Chapter 9 Those words Feng Xingyun said in the car last time…
After what Feng Xingyun said in the car last time, Zhao Yi believed that he didn't like Liu Duanhe anymore. If he took Liu Duanhe to watch the game again today, wouldn't that just make him make wild guesses?
Feng Xingyun felt a headache coming on at the thought of this, and it also gave Zhao Yi another opportunity to talk to Liu Duanhe. He had no desire to be someone else's wingman.
As soon as I stepped out of the teaching building, a cold wind swept over me, carrying the desolate scent of grass and trees.
The weather in Beijing turned cold very quickly, as if it jumped directly from summer to late autumn.
Feng Xingyun wore a jacket over his jersey for convenience while playing basketball, while Liu Duanhe wore only a purple silk shirt that most people would find difficult to pull off. It was loose and casual, with an excellent drape, exuding a noble and handsome aura. He paired it with gray suit pants, and a belt cinched his slender waist.
A pair of anti-blue light silver-chained, non-slip glasses perched on her high, straight nose. Her soft, jet-black hair cascaded down her back. Liu Duanhe noticed his gaze, turned her head, and smiled slightly. "I was in a bit of a rush when I left and forgot to take my glasses off."
He raised his hand, his fair fingers running through his jet-black hair, the contrast between the icy white and jade-like hair was so striking it was breathtaking. He smoothed the fallen hair back, revealing his full forehead, and his aura instantly became cold and powerful.
Liu Duanhe smiled again, softening the arrogance that had flashed across his face for a moment. "Tomorrow is Sunday and I don't have any classes, so I guess I'll have to ask a stylist to come to my house to cut my hair. I was supposed to go a few days before I was hospitalized."
Feng Xingyun looked at him and nodded. Liu Duanhe always smiled, as gentle as water, but every time he smiled so gently, he felt that it was when Liu Duanhe was most contemptuous and arrogant, using his pretense to play tricks on everyone. How could this not be a kind of silent contempt?
Therefore, he hated Liu Duan and all smiles that weren't genuine. Feng Xingyun said sincerely, "Your smile is ugly."
To put it bluntly, Feng Xingyun has always seemed to be a person with low emotional intelligence, so he has very few friends. On the one hand, there aren't many people he can respect, and on the other hand, those who want to be friends with him for unknown reasons will eventually find him ruthless.
The words he used to describe Liu Duanhe's arrogance, in the eyes of others, were actually more fitting for him.
Feng Xingyun was all alone, and all his friends were at best casual acquaintances with whom he could have fun.
Liu Duanhe's lips curled into a smile as he stared intently at Feng Xingyun.
Feng Xingyun, on the contrary, smirked and smiled genuinely, "Just like that, right in front of me."
He kept saying these things, and Liu Duanhe got annoyed. He remembered the last time Feng Xingyun caught him smoking in the abandoned building, and he knew that Feng Xingyun seemed to be able to understand his true emotions.
Liu Duanhe also laughed, and sneered, "I've heard of people who ask for a scolding, but this is the first time I've seen someone who enjoys being given the cold shoulder."
Feng Xingyun explained earnestly, "Because you don't really want to laugh. Why force yourself to laugh if you don't want to? It's so uncomfortable to be with someone who doesn't want to laugh."
He paused for a moment, then said calmly, "What does it matter whether you want to or not, whether you're sincere or not? As long as you achieve your goal, nothing else matters except what you get."
Feng Xingyun could tell that Liu Duanhe didn't want to talk anymore, so he didn't press the matter further.
Because the indoor gymnasium is on another campus, they took a bus there.
Although they were sitting together, Liu Duanhe didn't speak to him again the whole way. Even Feng Xingyun's stubborn and unrepentant temper was starting to get the better of him, and he began to regret whether it was too intimate to say such things now.
Liu Duanhe looked out the window, too lazy to pay attention to Feng Xingyun beside him, and opened the front window to let in some fresh air.
The faint, peculiar fragrance emanating from him drifted on the breeze, sweet and mingled with the warmth of his body, reaching Feng Xingyun's nose.
It must be the scent of the shower gel or shampoo that Liu Duanhe always uses. Feng Xingyun thought to himself in a daze that he had never been this close to Liu Duanhe before. He could only smell this fragrance when Liu Duanhe opened the bathroom door to come out or when he entered the bathroom after Liu Duanhe. It was indeed a very pleasant scent.
Liu Duanhe's habit when taking public transportation is not to look at his phone. He empties his mind and releases stress the whole way. He is not a god. He also feels tired when doing things he doesn't want to do. Since Feng Xingyun doesn't want to see a smiling face, he is too lazy to argue with him.
But what he said did leave a slight impression on him, yet he was unlikely to change his principles of conduct that he had upheld for over a decade because of a few words from him.
That's interesting, after all, Feng Xingyun is one of the few people who can understand his true feelings, but that's all.
When Liu Duanhe's striking features are expressionless, his extremely noble temperament and appearance appear particularly aggressive, with a very oppressive aura, making him seem like a high-mountain flower that makes people hesitate to approach, which is very different from his usual image.
Her long, curled eyelashes blinked indifferently, her eyes sparkling like glass beads in the sunlight, and she suddenly turned her head to look to the right.
The student on the other end calmly put down his phone and apologized, saying, "Sorry, do you want to delete the photos?"
Liu Duanhe had been photographed so many times that he had developed a sense of camera presence, which to some extent also made him more sensitive to eye contact. This reduced the probability of him being kidnapped by various shady characters. However, he had seen people who were panicked when he grabbed them, but this was the first time he had encountered someone so fearless and calm.
He was just being habitually alert, so after glancing at the person a few more times, he said, "Never mind, no need to delete."
The man replied with an "Oh".
Liu Duanhe thought that everyone has their own temperament, and this classmate was probably just exceptionally bold and daring.
Feng Xingyun suddenly cleared his throat, interrupting Liu Duanhe's thoughts, and said in a hoarse, low voice, "We've arrived at our station."
"oh."
Before getting off the bus, Liu Duan glanced at the classmate by the window. She was typing with her head down. With his good eyesight, he immediately saw the screen on her phone, which was clearly the school forum.
Out of politeness, Liu Duanhe avoided eye contact.
Feng Xingyun stood beside him and said in a sarcastic tone, "Is she very attractive to you?"
Liu Duanhe's strategy for dealing with this kind of eccentric person, who has acted repeatedly, is to ignore him.
He had encountered people who thought he was good-natured and wanted to take advantage of him before, and without exception, Liu Duanhe taught them a lesson in the end. This is why he was known as the "smiling tiger" in the industry.
Those who know these things will naturally be wary of him. A truly unassuming, nice guy will only be taken advantage of, while someone who always wears a smile but never hesitates to act ruthlessly can gain a good first impression and extra benefits without suffering any loss.
He usually ignores the actions and words of people like Feng Xingyun and Chen Xingdong who are unyielding to both soft and hard approaches, and then they behave themselves.
Sure enough, he turned around without even glancing at Feng Xingyun, letting his words drift away with the wind. He walked closely beside Liu Duanhe, constantly stealing glances from the corner of his eye.
Liu Duanhe walked calmly all the way. Before entering the stadium, Feng Xingyun finally couldn't hold back and suddenly grabbed his sleeve. Fortunately, he knew about Liu Duanhe's germaphobia and didn't touch him directly.
He pulled him to the green garden in front of the stadium. After they stopped, his dark eyes stared straight at him, his gaze complex and unfathomable. This time, Liu Duanhe couldn't understand the emotions in his eyes.
Feng Xingyun's mood was in a mess the whole way, and he couldn't figure out what he was thinking either.
He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, a little taller than Liu Duanhe, with wheat-colored skin, thin eyelids, narrow double eyelid creases, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a neat buzz cut. He was very distinctively handsome and looked difficult to get along with.
Without a certain level of good looks, it's easy to look like someone just released from labor camp. Fortunately, his arrogant demeanor and decent face saved the day. He was probably just a new gang leader and hadn't been sent in for reformation yet.
Especially his well-developed muscles from years of exercise, and perhaps due to his natural skeletal structure, made him appear a size larger than Liu Duanhe.
His eyes drooped slightly, glancing at Liu Duanhe's beautiful eyebrows and eyes, then at his pale, alluring lips.
He didn't speak, and Liu Duanhe didn't urge him either. He was very polite and composed, waiting for him to say what he wanted to hear.
Feng Xingyun was very disobedient all afternoon, and Liu Duanhe was genuinely unhappy.
At some point, they were very close, face to face. Feng Xingyun could see Liu Duan and her thick, curled eyelashes fluttering with each blink.
He said, "This afternoon was my fault; I shouldn't have said those things."
"And my tone wasn't good either, I apologize to you."
"Can you forgive me?"
If Feng Xingyun's sincere apology were seen by his parents, they would probably suspect that he had been possessed. He'd always been stubborn as a mule, impervious to both soft and hard approaches. He wouldn't listen to reason, and if you tried to be forceful, he wouldn't budge; if you hit him, he'd back down—extremely difficult to deal with. He felt he was right; even when his father broke the belt, Feng Xingyun stubbornly refused to change his tune, just like his mother.
What he said today was probably the first time in his life that he had spoken so softly, even though Feng Xingyun was unaware of this; he was simply speaking according to his inner feelings.
When the potential negative impact on him is extremely low, Liu Duanhe is very easy to talk to; he only needs to see the attitude.
So he genuinely showed a satisfied smile. He touched Feng Xingyun's short stubble, and when he pressed down, he felt a hard, upward resistance, just like Feng Xingyun himself, as stubborn as a wolf cub. "Okay, I forgive you."
"But it's best if there doesn't happen again, you know?"
Liu Duanhe casually stroked his warm cheek as a reward, but his smile concealed his indifference.
Knowing that her boyfriend immediately reflected on his mistakes and repented, Liu Duanhe should certainly be encouraged. But no matter how much more encouragement she receives, she still can't overcome her psychological barriers.
It was just two ordinary actions, but when performed by Liu Duanhe, it seemed incredible.
Feng Xingyun's gaze deepened, but Liu Duanhe stopped looking at him. After making these two movements, he seemed to have overcome a little obstacle, lowered his head, raised his hand, and glanced at the time on his watch.
He grabbed Feng Xingyun's arm, who was still standing there, and walked towards the sports stadium. "Let's go in quickly, aren't we running out of time?"
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