Her hands involuntarily wrapped around the boy's neck.
The boy picked her up in a princess carry, holding her horizontally.
Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, the boy ran downstairs as if he had snatched some treasure.
"…Grass!"
"Damn it!"
"If I've done something wrong, the law will punish me, not make me watch this!"
Hearing the teasing, envious, or sour tones of her classmates behind her, the girl pursed her lips, and couldn't help but smile slightly with joy, her hands tightly encircling the boy's neck.
The boy lowered his gaze and raised an eyebrow at her.
In the ups and downs, the girl finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Show it off!"
She heard the boy say.
"Um."
She replied, "Show it off fiercely."
The boy carried her and jogged, his quick steps faster than most people.
The two of them walked together through the crowds of students leaving get out of class, turning corner after corner of the staircase, ignoring the teachers yelling at them as they started class behind them:
"Hey! Don't run down the hallway—wait, what are you doing?!"
Lu Yibei turned around and apologized to those behind him: "I'm sorry—"
The teacher at Bright Summit was taken aback:
"Brother Bei, you—"
But Lu Yibei had already disappeared around another corner.
Finally reaching the ground floor, Lu Yibei lowered the girl down with a "whoosh," and asked with a light laugh:
"Feeling good?"
Ji Qingqian nodded: "That felt great."
"What are you angry about?" Lu Yibei asked with a smile.
He could clearly tell that his girlfriend had been in a bad mood earlier.
Ji Qingqian wanted to say no, but after thinking about it, she pouted slightly.
“We are clearly a perfect match, but other people refuse to believe that you are my boyfriend.”
Actually, there's another reason: the yarn wasn't handled well.
Recently, Ji Qingqian has been in a bad mood occasionally, all because the scarves are too difficult to knit.
She seems to have a hard time surprising Ah Bei.
But Ah Bei always manages to bring her joy with ease, just like this sudden little jog, which made her very happy.
Lu Yibei was surprised: "Do people really need to believe something like this?"
Ji Qingqian tilted her head slightly, deep in thought.
Lu Yibei gently poked the delicate skin between her eyebrows: "It's enough that you believe me."
Ji Qing pursed her lips and nodded:
"Um."
She understood this principle: when your mood is like a ball of yarn, many unusual thoughts can add a layer of debuff to an already unpleasant emotion, making it hard to let go.
"I was being willful." Ji Qingqian apologized softly, "I'm sorry, Abei."
Lu Yibei grabbed her hand, and like a swing, they both swung it high in the air:
"I'm pretentious, you're willful, we'll ruin each other's lives."
Ji Qingqian looked at the smiling boy and smiled faintly as well: "Yes, we'll torment each other."
"Oh, right, I asked the class monitor to play ball with me," Lu Yibei said.
"Squad leader?"
“It’s Chen Wei,” Lu Yibei said.
"oh."
Ji Qingqian nodded, realizing that it was her class monitor.
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