0012 Blood Blade (4)
If I hadn't met Li Xiang that day, if I had walked faster or slower, I might never have met him again.
But at that time she didn't think so much. Looking at the calm yet scrutinizing gaze of the person in front of her, Lingling knew that he must have forgotten her.
She gestured wildly to him, "That's the day, at the sports meet, I... fainted..." Suddenly, she remembered something, her face flushed red, and her voice trailed off.
She hadn't ignored Fenfang's warning that day. But her mother had always told her that to truly know someone, you had to rely on your heart and eyes, not your ears. She trusted Fenfang, but she trusted even more that the person in front of her was willing to take her to the hospital without hesitation when she fainted.
He...is not a bad person. She was certain of it.
Chen Yixu looked at He Lingling, who was still lost in thought, and removed the little hand that was resting on his sleeve with some disdain, and continued walking upstairs.
He planned to smoke on the rooftop, one of the few places in the school without security cameras. It wasn't that he was afraid of being punished; he just didn't want that meddlesome teacher to tell his parents everything in detail.
Now, his path was blocked by a chattering little guy who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. He reached into his pocket for a cigarette, feeling a little irritated.
Chen Yixu ignored her and took even bigger steps.
Lingling snapped out of her daze and hurriedly chased after him, saying, "Hey, hey, don't go yet..."
The little paws, oblivious to the danger, grabbed his clothes again. He frowned and turned around, only to be met with a smiling, pretty little face.
"I'll treat you to dinner!" Lingling said hastily, noticing the person's unpleasant expression. Her parents had told her that she should learn to repay kindness after being saved.
Chen Yixu's brows furrowed even deeper; his eyes, though beautiful, held a cold light. Lingling hesitated, feeling a pang of regret. She began to regret her impulsiveness, her tone softening noticeably, "Please..."
Her eyes were wet and unblinking, filled with sincerity and pleading, as well as a hint of fear.
But they did not turn away out of fear.
He was stunned for a moment.
This was the emotion he most often saw in the eyes of those around him. Throughout the school, even among the teachers, very few were not afraid of him. Bad temper, eccentric personality—these were the labels that many teachers and classmates had attached to him.
He didn't care; he genuinely preferred solving problems with his fists. Only when blood was drawn could he silence them for a while. He hoped that when others saw him, they wouldn't look at him with suspicion or distrust, even if fear replaced that emotion.
But the person in front of him showed no sign of leaving.
He disliked the feeling of not having control over his own destiny, so he started walking downstairs. Lingling was forced to back up, her little feet tentatively exploring the way down the stairs. But she still didn't turn back and run away.
When there was nowhere left to retreat, she stumbled and almost fell, but he pulled her into his arms, and the two were very close.
She could hear his heartbeat.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
She heard him speak; it was a declarative sentence.
At this point, it was better to show weakness. Although the veracity of Du Fenfang's words was questionable, she did frequently see the name "Chen Yixu, Class 1, Grade 11" on the school's bulletin board. As for repaying the debt of gratitude, she felt it was safer not to risk her own life.
"I'm scared!" She nodded vigorously in his arms, her big eyes blinking.
She looked up and saw Chen Yixu staring at her. The mole at the corner of his eye was really handsome, and his face kept making her lose herself in thought. Looking at him directly, she noticed some bruises on the corner of his mouth. In fact, he also had a scar on his arm that had just been stitched up, left from a fight with senior high school students over the basketball court.
The wound on his arm was a little itchy. He sneered inwardly, "Liar." He released her.
Lingling's head slammed lightly against the wall behind her, making a "thump" sound.
But he couldn't resist checking out her. He strode downstairs.
Lingling rubbed her head and chased after him with a grin, "The Sichuan-style spicy hot pot at the East Gate!"
She chased after him, grabbed his clothes, and pulled him to the right, shouting, "This way, this way!"
Ever since some gossip king saw the school bully from No. 1 High School having dinner with a girl at the East Gate one night and spread the news widely, almost everyone at No. 1 High School in J City knew overnight that Chen Yixu, whom no one dared to mess with, was in love.
For a moment, the boys felt a brief moment of relief, secretly lamenting that this troublesome guy had finally fallen to the point of being bullied, and that his outrageously handsome face would no longer be able to entangle the class beauties, school beauties, family beauties, and wild beauties. As for the girls, although few dared to approach him directly, who could resist such a stunning face? So, that night, all the female students at J City No. 1 High School experienced heartbreak.
He possessed a certain magic; simply standing there, one could sense his menacing aura—not overt, but rather an inexplicable sense of danger, a feeling that it was best to stay away. And he truly had that presence. Despite wearing the same clothes and doing the same things as them, he seemed out of place, studying in an ordinary setting. People were hesitant to approach him, yet irresistibly drawn to him, wanting to see what lay inside that mysterious box.
So the rumors didn't stop, and they became increasingly outrageous. Some even said that Chen Yi had encountered someone who was better at fighting than herself, and that he was beaten up before he was convinced of her strength.
This offered some consolation to the girls; after all, having their dream lover snatched by a pig is better than a perfect couple flying off together, which might ease their jealousy a little. But the girl in the candid photo posted on the forum looked delicate and frail—not at all like someone who could... knock Chen Yixu over...
In fact, the so-called romance was just because Chen Yixu couldn't get used to oily food, and He Lingling didn't want to waste it, so she ate almost two servings of spicy hot pot and was so full that she couldn't walk. She was then dragged back to her dormitory by a certain school bully.
But their relationship did indeed take a qualitative leap. Or rather, He Lingling unilaterally became attached to the school bully.
For example, she would go over and add a chicken leg for him when he ate, and she would run over to bring him a drink when he played ball. In short, Lingling felt that she should repay his kindness since he saved her, and he was one of the good friends she made after entering high school (someone said this was just her opinion). Most importantly, she found that he was not as scary as everyone said, and she always felt comfortable when she was with him.
She chattered incessantly in his ear, complaining that her math teacher had punished her with extra homework again today just because she failed her monthly exam. How annoying! She just can't learn math!
She used a small twig she'd picked up somewhere to draw circles on the ground, cursing the teacher. He listened quietly while drinking water, his gaze not on her, just sitting there silently.
Lingling turned to look at him, but he didn't turn back. He just stared into the distance. In the distance were soft, fluffy clouds, and beneath them, a boy ran freely. The lines of his profile were incredibly beautiful, and she couldn't help but steal glances at him again and again. When he swallowed water, his Adam's apple bobbed, and Lingling couldn't help but swallow as well, feeling an uncomfortable, uneasy heat rising up from her body.
She turned her head and fanned herself with her little hands, then snatched the water from his hands.
He didn't scold her; he just sat there quietly.
The others who were playing ball with him not far away were already dumbfounded, their jaws dropping in astonishment.
So this is what happens when the eldest gets into a relationship... he becomes so well-behaved...
Sometimes he'd frown because she was too noisy. Or she might do something out of line... for example...
Lingling watched as he finished playing ball and sat down next to her, who had been waiting behind the rack. As he unscrewed the water bottle, she couldn't resist her curiosity and reached out to tug at the hairband on his forehead. A large, still sweaty hand suddenly grasped her delicate little hand.
Lingling was startled by him, her eyes filled with astonishment.
She tried to pull her hand away before he got angry. But she couldn't.
"Um..." she pleaded.
"I'll teach you math."
"Why?"
oh.
She thought he wasn't listening to her. Something blossomed in her heart.
P.S.: The school bully is about to transform into a top student.
My daughter is such a sucker for good looks. It's obvious that you can't bear to leave him because he's good-looking, so why do you keep saying "I feel comfortable with him"? (A mother's mocking tone)
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