Chapter 85 Jealousy
During this period, Duan Mingxiao told himself that there was a lot of training involved, so in order to better master the skills of riding the electric scooter, Cong Chun would take it for a ride after military training ended in the evenings.
As a result, every time Cong Chun went out for a ride on his electric scooter, he ended up in the library.
I was like a cat encountering catnip, diving headfirst into the library and staying until closing time.
Tonight, as usual, Cong Chun didn't go to the library after finishing his electric scooter lesson; instead, he returned to his dormitory early.
As soon as you open the door, a blast of cold air from the air conditioner hits you.
These days, Shi Yu has been using the forged medical records to conveniently avoid going to military training.
Du Zelong and Guan Ran were both out of the dormitory. Du Zelong was probably at a social gathering on the grass. Guan Ran was very busy in the evening. After the military training ended, he said he was going out to exercise and should be back soon.
The boy's gaze fell on Cong Chun, who had just entered the room, and his expression was somewhat unfriendly.
Shi Yu went to study in Yanjing for Duan Mingxiao's sake.
He was very good at dance. Although his grades were a bit low, he still barely made it into the school. As soon as he entered the school, he became a star in his major.
Everyone knows that a handsome and wealthy junior has joined the dance department. He's decked out in limited-edition designer brands from head to toe, with just one necklace costing over ten thousand yuan.
As soon as Shi Yu saw Cong Chun enter, he spoke, his tone somewhat sharp.
What is your relationship with Brother Mingxiao?
Cong Chun pursed his lips; he was a little thirsty. In the end, he answered in a low voice, "Friend."
His throat was burning. Cong Chun wanted to drink water. The boy took off his long-sleeved military training camouflage uniform. The military training tops that Yanda University distributed to them were all long-sleeved jackets.
Cong Chun was wearing a thin, cheap black vest underneath. He had another vest like this; his grandmother had bought it for him in town for five yuan.
Cong Chun picked up his thermos and gulped down the water to stay hydrated.
Immediately afterwards, the boy looked up and glanced at the bookshelf on the table.
Cong Chun discovered that the dark green sketchbook that was originally on the bookshelf was gone.
He put down his water glass, raised his hand and rummaged around on the table, but still couldn't find it.
A lukewarm chuckle came from behind.
Shi Yu's eyes twitched slightly upwards, revealing a hint of smugness.
He brandished the dark green sketchbook in his hand and challenged Cong Chun.
"Is this what you're looking for?"
Turning around, Cong Chun's eyes darkened instantly. How could this person touch his things without permission?
Give it back to me.
A hint of disdain flashed in Shi Yu's eyes, and he curled his lips into a smile.
"Give it back to you? You just said you were friends with Brother Mingxiao."
"Who would draw what their friend looks like when they're sleeping?"
"I'm afraid even Brother Mingxiao would find you disgusting if he knew."
Cong Chun frowned, stepped forward, and tightly gripped Shi Yu's wrist, the hand holding the sketchbook.
The boy was strong, and even after he let go, Shi Yu's delicate wrist still had red marks.
Shi Yu couldn't break free and could only watch helplessly as Cong Chun snatched the sketchbook back from his hands.
The boy cursed angrily.
"You bitch, how dare you lay a hand on me! You just wait!"
Cong Chun ignored him. He flipped through the sketchbook in his hand, examined it, and felt a pang of heartache in his eyes as the pages became slightly wrinkled.
Shi Yu seemed to feel that his words were not threatening enough, so he continued to curse.
"Brother Mingxiao will only be with me. You'd better stay away from him and stop daydreaming."
"You shameless woman, don't you even know if you're worthy of her?"
Shi Yu originally wanted to call Cong Chun ugly, but when he saw Cong Chun's face, he felt that he didn't have the confidence to say such a thing.
Cong Chun raised her eyes, and there was some irritation in the boy's eyes.
Shi Yu was rubbing his red wrist in pain when he looked up again and found that Cong Chun had already closed in on him.
Cong Chun was a few centimeters taller than Shi Yu. Before Shi Yu knew it, he had been cornered by the boy in front of him, with a pale, stiff wall behind him.
Cong Chun remained silent, creating an eerily quiet atmosphere. In addition, Shi Yu was already feeling wronged because Duan Mingxiao and Cong Chun were close.
Tears welled up in Shi Yu's eyes involuntarily. He cried. He was already feeling wronged because of living in the dormitory, and now he was afraid that this guy from the poor countryside would lay a hand on him.
Shi Yu forced himself to yell at Cong Chun.
"Damn it, are you mute? Are you deaf and not answering me?"
"I hate you, get out of this dorm."
Cong Chun's calm and undisturbed gaze fell on Shi Yu, who tilted his head slightly, his dark hair falling in front of his eyes, obscuring the emotions in his eyes.
Cong Chun looked completely innocent, his tone neither warm nor cold.
Didn't you say you hated me?
"Why should I talk to you?"
Shi Yu was filled with resentment. How dare this person talk to him like that? The boy angrily wiped away his tears.
During this time, Shi Yu had noticed that Duan Mingxiao was getting close to a boy. Moreover, Duan Mingxiao was a germaphobe, but he was not wary of that boy. Only today did he find out that this boy was actually in the same dormitory as him!
Shi Yu was so jealous!
Shi Yu pointed at Cong Chun's face. He hated that he wasn't good-looking enough and had to get plastic surgery, while the person in front of him was born good-looking. No matter how much money he spent on plastic surgery, he couldn't achieve that. He was dying of jealousy.
"I just hate you. I hate that you can get his affection so easily."
Cong Chun curled her lips into a smile and chuckled softly.
"So what? He doesn't like you."
The next second, the boy's voice suddenly turned cold.
"None of my business."
Why are you crying in front of me?
Cong Chun grabbed Shi Yu's collar and pulled him close. Shi Yu was wearing a black vest, and his arms were slender yet strong. The boy lowered his head and whispered in Shi Yu's ear.
"Don't make me beat you up, Shi Yu."
Shi Yu was completely stunned. He hadn't expected Cong Chun to get angry, or to be like this when she was angry.
Cong Chun released the boy's collar and silently turned to tidy the table.
The following evening, Cong Chun went out for a ride on his electric scooter as usual.
As soon as the electric scooter stopped by the roadside, a pair of hands suddenly appeared behind Cong Chun and covered his eyes.
"Guess who I am."
Cong Chun's back tensed slightly. He had been on high alert, but suddenly relaxed, his tone stubborn.
"I have no idea."
Duan Mingxiao felt the touch of his eyelashes fluttering in his palm and pursed his lips.
"Are you deliberately trying to upset me?"
[This young master just finished his performance and came straight to see you.]
[You've already forgotten about me so quickly, you idiot Chun, you're so heartless.]
Cong Chun paused for a moment, then forced a helpless smile at the boy in front of her.
"Will you blame me?"
Duan Mingxiao noticed that something was wrong with his mood.
"Did someone bully you in the dorm?"
Cong Chun's mind has indeed been in turmoil lately, ever since the pictures in his sketchbook were revealed to others.
He was actually starting to worry that Shi Yu might tell Duan Mingxiao, and that the young master might think he was a pervert.
Furthermore, because Duan Mingxiao had been contacting him less frequently lately, Chun felt a strange and somewhat uncomfortable feeling in her heart.
Cong Chun subconsciously said something against his will.
After speaking, Cong Chun stared blankly at the ground.
Someone bullies me because they like you.
But I chased it away myself.
Hot, strong fingers gripped Cong Chun's chin, forcing the boy to raise his head.
Cong Chun's mouth was pinched so hard that he couldn't speak clearly.
"You're lying."
[Damn, Guan Ran is a good-for-nothing. I told him to keep a close eye on people.]
[He spends all his time at the racing training track, but his racing skills are getting worse and worse.]
Cong Chun's heart skipped a beat; Guan Ran was actually the young master's friend.
Cong Chun slapped Duan Mingxiao's hand away, stared at him, and spoke somewhat defiantly.
"Young Master, don't you already have the answer in your heart?"
"Why do you still need to ask me?"
Suddenly, the young master Duan smiled, and the familiar scent instantly enveloped Cong Chun. The boy stepped forward and hugged Cong Chun tightly.
"Cong Chun, are you jealous?"
Sigh, every family has its own problems. When men focus on their careers, they often neglect their wives.
Cong Chun frowned, suddenly feeling very annoyed. He pinched Duan Mingxiao's waist hard, but unfortunately, the flesh was too firm, all muscle, and he couldn't pinch it at all.
Cong Chun had no choice but to pinch Duan Mingxiao's buttocks to make him let go of her.
The young master cried out in pain, but still clung tightly to Cong Chun, refusing to let go.
Duan Mingxiao didn't jump away like a frog; he just cursed.
"Stupid Chun, you little pervert."
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