Are you curious about kissing? I'll practice with you.
After Zhou Lin left, Lin Shiren felt a little annoyed. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but it seemed like she had been led by the nose by him the whole time.
He was the one who forcibly kissed her, he was the one who barged into her home, so why is he trying to negotiate with her?
She tapped her head and asked herself, "Lin Shiren, were you threatened or bewitched by male beauty?"
She pulled the blanket over her head, and the sound of her heartbeat was amplified infinitely in the quiet space, as if it had given her an answer.
Whether it was because she had something on her mind or because she had slept too much, Lin Shiren was not sleepy at all. She logged into Weibo with her alternate account and saw Zhou Lin's new post from three minutes ago as soon as she opened it.
It was a live photo of a withered tree. She zoomed in on the details and recognized that the background was the camphor tree downstairs.
His Weibo account has always been a popular spot for gossip enthusiasts. He used to post photos of Schrödinger, but now he has suddenly changed his style, and the comment section is very lively, with everyone asking where the photo was taken.
"Can't he just be a little more low-key?" Lin Shiren cursed him a hundred and eighty times in his heart.
Zhou Lin sneezed.
He got into the taxi, warmed up a bit, and then sent her a WeChat message: "I left my coat in your closet. Remember to bring it to me if you don't want your mom to find out."
Lin Shih-jen: "Fuck you.JPG"
He thoroughly enjoyed her adorable, swearing emojis, a faint smile curving his lips as he pressed his fingertip on them for a long time before clicking save.
There was still an unread message on her phone, sent by Song Ci half an hour ago: "Lin Shinian is on sick leave, so you're not coming to school. Isn't that too obvious?"
Is it obvious?
He didn't think so.
After all that fuss, it was already 2 PM, so Zhou Lin went straight home. Qin Ya was a little surprised to see him come in: "Why are you back so early today?"
Zhou Lin ignored Qin Ya's question and asked while changing his shoes, "Mom, what should I eat if I have a fever?"
Qin Ya stood up from the sofa, frowned, and asked, "Do you have a fever?"
"It wasn't me, it was my deskmate."
He was only wearing one school uniform. Huiwen's autumn and winter school uniforms are dark blue. He has good head and shoulder proportions, so he can carry it off well. His legs look quite stylish when he walks.
Qin Ya glanced at him, her tone lightly teasing: "Oh, you're even fighting for someone else, and you're just deskmates?"
When she returned from her business trip, she was a little confused to find out that Zhou Lin's parents had been called in. After Zhou Heyu explained the whole story, she realized it was all because of a girl.
Zhou Lin neither admitted nor denied it, revealing a rare hint of his youthful temper: "I won't ask you anymore, I'll look it up online."
That night, he had his first wild fantasies.
The image of that fair and soft face flashed through his mind, and the scent of the girl's bra still lingered on his fingertips. Zhou Lin's breathing suddenly became heavy. Noticing the strangeness below him, he closed his eyes and calmed himself for a while before sighing.
He's a beast.
...
On Friday morning, the classroom was noisy. Lin Shiren was writing furiously to catch up on the test she had missed. She had slept for two days and was still quite energetic. After her fever stopped recurring, she returned to class, as time was tight in the senior year of high school.
Zhou Lin hasn't arrived yet. He hasn't made any moves these past two days, but this hasn't made Lin Shiren feel relieved. In fact, he has a strange feeling that Zhou Lin is preparing a big move.
Trust between people is as fragile as a cicada's wing.
For the first time ever, Song Ci wasn't doing his homework. Instead, he sat next to her and played games with Li Pengfei. Lin Shiren and Zhou Lin had both missed two days of class, so he was used to sitting in that spot.
The principal holds a meeting with the senior high school homeroom teachers every Monday. They are not worried at all that Chen Mo will suddenly attack them or make threats.
After Cai Shichen was moved away, Lin Shiren felt that the atmosphere between the students sitting in front of and behind her was more harmonious than ever before. Shao Xiaxuan told her the gossip from yesterday: "The Chinese teacher said Hamlet was Harry Potter instead of Hamlet, and Li Pengfei asked her if it was the one who rides a broomstick. We were all laughing so hard."
Lin Shih-ren took a moment to return her a smile.
Her impression of Shao Xiaxuan was still based on a small notebook that had been passed around before. It was full of embarrassing stories from the class, not only about classmates but also about teachers.
She has great potential to be a paparazzi.
Ten minutes later, the noise gradually subsided as the bell rang. It was at this moment that Zhou Lin stepped into the classroom, carrying a lunchbox in his hand, walking with steady, late steps.
Dozens of eyes watched him walk towards his seat, but Lin Shiren noticed what he was holding. In the moment when the whole class was silent, a shadow fell over him, and the boy's presence quietly enveloped him.
Zhou Lin placed the lunchbox on her desk and greeted her cheerfully, "Good morning, this is for you."
The air suddenly thinned, and everyone sensed a blatant, undisguised implication. Lin Shiren suddenly felt a burning sensation all over her body, as if thorns had grown inside her, elusive and impossible to remove. With her tongue pressed against her lower jaw, she asked, feigning nonchalance, "What is this?"
"fruit."
Good heavens! She knew it was fruit, but the point is, why bring her fruit, especially in front of everyone?
Unfortunately, Zhou Lin didn't hear her thoughts. He put down his schoolbag and sat down slowly: "Eating more Vitamin C can boost immunity."
Lin Shiren picked at the corner of the table with his fingers, not even daring to glance at the lunchbox, let alone pay any attention to him.
Zhou Lin seemed to suddenly remember something and turned to look at her: "You're not allergic to mangoes, are you?"
Lin Shiren: ...
Can you please shut up?!
Just when there was no time to catch her breath, Song Ci suddenly jumped up and pointed at the right protector on the other side of the podium: "Kong Han, as my deskmate, aren't you being too heartless to me? It's settled then, you'll treat me to coffee at noon."
Kong Han: "?"
The clamor of discussion suddenly became uncontrollable—
"Don't you have anything good to eat for me?"
"Is soy milk okay? But I've already drunk half of it."
"roll!"
"I bought this calendar on Pinduoduo for 4.2 yuan. You've been looking at it for half a semester. How do you calculate it?"
"You even used my correction tape..."
"Charging by the centimeter!"
The students at the same desk were making noisy jokes to each other, and the classroom was more lively than ever before.
Lin Shiren wrote slowly, her face expressionless. Especially amidst the surrounding restlessness, she seemed somewhat out of place. Zhou Lin finally noticed—she was unhappy.
He sighed, "I even cut my hand while cutting fruit this morning."
Lin Shiren glanced over and quickly frowned. There was a half-centimeter wound on the knuckle of Zhou Lin's index finger, surrounded by redness and swelling. Her expression was like that of a lump of dough that hadn't risen properly; she couldn't be angry or scold, and finally awkwardly said, "You might as well go to the hospital."
After waiting and waiting, Zhou Lin finally heard this sentence and chuckled. He didn't know why he had such a low threshold for laughter; he couldn't help but laugh at everything she said.
Ultimately, he was still soft-hearted and couldn't bear to see such beautiful hands with imperfections. Lin Shiren took out a cartoon band-aid from his bag and handed it over with a hint of reluctance: "Put this on."
Even sitting down, the boy was still tall. He leaned forward, stretched out his hand, and showed her his wound: "Help me put it on, it's hard for me to do it with one hand."
He's practically worthy of an Oscar for Best Actor.
"You..." Lin Shiren's face turned so red it was almost bleeding, and he couldn't find the right words for a long time.
Zhou Lin glanced at the time and urged, "Hurry up, Teacher Chen is about to adjourn the meeting."
"..."
After that day, Lin Shiren laid down three rules with him, and Zhou Lin toned down his blatant pursuit tactics. Their relationship also became much closer without them even realizing it.
She discovered that Zhou Lin always had a calming aura around him, not only in terms of studies, but also in terms of life problems. As long as she talked to him, she could always get a solution.
"are you sure?"
Zhou Lin lifted his eyelids slightly: "I never doubt myself."
Lin Shiren: ...
It's so good to be someone who doesn't fight internally; she doubts herself every day.
As mid-November approached and the midterm exams drew near, the atmosphere in the class became increasingly oppressive. Everyone was like a machine running at a slow speed. Lin Shiren was also affected and became tense, further reducing his sleep time.
During the break between evening self-study sessions, Zhou Lin glanced at the dark circles under her eyes and asked, "Want to go for a walk?"
His intention was to let her get some fresh air and refresh herself, but Lin Shiren was too sleepy to speak, so she propped her face up and shook her head.
Zhou Lin's movements were tinged with helplessness as he opened the food delivery app and asked, "What kind of coffee do you want?" He then handed over his phone.
Lin Shih-jen glanced at the menu, then suddenly had a change of heart, sat up, and said, "Let me treat you."
Zhou Lin raised an eyebrow: "Invite me?"
“Yes, you tutored me for so long and I didn’t even thank you. If people find out, they’ll think I have no conscience.”
Zhou Lin felt as if he had met a kindred spirit.
He leaned casually against the desk and nodded subtly: "I thought being heartless was your persona."
Lin Shiren crumpled up some toilet paper and threw it at him: "Are you going to drink or not!"
"drink."
To make up for the hurt he had suffered, Zhou Lin ordered the restaurant where the two of them had argued last time. It was near the school, and Lin Shiren volunteered to go out and get it.
It was already pitch black when I stepped out the door. A biting chill rushed into my pores, instantly invigorating me.
The distance from the classroom to the West Gate wasn't far, but she had been sick last week, so she was bundled up tightly when she came out, even wearing a scarf. The app showed that the delivery guy would arrive in two minutes, so Lin Shih-ren put her hands in her pockets and found an inconspicuous spot to wait.
There were other people waiting under the fence. Judging from their actions, they seemed to be a couple. The boy had his coat around the girl's chest, and the girl smiled and put a segment of orange into his mouth. Then, the two suddenly started kissing.
No, where did this atmosphere come from?
How could they kiss when there were two grown people standing just three meters apart?
Lin Shiren seemed struck by lightning, frozen in place, unable to speak, barely daring to breathe. She was so nervous that she didn't even notice the person who had been silently following behind her ever since she came out.
She watched how long the couple kissed, and Zhou Lin observed her for just as long, finding it both novel and amusing.
Does she like watching this? Is it because she disliked his kiss last time?
Zhou Lin began to reflect. He did indeed lack experience, but he had a strong learning ability... A bunch of yellow rubbish involuntarily flashed through his mind.
The noise of the delivery guy waking up the couple who were clinging to each other, finally separated. Before leaving, the girl glanced at Lin Shiren.
"You're curious about this?" Zhou Lin stared at her, raising his voice slightly.
Lin Shih-jen shuddered at the sound. Was this the retribution for peeping at other people kissing?
She recognized the speaker without turning around. With a look of grim determination, she took the coffee down from the iron bars, took a deep breath, and said, "Here, your coffee."
Fortunately, the darkness was thick enough to conceal the heat on her face.
Zhou Lin took the coffee from her hand, their fingertips touching briefly before separating. That subtle itch began to spread again, stirring a kind of passion that even he couldn't explain. He grabbed her wrist without thinking: "If you're curious, I can practice with you."
Thinking back to the time Zhou Lin forcibly kissed her, also on a dark and windy night like this, Lin Shiren felt a chill run down her spine.
Does he turn into a werewolf at night?
"I'm not practicing!" She immediately covered her mouth, turned around and ran away.
Zhou Lin couldn't stop her. Looking at her staggering figure, he smiled and reminded her, "Watch where you're going."
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Author's Note: Zhou Lin: As a top student, I can't allow my kissing skills to be anything less than gold-medal level.
50 red envelopes~
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