Chapter 12 Under the Same Bed “I feel like after so many years,…
"Why aren't you wearing clothes?!" Yu Xiang stared blankly for several seconds before hastily looking away, his ears honestly red.
Jiang Ci shook his head helplessly, and walked towards the bed while saying calmly: "This is my home, my room, and you are not a girl."
Yu Xiang argued, "Even if you're not a girl, you should at least pay attention to your image. I'm a customer after all!"
"You look so energetic. It seems you've recovered a lot." Jiang Ci had already walked in front of him while speaking. The fresh and cool air from the shower rushed towards him. "Get up. You're sitting on my pajamas."
"What pajamas?" Yu Xiang moved away in confusion, and sure enough, he saw a pure white cotton short-sleeved shirt where he had been sitting: "..."
When he sat down just now, he was so focused on looking at his phone that he didn't notice he was sitting on his clothes.
And the poor short-sleeved T-shirt that was said to be Jiang Ci's pajamas was now wrinkled by his butt.
"Why don't you change into something else..." Yu Xiang glanced at the clothes and said tentatively, "You shouldn't just wear this one, right?"
"The other one was just washed and isn't dry yet, so let's take this one." Jiang Ci didn't seem to mind it much. He picked up the clothes, shook them, and put them on in no time.
"You're such a weirdo! You even took your phone with you to the shower without even bringing your pajamas." Yu Xiang tilted his head and complained from the bottom of his heart, "You're such a weirdo."
"Thanks."
Yu Xiang looked at him with a shocked expression, as if to say, "Are you sick?" "Why are you thanking me? I'm not praising you."
"There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. I can also think that 'weird' is a compliment to me." Jiang Ci explained calmly, "Show me your face."
"Problem." Yu Xiang muttered in disgust, but he still took the towel and turned his face to let Jiang Ci see more clearly, "Help me check if there is any damage."
"Um."
Hearing this "hmm", Yu Xiang's heart sank: "No way? Is he really disfigured?"
Not really?
"Yeah. Most of the red marks have faded."
Yu Xiang frowned: "...could you please stop panting when you speak?"
It's scary, you know?
"You don't have the patience to listen to me." Jiang Ci walked to the bedside table, bent down and took out a black hair dryer from the drawer, "Go take a shower."
"Oh." Yu Xiang stood up and asked, "Where should I put the towel?"
"Just hang it anywhere."
"good."
Yu Xiang casually put his phone on the bed, took his pajamas and went to take a shower.
When he came out again, Jiang Ci had already finished drying his hair and was standing by the bed waiting for him.
"What are you doing here?" Yu Xiang approached with suspicion. Only then did he see Jiang Ci holding a small white jar with a string of incomprehensible English words on it. It looked like some kind of skin care product. "What is this?"
"My mom's face cream."
Yu Xiang was even more confused: "Why did you grab your mother's face cream?"
"Sit down." Jiang Ci ordered him confidently.
Before Yu Xiang could react, his body had already taken action before his brain and he sat down obediently on the edge of the bed.
Then he saw Jiang Ci's index finger, which was covered with a small amount of white paste, moving straight towards his face. It felt cool and a little sticky when it touched his skin.
"Wait a minute, I'll do it myself!" Yu Xiang came to his senses, leaned back, and avoided Jiang Ci's fingers.
Jiang Ci glanced at him and asked, "Can you see it yourself?"
Yu Xiang said stubbornly: "I can go by my feeling."
Jiang Ci: "Your feeling is not as accurate as mine. This cream is very expensive. She will be sad if it is wasted."
"But this feels weird..." Yu Xiang wanted to struggle one last time.
"Shut up. Don't move." Jiang Ci raised his tone again, full of intimidation.
Yu Xiang really stopped moving.
"Okay." Jiang Ci stood up and closed the lid of the face cream.
"That's not right. Why did you use this kind of thing for girls on me?" Yu Xiang realized it belatedly and widened his eyes in disbelief.
"My mother would be very happy if she knew that she is still a girl in your eyes. I suggest you go and tell her." Jiang Ci said expressionlessly.
Yu Xiang was speechless for a moment.
Because he couldn't think of the right words to refute, he couldn't help feeling depressed again.
"By the way, Aunt Chen called me when you were taking a shower just now." Jiang Ci said suddenly.
Yu Xiang: "Why did she call you and not me?"
Jiang Ci: "Because you are taking a shower."
Yu Xiang's mouth twitched. "...Okay. What did she say?"
"I asked about your situation and asked me to chat with you. I told you not to be late for school tomorrow and to make sure you attend class well." Jiang Ci paused for a moment, "and also asked you not to call back and disturb her sleep."
Yu Xiang, who was about to return the call, said: "..." This is really unique.
"besides--"
"What else?" Yu Xiang was already thinking about the lawsuit.
Jiang Ci continued slowly: "Are you really not going to do your math homework?"
"Speaking of which, I'm curious too." Yu Xiang said unhappily, "How did you know I didn't write it?"
"I have eyes, I can see." Jiang Ci put the hair dryer in Yu Xiang's hand and said, "After you blow dry your hair, go and finish writing."
"You are such a heartless person. I was in such a bad mood and yet you still insisted on asking me to do my homework."
"Since you're so enthusiastic about arguing with me, I guess it shouldn't be a problem for you to just do your homework."
“…I didn’t bring my math book back.”
"I brought it."
"I didn't..."
Jiang Ci accurately predicted: "I also have homework paper and pens."
Yu Xiang: “…” Now that things have come to this, I can only use my ultimate move.
"I don't know how to do it. I don't have any idea. I'd better go to school tomorrow to make up for it." Yu Xiang used his trump card. "If you ask me to do something now, I can't figure it out even if I spend the whole night."
Jiang Ci folded his arms and looked down at him: "It's okay, I can teach you."
Yu Xiangsheng looked at Jiang Ci's confident face with a look of despair: "If you can't do it, why should I not do it?" and said: "Oh."
Ten minutes later.
Yu Xiang probably never dreamed that one day he would stay up late at night in Jiang Ci's bedroom, studying math problems by lamplight.
"This is a combination of a quadratic function and a linear function. If you draw the graph, you can easily tell the range." There was only one chair, so Jiang Ci gave it to Yu Xiang and stood beside him to give instructions.
Yu Xiang held the black pen Jiang Ci used most often in his hand. The tip of the pen hesitated for a long time above the draft paper, unable to put pen to paper. Finally, he admitted bluntly, "I can't draw."
"Stupid. You can just plug in a few random values and figure out its shape."
"Do you usually make personal attacks on others when teaching them?"
"No." Jiang Ci replied without hesitation, "I don't usually teach others like this."
"Well."
Under Jiang Ci's careful guidance, those questions didn't take too much time, and it was not past midnight when they were finished.
"Is it convenient to sleep on the floor in your room?" When Yu Xiang saw Jiang Ci's bed, he couldn't help but recall the embarrassing situation a few years ago. After thinking about it, he still decided to avoid it if possible.
After all, they were both still children back then, but now they are both about to become adults. If it were like that again...
The scene is so explosive just by imagining it.
"If it's inconvenient, just sleep on the bed." Jiang Ci answered him without much hesitation.
"Aren't you afraid that it will be like last time?" The old things were brought up again, and Yu Xiang used up all his courage to say these words.
Jiang Ci raised his eyes and glanced at Yu Xiang: "I think after so many years, your sleeping posture should have improved."
Yu Xiang glanced away silently: "Should, maybe, possibly..." No.
He didn't know where Jiang Ci got the confidence to think that his sleeping posture would improve, because he himself didn't have that confidence.
In a sense, it is also a kind of self-knowledge.
"Aren't you going to lie down yet? I'm going to turn off the lights." Jiang Ci urged.
"Here I come." Yu Xiang had no other choice but to move over reluctantly, get into the quilt, and lie on his side with his face facing outwards, with the distance between him and Jiang Ci so large that two more of them could lie in between.
He waited for a long time, but the light above his head didn't go out. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you turn off the light?"
Jiang Ci asked back, "Why do you want to sleep in such a marginal place?"
Yu Xiang: "Isn't this just to prevent any problems? It's also for your own good."
"If you really want to do this for my own good, then sleep in the middle." Jiang Ci lowered his head, his eyes falling on the large hole that appeared because the two people in the same bed were too far apart. "Otherwise, we might both catch a cold tomorrow morning."
Yu Xiang was speechless: "..." After saying this, he felt a chill down his spine.
The weather is changeable now, and the temperature difference between day and night has been large in the past two days. You can sweat during the day, but you can easily catch a cold at night if you are not careful.
After some mental struggle, Yu Xiang moved towards the center little by little.
Jiang Ci then turned off the lights.
The next day.
As a dedicated and professional principal, Xie Wenhui caught the late students at the school gate as usual today.
"Yu! Xiang!" He had just finished scolding a few first-year high school students for being late, but when he turned around, he saw a familiar face. His brows immediately raised, and he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and was about to start cursing, "You're late again—Jiang, Jiang Ci?"
Before he could finish his curse, he suddenly found that there was someone behind Yu Xiang. Upon closer inspection, he found that the person was Jiang Ci, the school's famous model student. He almost dropped his jaw in shock and swallowed back the curse in his stomach.
When Yu Xiang saw that Xie Wenhui's anger had subsided a lot after seeing Jiang Ci, he moved behind Jiang Ci without hesitation.
The intention is obvious: scold him first if you want to scold someone.
Xie Wenhui: “…” You little bastard.
School leaders and teachers like him have always had a special liking for good students like Jiang Ci and have a high tolerance. He certainly couldn't bring himself to scold him, but it didn't seem appropriate to scold only Yu Xiang.
"Jiang Ci, why are you late today?" Xie Wenhui asked Jiang Ci in a gentle voice with a kind look.
Jiang Ci met his gaze calmly: "I overslept."
Xie Wenhui: "I see. Are you under too much pressure from studying recently? You should pay more attention to rest. It's okay to be late occasionally."
Yu Xiang popped his head out from behind Jiang Ci, looking a little aggrieved: "Don't need to remember my name? Don't need to write a self-criticism?"
Xie Wenhui's face was tense, as if he was suppressing something, and every word he said seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "No need."
"Thank you, Director. Can I go now?" Jiang Ci said politely to Xie Wenhui.
"Yes, of course." Xie Wenhui replied immediately.
Jiang Ci started walking, and Yu Xiang wanted to follow him.
"Yu Xiang, stop right there. Did I allow you to leave?" Xie Wenhui called out to him with his eyelids twitching.
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