Chapter 114 No one will bully me
Caught off guard, the boy was suddenly lifted up by Duan Mingxiao, who wrapped his arms around his legs. With his legs off the ground, Cong Chun's field of vision suddenly opened up.
It was as if he could reach the green leaves on the branches with a simple gesture, and his back seemed to have sprouted wings, like a bird in the sky, possessing the ability to fly freely.
Duan Mingxiao carried the person and spun them around a few times, his tone tinged with smugness.
Are you happy?
Cong Chun lowered her eyes and stared at him, a faint smile slowly rising on her lips, like a gentle breeze in spring.
Duan Mingxiao tilted his head back and looked up at him with his narrow eyes. There was a hint of a smile in the boy's eyes, and his eyebrows and eyes were unrestrained and flamboyant, like a wildfire suddenly rising in the desolate Gobi Desert.
"Guess what place I got in this competition?"
[I'll tell Chun that I got second place later, and see how he comforts me.]
Cong Chun pursed his lips, pondered for a moment, and then spoke earnestly to Duan Mingxiao in front of him.
"First place."
Duan Mingxiao shook his head, feigning disappointment, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"It's second place."
Cong Chun was stunned for a moment, but he still decided to play along with Duan Mingxiao and continue the charade.
Since the young master wants to cause trouble, then he should just go along with it.
He stepped forward and hugged Duan Mingxiao. This time, Cong Chun pressed his body against Duan Mingxiao's. The boy wanted to say something to comfort him, but Cong Chun found himself a little tongue-tied.
He was afraid that his words would not have a "comforting" effect.
Cong Chun could only manage to squeeze out a dry, uninspired sentence.
Don't be sad.
The young master chuckled mischievously, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
"Just give me a kiss."
Cong Chun wrapped her arms around the boy's neck and kissed his cheek. It was a very light kiss, and the boy seemed a little shy, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Duan Mingxiao was amused.
[You idiot, we've known each other for so long, and you're still so shy.]
If we sleep together from now on, I'll blush like a monkey's bottom.
The young master's voice carried a hint of arrogance, and his dark eyes held a touch of smugness.
"Idiot, of course I'm number one."
[A first place with absolute dominance, Chun Chun, do you even realize how valuable that title is?]
The first place in the preliminary round was a 20-year-old Chinese man, which undoubtedly caused a sensation in the racing world. Unfortunately, after receiving the award, the driver left in a hurry and did not even accept any interviews.
He seemed to be in a hurry to see someone.
Cong Chun nodded happily.
"Young Master, you are very capable."
In Cong Chun's heart, Duan Mingxiao was hardworking, kind, polite, and patient; the young master was always number one.
However, Duan Mingxiao's desire to win was not to prove anything to others.
He's not as fragile as others think. So what if he came in second place?
Duan Mingxiao doesn't need anyone's approval or agreement, except for Cong Chun.
Even if necessary, he had ways to make everyone agree with him, but Duan Mingxiao was actually unwilling to force Cong Chun to do anything.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao squeezed Cong Chun's hand, his tone somewhat subtle.
"By the way, didn't you want to go back to see your grandma?"
"I've bought your plane ticket."
[This young master is so understanding, Chun must be incredibly touched.]
[If some idiot were to offer himself to me now, I might reluctantly agree, hmph.]
When Duan Mingxiao was abroad, the two would call each other every night. The young master keenly heard Cong Chun mention that he would be staying at school during the National Day holiday, and the boy's eyes showed some disappointment.
That idiot, he wears his heart on his sleeve.
Duan Mingxiao didn't need to guess at all; his words were frighteningly straightforward.
Seeing that Cong Chun remained silent, Duan Mingxiao grasped his hand, his voice low and magnetic.
"Why are you so quiet? Are you reluctant to part with me?"
Cong Chun looked at him, her feelings somewhat complicated.
"And what about you, young master?"
A hint of hesitation flashed in Duan Mingxiao's eyes.
"Huh? Me? This young master just stays home playing games or goes to training."
"I finally get a long holiday, but I'm too lazy to go out and count heads."
"It's so crowded, and those men smell awful. Do you think everyone smells as good as you?"
Although I hope Chunchun can stay and play with me during the National Day holiday.
However, I always see a smile on your face when you talk to your grandma on the phone.
Perhaps you'll be even happier to see Grandma when you get home.
Seeing Cong Chun looking down at the floor again, Duan Mingxiao clearly sensed that something was wrong with him.
"Haven't seen you in a while, Chun Chun, you've gotten bolder, haven't you?"
"You don't even respond when I talk to you, leaving me hanging."
The next second, a hot palm landed on her lower back with just the right amount of pressure. Cong Chun tensed up, raised her droopy dog-like eyes, stared at the boy in front of her, and said nothing.
"I'm sorry, young master, I can't bear to part with you."
A bad feeling had been rising in Duan Mingxiao's heart.
Hearing this, the young master breathed a sigh of relief and pinched Cong Chun's cheek.
"Idiot, it's not like I'm going to die tomorrow."
"There's still a long way to go."
[Stupid Chun actually can't bear to part with me, young master! Hahahaha!]
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao tentatively spoke to Cong Chun.
"So you couldn't bear to leave me, so you stayed? You didn't see Grandma?"
Cong Chun shook his head, pouting.
"No, I want Grandma."
Duan Mingxiao pouted, looking somewhat helpless.
Okay, Chun is really greedy.
[If it were anyone else, I, this young master, would have chopped them into mincemeat with a cleaver.]
The young master returned to his house near Peking University, opened the door, and found that there were no signs of any extra life inside, just as when Duan Mingxiao left.
Duan Mingxiao was somewhat disappointed that Cong Chun hadn't come to the apartment while he was away.
When the young master entered the bedroom, he looked dejected. The thought of not being able to see Cong Chun during the National Day holiday made him feel a little sad.
It seems he was just putting on a brave face. The young master threw himself onto his bed, burying his face in it, and couldn't smell the familiar scent.
Thinking that Chun Chun wasn't sleeping in his own bed, a hint of disappointment flashed in Duan Mingxiao's eyes.
The young master spread his hands, then clenched one hand into a fist and slammed it onto his blanket in a fit of rage.
Why won't you sleep in my bed? Why won't you sleep in my bed? Humph.
Duan Mingxiao turned his face to the side. The young master had a high nose bridge and deep-set eyes. The curve of his profile was just right.
Then the boy's gaze fell on the desk not far away, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Why is there an extra box on my desk?
Duan Mingxiao jumped up from the bed and stared at it for a while with narrowed eyes.
A moment later, a tall shadow fell on the table.
Duan Mingxiao easily pulled open the ribbon, but he had some vague guesses in his mind.
The next second, the young master opened the lid, saw what was inside, and couldn't help but curse.
However, this wasn't anger, but excitement.
Inside, there was a beautifully crafted racing car model, but this time the material was a little different.
There was a note written on it.
"This is for the most outstanding race car driver, Duan Mingxiao."
The young master couldn't help but murmur excitedly.
"Silly Chun, I love you to death."
Immediately afterwards, the young master carefully held the racing car model and examined it.
As he was thinking, Duan Mingxiao suddenly pursed his lips and his eyelids drooped slightly.
If he hadn't broken the other racing car model, he would now have two racing car models given to him by Cong Chun.
Thinking of this, Duan Mingxiao was so angry that he slapped his thigh. Damn it, he wanted to saw his leg off.
But will Chun Chun look down on him then?
I'm so angry! He originally had two cars.
This shows that the eldest son is extremely greedy.
Before we knew it, it was the first day of the National Day holiday.
Yenching University's campus suddenly became deserted; all the students had left.
Cong Chun packed his luggage last night. Actually, Cong Chun didn't pack much. Duan Mingxiao drove over to find him, carrying two bags, which were Cong Chun's luggage.
Duan Mingxiao squatted on the ground, muttering to himself about what each item was for. For example, if you were injured, you could open the zipper at the very back of the bag to find disinfectant and bandages.
Cong Chun sat on a chair to the side, listening to the young master reciting, and was almost asleep.
The young master sometimes talks a lot, and very frequently; if you don't listen carefully, you might miss something.
So Cong Chun listened very carefully, and now he was certain that the young master really looked like his grandmother.
The night before he was to leave home for Jinghai City, his grandmother also kept talking to him for a long time.
Duan Mingxiao also has an exhibition race at the Longji Circuit during this National Day holiday. It was arranged in advance, otherwise Duan Mingxiao would have liked to go back with Cong Chun.
The location of this small mountain village is so remote that it can't be found on any existing navigation apps.
Duan Mingxiao would feel more at ease if he went back with Cong Chun.
On the day he left, Duan Mingxiao even took Cong Chun to the airport in advance.
Cong Chun hugged Duan Mingxiao with some reluctance.
He has disliked separation since he was a child.
Cong Chun was afraid that she would never see him again.
Cong Chun could feel the young master's kindness towards him.
Duan Mingxiao looked down at him.
Although there was some reluctance in the young master's eyes, he still pretended to be relaxed.
"What? You can't bear to part with me, young master?"
[So annoying, why does this exhibition match have to be held during the National Day holiday?]
[Ah, this young master wants to blow up the racetrack and go back to see Grandma with Chun Chun.]
[The old man will be so happy to see me. Like Old Man Xu, who always welcomes me to his house. Humph.]
Cong Chun nodded without hesitation, looking up with a somewhat aggrieved expression.
He never hides his love for his family and friends, and expressing love is not a shameful thing.
The young master patted Cong Chun's head reassuringly.
"This is a normal reaction. It's perfectly normal for you to be reluctant to part with me, given how good I am to you!"
"No one has been taking care of you these past few days, Chun Chun, you have to learn to be strong."
"If anyone bullies you, call me and I'll have someone kill him."
Sigh, actually I'm reluctant to part with it too.
I really want to move Chun Chun's house to the Duan family's house.
"No one will bully me; they can't beat me."
Cong Chun answered seriously, word by word.
Duan Mingxiao raised his hand and pinched his little face.
"Wow, that's strong."
Cong Chun nodded and smiled at Duan Mingxiao.
Damn, I love it even more now, and I'll never get tired of it.
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