Chapter 64: Claiming Sovereignty "I am your rival in love."
Yu Xiang turned his face away unnaturally: "It must be some kind of cold-blooded animal."
Jiang Yuting's face lit up with agreement when she heard this: "Right, right, right! I think so too. He's a cold-blooded animal, like a snake or something, cold-blooded and terrifying."
Yu Xiang turned his head back: "......?"
Don't agree with me blindly. I didn't say it looked like a snake!
He wanted to say something to save the situation, but he saw Jiang Ci, who was sitting on the other side, suddenly stood up and walked in front of Yu Xiang.
Yu Xiang licked the ice cream without knowing why, then looked up at him in confusion.
They only bought two ice creams, one for him and one for Jiang Yuting. Jiang Ci said he didn't want to eat them so he didn't buy any.
And now Jiang Ci looked down at him, and he couldn't tell for a moment whether he had thoughts about him or about the ice cream in his hand.
Jiang Yuting was also confused and looked over here nervously, not even noticing that the ice cream had flowed onto her hands.
Just when Yu Xiang wanted to ask, "Do you regret it and want to eat it?", Jiang Ci raised his hands and held Yu Xiang's face with both hands.
Yu Xiang opened his eyes wide and looked at him in astonishment: "Why did you suddenly touch my face?!"
"What does it feel like?"
"What feeling? Are you sick?" Yu Xiang had a question mark on his forehead.
Jiang Ci said nothing, and kneaded it even harder like dough.
"Hey, hey! Don't push your luck!"
"Is it cold or hot?"
Yu Xiang answered subconsciously: "It's warm."
"The surface of the skin of cold-blooded animals is cool."
The implication was so obvious that Yu Xiang could only be angry but not say a word: "..."
Jiang Yuting next to her had her pupils dizzy. She stood there motionless like a wooden chicken, her eyes fixed on Jiang Ci's hand holding Yu Xiang's cheek.
It looks good and she wants to touch it too! Damn cousin!
"Don't look at it, the ice cream will fall." Jiang Ci glanced at her calmly and reminded her.
Jiang Yuting suddenly came to her senses and discovered with grief and anger that the melted ice cream not only flowed onto her hand, but also dripped a few drops onto her clothes. "Ah! My clothes! Did anyone bring any toilet paper?"
Jiang Ci withdrew his hand, took out a pack of tissues from the side of his schoolbag and handed it to her: "Use it to wipe it."
"Oh, thank you." She still understood the principle of being grateful to the person who helped her.
After the little episode just now, Jiang Yuting didn't dare to make small talk the rest of the way, for fear that Jiang Ci would use "practical proof" again to persecute Yu Xiang.
They should have separated from Yu Xiang at the doorstep, but as soon as they arrived nearby, they saw Luo Fang waiting at the door. She said she had baked some cakes and asked Yu Xiang to come over and have some.
So the three of them sat together in the living room of the Jiang family, staring at each other, waiting for Luo Fang to bring the cake. After eating the cake, Luo Fang suggested that they stay at home for dinner.
Of course Yu Xiang felt embarrassed to eat both the cake and the meal for free, so he immediately found an excuse and slipped away, leaving Jiang Ci and Jiang Yuting, the cousins, staring at each other helplessly.
Jiang Yuting's mother arrived sooner than expected, just in time for dinner, so it was natural for her to stay and have dinner together.
Before leaving, her mother was still talking to Luo Fang and Jiang Yi about Mr. Jiang's illness. She asked Jiang Yuting to wait at the door first, and Jiang Ci offered to take her out.
In Jiang Yuting's view, this action was no different from a weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken. However, since the parents of both sides were right next to her, she didn't dare to say anything.
As expected, when Jiang Ci walked to the door with her, he said to her calmly, "Jiang Yuting, don't get so close to him in the future."
She knew exactly who this 'he' was, so she wasn't convinced: "Why?"
"Because," Jiang Ci stepped forward and said in a low voice, "He is mine."
"Huh?" Jiang Yuting's pupils dilated in shock. "You, you, you...!"
The expression on her face was wonderful, and then it became greener and greener. After a long while, she finally managed to say: "Please explain clearly, what do you mean?"
"The meaning is already very clear." Jiang Ci remained as calm as ever, "I am your love rival."
Three minutes later, Luo Fang and the others came out after finishing their chat. As soon as they came out, they could sense that something was not right between the two children.
"What's wrong, Yuting? Why did your mouth pout in the blink of an eye?"
"My cousin is childish! No! He is domineering!" Jiang Yuting gritted her teeth in anger and pointed at Jiang Ci and accused him.
Jiang Ci, who was being accused, leaned halfway against the door and replied calmly, "You're already in the first year of high school. You need to be more mature. There are some things you shouldn't be thinking about right now."
"I don't care, I want to compete with you fairly!"
The parents on both sides were completely confused, their eyes flickering back and forth between Jiang Ci and Jiang Yuting. They had no idea what they were talking about, so they could only silently apply the universal formula -
Luo Fang cast a scrutinizing gaze at Jiang Ci: "Xiao Ci, are you bullying me again?"
Jiang Yuting's mother looked at her daughter and said, "Yuting, stop being unreasonable."
"I don't."
"I don't!"
They answered in unison, but with completely different tones.
The three parents looked at each other and exchanged helpless glances.
But what is a bit magical is that since Jiang Yuting unilaterally issued a declaration of "fair competition" to Jiang Ci, her enthusiasm for learning has increased a lot, and she even declared that she would surpass Jiang Ci one day.
It is certainly good to have this ambition, but whether it can be achieved is another matter.
Time quickly came to the end of the year.
After several months of intensive study, the senior high school students have adapted to this state, but some still feel numb.
"Well, comrades, the New Year's Eve party is coming soon. Do you have any ideas?" During a break, the class's arts and cultural committee member stood up on the podium with a notice, cleared his throat and spoke loudly.
"What ideas can you have? You are already in your third year of high school and you still need to be on a show? Shouldn't participation be the important thing?" Lu Ziyang was the first to raise his head.
"Well, it seems our principal felt it was necessary to take this opportunity to let us seniors release some stress, so he selected six classes and asked each to perform an impromptu skit, with a duration of no more than five minutes."
Lu Ziyang hissed, "So you're saying our class was unlucky enough to be picked?"
The cultural committee member raised his hand to wipe the nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead and nodded: "That's right."
As soon as she finished speaking, various complaints were heard from the audience.
"Is this definitely a pressure release rather than an increase?"
"Yeah, we don't have that much time to rehearse. We can't even finish all the questions."
"I'm speechless."
"Well... I don't really understand it, but this is the school's intention. I'm just passing it on." The arts committee member had wanted to politely ask if anyone had volunteered, but judging by the situation, no one was likely willing. They had no choice but to bite the bullet and launch Plan B. "Also, the school emphasizes the importance of arranging time wisely. There's no need for numerous rehearsals; just go with your gut and act. The most important thing is to have fun—so let's stick with the old rules and draw a number?"
"Go ahead and smoke."
"Ah? What's the lottery again?" Yu Xiang, who was drowsy from doing homework, sat up straight when he heard this key word and looked at Jiang Ci with a confused face, "Are you going to ask people to recite English again?!"
"It's an impromptu skit for the New Year's Eve party," Jiang Ci replied. "Did you get PTSD?"
"Kind of..." Yu Xiang muttered, glancing at the blackboard. He gasped when he saw a certain number, "Why do I think I saw my number?"
Jiang Ci followed his words and looked at the blackboard, saying calmly, "You're not mistaken."
"So I won the prize again?" Yu Xiang pointed at himself in disbelief. "After winning the prize at the last sports meet?!"
He still remembers that he drew lots for the men's 1500m and high jump in the sports meet last month, and he almost fainted on the spot.
Of course, in the end he forced Jiang Ci to give up his spot in the 1500m suicide squad, and exchanged his spot with him for the 100m sprint, and achieved a good result.
"Brother Yu, how come you won the prize again?" Fang Chengyu in the front row turned around and asked in confusion.
Zhang Miao also turned around and said, "Brother Yu, why don't you buy a lottery ticket after class? Maybe you can win five million?"
Yu Xiang's eyebrows twitched when he heard this. "If you two keep talking without any pain in your back, I'll go tell the Arts Committee that you're very willing to participate."
Zhang Miao was horrified: "Tonic medicine, Brother Yu, I was wrong——"
"Don't slip, Sanshui! Turn around and look. You've won too." Xu Tianhao laughed unscrupulously beside Zhang Miao. "Hahahaha!!! I'm looking forward to your performance~"
Zhang Miao: "? What the hell, this is unacceptable?"
But soon, Xu Tianhao could no longer laugh - the next number had just been announced on the stage, and it happened to be his seat number.
A few days later, the six unlucky people who were selected began their rehearsal in the open space in front of the flag-raising platform.
"Robbery! Hand over all your homework!" Zhang Miao said to Xu Tianhao in front of him with a nervous look on his face.
"Cah! The line is wrong. What's the 'homework'? It should be 'Hand in all your homework, and then go cook two dishes for me!'" Director Lu Ziyang stopped him immediately and corrected him in a loud voice.
Yu Xiang, who was still waiting in the wings, couldn't bear to watch and looked away, complaining helplessly, "...Who wrote such a crazy script?"
Fang Chengyu's expression was also dull: "...It seems like the last fantasy of a high school student before being driven crazy by homework."
Yu Xiang: “So who wrote it?”
"Who else could it be? Lu Ziyang." Fang Chengyu waved his hand. "After he finished writing, he laughed for a full five minutes before he was willing to hand it over."
"Believe me, five minutes is just the limit between classes, not his," Yu Xiang commented with a twitchy smile, "otherwise he'd be laughing for at least half an hour."
"I think so too - by the way, where is Brother Jiang? Why didn't he come down with you?" Fang Chengyu asked curiously.
"He's been called in for a talk by the Thunder God. I don't know how long it will take."
"Talk? Could it be that he knows about your affairs?" Fang Chengyu suddenly became alert. "No way?"
"Wake up, we are fine." Yu Xiang glanced at him, it should be just a normal conversation.
"That's good." Fang Chengyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As it turned out, Jiang Ci was soon released from the office, and when he arrived at the rehearsal site, it was Yu Xiang's turn to speak his lines.
Yu Xiang plays a cool and aloof academic genius, but according to the hard-to-describe script written by Lu Ziyang, he has to act cool in a rustic way, and also have to make rustic confessions.
So Jiang Ci asked Fang Chengyu the same question as Yu Xiang just now: "Who wrote this script?"
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