Chapter 67 P - Gazing
Xing Yu's hand trembled, and the white paintball that he had just opened and was about to put into the paint box flipped over three and a half times and jumped into the bucket with a "plop" in a standard 307B, dying on the spot.
The splashing water gradually reached their trouser legs, but no one cared, and no one cared about the precious box of Big White that was worth as much as gold.
When their eyes meet, the air seems to become granular, like paint mixed with quartz sand, applying a layer of variegation, and the vision is filled with a prominent frosted texture and rich layers in the splendor.
Chu Beiling's eyelashes shimmered under the overhead light, but her eyes revealed a hint of awkwardness and uncertainty—she seemed to be somewhat expecting his response.
Xing Yu opened his mouth, and for a moment wanted to admit it directly, 'Yes, he was jealous,' but then he calmed down with reason.
He still didn't dare to indulge himself, nor did he have the courage to admit it, or face the consequence of not being able to be friends with Chu Beiling if he spoke out directly.
During this time, Xing Yu often wondered if he really liked Chu Beiling, liked him so much that he wanted to drag him into the same troubles and situations as him, and subject him to the same torment.
—Even if Chu Beiling might have some feelings for him.
Xing Yu also didn't want Chu Beiling to bear the burden of his unjustified affection.
It's enough that he understands the responsibility on his own.
Xing Yu sighed inwardly. He should have toned it down a bit. Chu Beiling, that blockhead, was incredibly oblivious when it came to matters of the heart, but his observational skills in other areas were terrifying. He was always straightforward, and when he went straight for the ball, he was even more direct than Chengdu's Tianfu Avenue.
He was afraid that if it happened a few more times, he might not be able to control himself and would just admit it.
Xing Yu bent down and fished the palette and the white platter out of the bucket, abruptly changing the subject: "I'm going to wash the palette. Do you want yours washed too?"
"We'll go after the color class." Chu Beiling picked up the bucket. "I'll go with you, I'll change the water."
He had asked the question without thinking, but fortunately Xing Yu chose to ignore it and was too lazy to answer such a 'bizarre' question.
Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to handle the situation. Now that he's regained his senses, he's just feeling lingering fear.
Chu Beiling really wanted to ask Xing Yu what he would do if he met Jiang Minmin, and what he should do to make that girl give up on him.
Young Master Chu was truly at his wit's end.
Little did anyone know that Xing Yu's next words were: "Oh, by the way, don't worry, even if you're in a relationship, I won't tell Aunt Li."
Chu Beiling felt a surge of anger rising from his feet to his head. He was extremely annoyed and stopped, glaring resentfully at Xing Yu who had stepped into the restroom: "Stop."
Xing Yu turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"
"What else?" Chu Beiling licked her lips, amused and exasperated. "Xing Yu, are you sick in the head? Did you get your head squeezed in a door? Or did you go crazy from drawing?"
Xing Yu paused, then asked, "...Why are you angry?"
"I'm so annoyed by Jiang Minmin," Chu Beiling pouted and said angrily, "It's one thing for me to join in when others are teasing me, but you also seriously told me that you wouldn't tell Ms. Li about my early romance. I really appreciate your kindness!"
When others said such things, Chu Beiling would at most find them annoyingly long-winded, but when Xing Yu said such things, he just got really angry—
Is Xing Yu really that indifferent to his wanting to date?! He even told him, 'I won't tattle on you to Ms. Li~~~~'
Damn it, I used to be unhappy and would drag him away, but now I'm directly offering to cover for him.
We're not friends anymore! We're not friends anymore!!!
Who needs him to cover for them?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Chu Beiling stepped forward, grabbed Xing Yu's hand, and bit him hard on the tiger's mouth. Not satisfied with just one bite, he grabbed Xing Yu's other hand and bit him hard in the same spot.
After two bites, Xing Yu still didn't react. Young Master Chu angrily pushed him away: "You're hopeless. Just take you to the mountain and bury you. You don't react no matter what you do."
After Chu Beiling finished cursing, his anger subsided considerably. He touched Xing Yu's hand tenderly; there was a deep ring of teeth marks around the base of his thumb, surrounded by a layer of purplish-red and scattered red blood vessels.
Chu Beiling bent down and blew on Xing Yu's arm: "Does it hurt?"
Xing Yu looked down at him, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly: "It's alright, it doesn't hurt."
Chu Beiling muttered to herself, "And you, don't you know how to dodge or push me away? Do you even want your hands anymore!"
That's because—he didn't want to push it away.
Xing Yu knew that Chu Beiling was aware of the situation and wouldn't actually bite off his hand. Even if Chu Beiling intended to do so, he wouldn't dodge it.
Xing Yu blinked his narrow eyes slightly, then quickly looked away from him and gazed at the towering mountains in the distance: "I thought you liked her."
"?" Chu Beiling looked up, full of questions.
After a while, Young Master Chu, who was so angry he was practically fuming, finally calmed down: "Where did you get that idea? Because I rejected everyone else, but she wasn't."
Xing Yu didn't speak, and Chu Beiling took it as a tacit agreement. The young master sighed helplessly: "It's not that I don't want to refuse, it's that this girl is too persistent. My refusal only aroused her competitive spirit. She may like me a little, and it's no different from a game boss. Once I win her over, that's it."
Chu Beiling reached out and pinched Xing Yu's firm arm muscles, gesturing for him to walk towards the sink: "Let's not talk about whether that girl pursued me out of competitiveness or because she liked me. I don't like her, so how could I possibly have a relationship with her?"
Xing Yu paused for a moment, then continued washing the palette on his hands. "What did you just say? I didn't quite hear you."
Chu Beiling drawled out each word, saying, "I said I don't like Jiang Minmin, how could I possibly be in a relationship with her?"
Confirming he hadn't misheard, Xing Yu nodded, then smiled. In his pleasant mood, he became less restrained. Turning his head to look at Chu Beiling's gentle facial features, he couldn't help but ask, "So, who do you like?"
Chu Beiling washed the bucket clean, filled it with water, and blurted out without thinking, "I like you." He froze as soon as he finished speaking, mechanically turning his head to meet Xing Yu's astonished gaze.
Wanting to bite off his own damn tongue, Young Master Chu hurriedly tried to cover it up for some reason: "I like girls like you, clean and pretty, good at drawing, able to have common topics with me, and a little bit arrogant."
After speaking, Chu Beiling stared nervously at Xing Yu, waiting for his reaction.
His cheeks were a little sore, and Xing Yu pursed his lips. "Well, I wish you find what your heart desires." He filled the bucket with water, raised his chin, and said, "I'm going back now."
Chu Beiling breathed a sigh of relief and awkwardly followed in his footsteps.
Young Master Chu lowered his eyes and thought to himself:
If Xing Yu were a girl, that would be great. If Xing Xiaogong were really a girl, he would definitely win her over, but that's impossible, so he and Xing Yu can only be friends.
Thinking of this, Chu Beiling felt that familiar yet unfamiliar feeling welled up in her heart again;
This inexplicable feeling made him extremely irritable, and it spread like wildfire, making him feel terrible.
Chu Beiling was distracted throughout the entire morning color class. During the one-hour lunch break, Jiang Minmin came to find him again.
Chu Beiling had no interest in paying attention, but seeing the other person walking towards him, he lowered his eyes and met Xing Yu's deep gaze, pleading for help: "Brother Yu, please help me~ Is there any way to make her give up coming to find me!"
Xing Yu asked, "Should I go and talk to her?"
Chu Beiling's eyes lit up, and after hesitating for half a second, she nodded: "Okay."
This was ultimately his business. Chu Beiling wanted to go with him, but Xing Yu stopped him, so the young master waited obediently not far away.
Xing Yu said something, and he watched as Jiang Minmin's expression changed from full of confidence to astonishment and disbelief, and then to red eyes.
She gave him one last disappointed look and ran away.
The two walked in each other's direction, side by side, towards the classroom.
Chu Beiling asked, "They probably won't come again, right?"
Xing Yu said, "It shouldn't be."
Chu Beiling nodded, somewhat curious: "So what did you say to him?"
Xing Yu glanced at him: "Are you sure you want to know?"
Chu Beiling raised her chin: "Of course."
Xing Yu made it sound plausible: "I told her that you like blonde, blue-eyed older sisters, that you're going abroad in the future, and that your mother, Ms. Li, is very fierce. If she finds out you're dating, she'll break your legs and beat her too. Girls have to be pretty, and she also studies dancing. She didn't want her legs to be broken, so she gave up."
"Really?" Chu Beiling was skeptical. It wasn't that he didn't believe Xing Yu; he had said similar things before, but that hadn't convinced Jiang Minmin to give up.
Xing Yu lifted his eyelids, looking rather helpless: "Why would I lie to you?"
"Alright!" Although it was a bit far-fetched, Xing Yu wouldn't lie to him; there was no benefit in doing so. Although Chu Beiling thought the girl might very well say, 'Fine~ then I'll dye my hair and wear colored contacts. So what if my leg gets broken? It's no big deal.'
But if the other person is learning to dance, then it's reasonable for them to care about their legs, just like they care a lot about their hands.
I understand.
However, Chu Beiling asked, "How did you know that the other person also learns to dance?"
Xing Yu, without batting an eye, spouted nonsense: "Oh, it was mentioned by someone in the class. I don't know who was gossiping and asked me about it."
Chu Beiling nodded. It was something those idiots in his class would do. Young Master Chu's logic was self-consistent.
Chu Beiling walked in front of Xing Yu and faced him backwards. The young master chuckled and said, "So, the blonde hair and blue eyes are Cardcaptor Sakura!"
Xing Yu: "Hmm."
Chu Beiling smiled smugly: "My ideal man is clearly Doraemon."
Xing Yu glanced at him and said, "Fine, there will be a next time. I'll tell you that you like things like Avatar."
Chu Beiling chuckled, turned around, hooked her arm around Xing Yu's neck, and pulled him towards her: "Then let's go with Cardcaptor Sakura."
The shadows of the trees swayed, and the vines on the asphalt road were trampled and trembled. It had rained this morning, and by noon the rain had stopped and the sky had cleared. There was still water on the road, which shone brightly in the sunlight.
Xing Yu glanced at him sideways, secretly condemning himself for being despicable.
A few minutes ago, Xing Yu told Jiang Minmin, "Chu Beiling is my boyfriend. Please don't come looking for him anymore, thank you."
"Impossible." Jiang Minmin was skeptical: "He said he wasn't planning on dating right now."
"I was just kidding," Xing Yu continued. "Chu Beiling didn't mean to keep it from you. I just felt that our relationship shouldn't be known to others for the time being, so he didn't say anything. He rejected you, and I'm in a difficult position because you're still so persistent. Don't come looking for him anymore."
For a long time afterward, Jiang Minmin never came to see Chu Beiling again, completely disappearing from his sight. No one in the class mentioned it either. The training camp was already halfway through, and their time was being squeezed out of them by the teachers of each subject.
Working from 7 am to 11 pm, I have to submit at least ten drawings each in sketching and color, and at least twenty quick sketches every day. I'm exhausted every day and have no time to care about anyone's love life.
It's good enough if they don't go crazy, who cares about anything else?
Of course, they were practically insane—they were on their way to No. 305 Tianmushan Road, Xihu District, Hangzhou.
The symptoms are as follows:
One day, a pig squeal suddenly came from the classroom, and soon all sorts of animal noises rose and fell in the class, as if entering a wildlife park. Another day, the disciplinary committee member lay sprawled out in front of the teaching building in the pouring rain, trying to cleanse his soul. Yet another day, the vice class monitor set up his easel to its lowest position and lay on his side on the ground to paint.
One day during a sketching class, the sketching teacher glanced at Xu Tunan and said to him, "No snacks are allowed in the classroom. If you want to eat, go outside."
As he was about to grab it, he searched for a long time but couldn't find it. Then he realized that the bag of shrimp chips was just a drawing on the paper.
The sketching teacher walked away with a black line on his forehead. The next second, Xu Tunan fished the fresh shrimp slices out of the murky bucket and wiped them with a rag.
"Hmm, it's just been soaked in water, it's edible." Xu Tunan said, grabbing a handful of shrimp chips soaked in dye water and stuffing them into his mouth: "Hey, I have to say, it tastes pretty good."
In short, their behaviors varied, ranging from crazy to abstract.
Li Dong, who remained expressionless, seemed unaffected. One day, she skipped class, climbed over the wall, and when she returned, she shaved her beautiful, waist-length hair into a buzz cut.
The goddess's transformation into a cool guy stunned everyone at the training base.
Chu Beiling felt sorry for her. You see, Li Dong cherished her hair very much and wouldn't let anyone touch it. In junior high, some bored boys grabbed her hair and pulled the hair tie off her head, and she almost beat them to death.
But he was more worried about Li Dong's mental state: "Are you sure you're alright?"
Li Dong touched her buzz cut: "It's alright. Long hair is too inconvenient to manage at the base, so I just shaved it off. It's not like it won't grow back."
Xu Tunan, of all people, said, "You already looked like a tomboy, and now you look even more like one."
Li Dong kicked him in the calf without any hesitation: "I'm a girl, remember that."
In the height of summer, she would constantly repeat to herself, "I'm not dead, I'm not dead. I went to class all day, it's amazing that I survived." She was essentially brainwashing herself.
Even Xing Yu's mouth has become increasingly venomous, capable of freezing someone to death with a single utterance. Except towards Chu Beiling, he is becoming increasingly unapproachable, as if he wants to devour the drawing board whole.
One after another, the students in the class went crazy, and Chu Beiling's spirit was also pushed to its limit, but she still kept trying to hold on.
There's a phone in the dorm, but it only goes in and doesn't go out. Last night, I received a call from Ms. Li. She asked me why I ranked third in the base, whether I wasn't working hard enough, or whether my explanation about dating at the base was unsuccessful. Then today, when my hands were shaking so badly that I couldn't even hold the paintbrush while I was drawing, my tense nerves finally snapped.
Young Master Chu was both angry and anxious. He threw his paintbrush into a bucket of water and ran straight to the rooftop, standing on the rooftop railing.
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