Chapter 13 What type do you like?
Ren Yizi was stunned for a moment after hearing the question, then he laughed and scolded: "Silly boy, what nonsense are you talking about? You didn't provoke me, why should I scold you for no reason? Are you bored?"
Wen Siru continued to ask: "If I provoke you, will you?"
Ren Yizi felt that this question was a bit confusing. "Your parents wouldn't say much to you at home, right? Why would you come and provoke others? Even if you provoke me, I'll probably offset your mistakes because you helped me before."
Wen Siru was so amused: "Brother Zi, I was just kidding. Why are you analyzing it so seriously? It's really cute."
Ren Yizi got goosebumps at this moment, and he immediately corrected her, "Don't use such a sissy adjective to describe me!"
Wen Siru suppressed his laughter and said softly, "Okay—whatever you say is what it is."
Looking at him, the carefree and wealthy young man, Ren Yizi remembered the question Yin Zhongjiu had asked him to help ask that day. He thought about it and changed the subject tentatively, "When are you free? Shall we go out together? Bring your girlfriend along."
Wen Siru's black feather eyelashes moved: "I don't have a girlfriend."
Ren Yizi pretended to be surprised: "I don't believe it. With so many girls throwing themselves at you, how come you don't have a girlfriend?"
Wen Siru asked back, "Brother Zi, do you have any?"
"I haven't yet," Ren Yizi answered truthfully. He then pressed the issue, "What type do you like? Do you want me to introduce you to one?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes met Wen Si Ru's again, and time froze in silence for a few seconds.
Wen Siru's eyes are as beautiful as a piece of peach petal filled with clear water, with a plump, crystal clear amber placed on it, freezing the moment and interpreting eternity.
But he tilted his head slightly, as if he was really thinking, and said "Hmm~" in a long tone: "So what type do you think I like?"
"How should I know?" Ren Yizi felt the topic had been thrown back, but he really thought about it from a man's perspective, "Fair skin, beautiful face, and long legs?"
"It's about right. A little curvier, not too short, not too thin."
Ren Yizi thought to himself: Isn’t this the standard for all men?
Aside from being tall, Yin Zhongjiu didn't meet any of the other criteria. Ren Yizi, however, wanted to buy some more opportunities for his sister Yin: "Then, would you accept someone who's skinny like a model?"
Wen Siru looked at him with a meaningful look: "A thin stick is not good, it's not healthy, and I'm afraid it will break if it hits me again."
"That's right," Ren Yizi listened to him and the virgin looked at Wen Siru with the eyes of a seasoned veteran.
But he still wanted to fight for his sister Yin one last time: "So what kind of personality do you like?"
"It's okay if you have your own opinions and a bad temper. The more intense the personality, the more I like you. That way I can have more pleasure of conquering you." Wen Siru's eyes showed a rare look of wanting to eat someone alive, but that only lasted for a moment. Ren Yizi thought he had made a mistake and didn't care too much.
He felt that there was a huge contrast between Wen Si Ru's inner thoughts and his outward appearance: the rich young man was indeed different from ordinary men. He didn't like little white rabbits, but liked red horses.
This time, Yin Zhongjiu might have hope. He had to match them up: "Then..."
Before Ren Yizi could even open his mouth to speak, Wen Siru suddenly asked him, "What about you, Brother Zi? You've asked me so many questions, so you should also tell me what kind of person you like, right?"
"Me? My standards for appearance are similar to yours, but there's one more thing I want to add: if she works out and has a six-pack, that'll be a bonus."
Wen Siru nodded, but with confusion in his eyes, he said: "But the one you are pursuing now doesn't seem to be this type."
Ren Yizi's mind went offline at this moment. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "How do you know I'm pursuing someone now?"
Wen Siru lowered his head to write again, and said nonchalantly: "I guessed that your phone light is on every morning."
Ren Yizi felt a little embarrassed and said, "Is it okay to disturb your sleep?"
Wen Siru shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. I can't sleep either."
"That shouldn't be the case. Why are you still suffering from insomnia?" Ren Yizi was puzzled.
He thought that a young master like Wen Siru would have no worries. He had money, good looks, and women. To outsiders, he was a typical winner in life. Why would he suffer from insomnia?
Wen Siru opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping himself. "My family... Never mind. I won't talk about these bad things with you. You'll be in a bad mood if you listen to them."
He slowly raised his head, and the few strands of hair in front of him fell in front of his eyes.
That adorable yet forcedly strong look aroused Ren Dazhinan's protective instinct, and he said carefully: "It's okay, I can help share your pain."
"Forget it, Brother Zi, I don't want to see you frown. You should be happy every day and always be healthy and happy." Wen Siru's eyes flashed with sincerity, "I'm going to sleep, good night."
Ren Yizi could only say: "Good night."
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The weekend passed quickly. When Ren Yizi left, Yang Ruyi stuffed his suitcase with food and drinks, nearly bursting it. She urged him repeatedly, "You're in your third year of high school now, so you must study hard. When you have time during the holidays, stay in the dormitory and school more often to do your homework. But you must also take care of your health and balance work and rest."
Ren Yizi nodded and comforted the old lady: "Yes, grandma, you should take care of yourself too."
He arrived on time for evening study, dragging his suitcase. There were fewer teachers at evening study on Sundays, and supervision was not strict, which led to the class being very noisy.
Ren Yizi covered his ears while rushing to finish his homework. Yin Zhongjiu next to him was still chatting with her good friend, making his head buzz. He turned his head and said, "Sister Yin, can you please be quieter? I just came to the source of all evil, mathematics."
Yin Zhongjiu stopped and said to him sarcastically, "Hey, what's wrong with our usually noisy school bully Ren? He's doing math here. Come on, come on, let me teach you."
The girls who were talking around her also gathered around to watch:
"That's strange. Let me come and see what kind of question is so difficult for Brother Zi?"
"I'm so panicked. Brother Zi has also started to roll up. Why shouldn't I roll up?"
A group of them gathered around the math problems that Ren Yizi was doing, and after watching for a long time, no one could explain the reasoning behind them.
"What a bunch of bullshit questions! They're giving me a headache. Don't do such difficult ones. Start with the simple ones first." Yin Zhongjiu complained.
Qin Yang also watched for a while and agreed with his sister Yin: "It's really difficult. Brother Zi, you should do something else first."
Ren Yizi was speechless: "This is one of the first five multiple-choice questions on the math test."
He looked at the people around him who couldn't help him and couldn't stand the noise anymore. When no one was paying attention, he stuffed the exercise book and pen into the cuffs of his coat and the pockets of his trousers and walked out the door.
Yin Zhongjiu noticed him and asked, "Where are you going? Studying secretly?"
Ren Yizi knew that these people couldn't roll up themselves, and were afraid of being rolled up by others. Fortunately, he was prepared and took out a pack of paper: "I'm going to the toilet. Do you want to join me?"
Yin Zhongjiu said with disgust: "Go away, don't disgust me."
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After Ren Yizi walked out of the classroom, he quickly avoided the cameras and arrived downstairs of the dormitory.
No students are allowed to return to the dormitory building at this time. There had been an accident before, so the security is very strict. Not only is there an aunt watching the door, but there are also guards patrolling.
But none of these could pose a problem for Ren Yizi, a habitual wall-climber. Before, he and Qin Yang would sometimes sneak back at this time and go to the rooftop to drink.
He ran under the flickering street lights, and couldn't help but sigh. He never thought that one day he would run back for the sake of studying. It really moved the world.
He thought there was no one in the dormitory, but when he pushed open the door, he saw Wen Si Ru taking off his clothes with his back to him, and his clothes just touched his back.
The fair skin was covered with lean muscles, making him look thin when dressed and muscular when undressed, which subverted the skinny and thin figure that Ren Yizi had imagined.
Wen Siru didn't expect anyone to come in at this time. He put his clothes down halfway through his action and turned around: "Brother Zi? Why are you back to the dormitory at this time?"
"I was just about to ask why you're back in the dorm at this hour?" Ren Yizi walked over and patted him. "You have a great figure. Do you work out too? I wouldn't have guessed."
"Thank you for the compliment, Brother Zi. I work out whenever I have time, and I was planning to ask you to borrow your equipment today. I forgot to bring it with me when school started, and I'm always envious of you when I see you working out."
"If you want to practice, just take whatever you want. There's no need for us to be so particular." Ren Yizi pointed at the thing placed next to his bed.
"Okay, I'm going to take a shower first."
"Go ahead."
Ren Yizi put all his exercise books in their places, listened to the sound of Wen Siru taking a bath, hummed a tune and started doing his homework.
But not long after, Wen Siru suddenly called him from the bathroom: "Brother Zi?"
Ren Yizi was interrupted in the middle of his thoughts. He stood up and walked to the bathroom to answer him: "Hey, what's wrong?"
"This shower head stopped running halfway through my shower."
"Should I tell Auntie to call the maintenance guy?"
"Okay," Wen Siru replied, then suddenly said, "No, if we go to call Auntie at this time, wouldn't that mean we're leaving early?"
Ren Yizi had previously fixed the plumbing and electrical work for his grandmother. Thinking that even the great scholar Wen Daxue still didn't understand something, and that he just happened to know a little more, he wanted to repay the favors Wen Siru had given him many times. "Then let me come in and see if I can fix it?"
"Okay." Wen Siru didn't hesitate. He opened the door and there was smoke inside.
As soon as Ren Yizi entered, he was like wrapped in a layer of water clothes. He looked straight ahead to find the water heater, but Wen Siru was so big standing there that he couldn't help but catch a glimpse of his body out of the corner of his eye.
The mist surrounded Wen Siru, making him half-hidden, but Ren Yizi could still see the old scars of varying depths on his arms.
Ren Yizi touched the water heater and thought, how come a spoiled man like Young Master Ren has so many scars on his hands?
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