugh: "I'm not as pretty as you. You and Xing Yu are a perfect match. No one is more suitable to play a princess and a prince than the two of you."
Chu Beiling increased the pressure again: "I'm pretty, right? Hu Tutu, haven't you heard the saying that pretty people are often vicious? If I don't kill you, I'll change my surname to yours."
Xu Tunan pleaded with Xing Yu for help: "Brother Xing, can you control your princess?"
Chu Beiling wanted nothing more than to bite Xu Tunan to death: "Hu Tutu, are you looking for death? Call me princess again and I'll make sure you don't see the sun tomorrow. No, from now on, you won't have any more snacks or cakes."
"No, Brother Chu, I was wrong, I was wrong." Xu Tunan reasoned with him and appealed to his emotions: "The little cakes and snacks are innocent."
Chu Beiling: "Now go and tell Wang Caiyan that you'll play Sleeping Beauty."
Xu Tunan felt a chill run down his spine: "Then I choose not to have the mini cake."
The school bell rang, forcing the two to stop their playful antics and return to their seats.
As soon as he sat down, Chu Beiling smiled slightly at Xing Yu: "Xing Yu, I want to discuss something with you."
Xing Yu stopped what he was doing: "I won't change it."
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