Chapter 83: See, This Is Just Like A Late-night Romance Drama
Source: http://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=5896087
This translation was originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com please read it there. and check out other stories too.
The morning sunlight slanted in through the car window, spreading its fresh and pure glow across Wei Qingyu’s cold profile.
Like the most beautiful tumi flower blooming in the bush, a speckled snake coiled upward, its tongue flicking.
You couldn't tell if it was the snake that made the flower seem so pure, or the flower that made the snake look so dangerous, yet your eyes were still bewitched by such charm.
Wei Qingyu looked at Ji Xiao. Her calm eyes were like the pool that nourished this flower.
She had already decided to do this.
From the moment Chen Linji left Qi Qi’s funeral, or when Ji Xiao refused her at the room’s doorway.
She was only a person in the book. She couldn't understand why Qi Qi, at the time of death, entrusted her to Ji Xiao, yet Ji Xiao turned around and rejected her.
She always felt that something must've happened, that was why Ji Xiao acted so abnormally toward her.
Since she had already noticed, then she would find it out.
Since she couldn't give up, then she would chase.
"So you decide whether to walk to school or ride to school."
Wei Qingyu said this as she let go of Ji Xiao’s hand, giving her the choice.
Ji Xiao’s hand hung in mid-air on the door button. The cicadas outside sounded like her tangled, burning heart.
After a while, she finally pulled back her hand that never came down, and ordered the driver, "Drive."
The view outside moved slowly back, joining into a green sea in Ji Xiao’s eyes, with Wei Qingyu’s profile flashing in and out of it.
She never thought she and Wei Qingyu would face such a moment, and she didn’t know if she should be glad or anxious.
Death was too heavy. It made her not dare to test the rules of this world, and not dare to let others change the story without knowing.
Especially when that person was the one she liked.
Ji Xiao’s eyes were unfocused as she looked at the scene outside the window, and once more she said, "Wei Qingyu, I still say the same thing, you shouldn’t like me."
Wei Qingyu blinked lightly, turned her head toward Ji Xiao, and said, "But you still haven’t answered my question."
Upon hearing this, Ji Xiao pursed her lips and said nothing.
She knew what Wei Qingyu’s question was, and the answer to that question was now locked in her figure cabinet.
Put away on the shelf, never to be given out again.
The car went back to silence. Wei Qingyu looked at Ji Xiao’s turned-away eyes, her gaze was extremely calm.
Even though Ji Xiao was cold to her.
She still couldn’t bring herself to speak harshly to her.
That was enough.
….
The placement exam at the start of school ended quickly in the endless sound of cicadas.
Sitting in the first seat of the third exam room, Ji Xiao, against everyone’s expectations, didn’t perform well.
She blamed her poor performance on that cicada queen that she didn’t know was still alive or not, and missed the experimental class by one rank, ending up in the parallel class with Fang Yiming.
Under the blue sky sat the quiet campus. In the first class that afternoon, even the pigeons above were still lazy, flapping their wings and landing on a nearby apartment building.
"Hey, alright Yiming, pass yours to me."
"Okay, then you better catch it, Sister Xiao."
Voices broke the silence in the northwest corner of campus. A girl in a sports uniform skirt sat neatly on the wall, stretching her arm to barely take the milk tea passed from the other side.
The parallel class was much more relaxed than the experimental class. After being well-behaved for a day in the new class, Ji Xiao, under Fang Yiming’s push, climbed over the wall with her to sneak out for milk tea.
"Man, these two really take effort." Fang Yiming complained as she climbed up the wall smoothly and sat on it with Ji Xiao.
"Yeah…" Ji Xiao sighed as she spoke, and her mood sank again.
She looked at the familiar street shaded by trees behind her, and felt like the next second Qi Qi would run over, shouting loud for her to help her up.
Now her scarred hand had fully healed, but it could never hold Qi Qi’s arm to help her climb again.
"Do you still remember Qi Qi was the worst at climbing walls out of the three of us?" Ji Xiao gave a bitter smile. "The last time I climbed a wall with Qi Qi, she stepped off this table and fell down."
"Actually back then I should’ve noticed. You say Sister Qi spent every winter and summer break in the hospital. Shouldn’t we have noticed long ago…"
Fang Yiming knew Ji Xiao was starting to fall into self-blame again. She quickly shook her head. "No way. It was Sister Qi who hid it so well. I think Sister Qi just didn’t want us to treat her differently, that’s why she did it. Sister Xiao, don’t think too much."
As she spoke, she tried to distract Ji Xiao with a new topic. "Hey, right, when I bought milk tea just now I even heard gossip from the experimental class. You know what, they say an S-rank Alpha transferred to our grade. He didn’t even take the placement exam like us, and went straight into the experimental class. It’s really strange. We’re already in senior year, why would he transfer now?"
"Who knows."
Ji Xiao didn’t really listen to Fang Yiming’s words. She just thought it was another back-door privilege and didn’t find it strange. She tossed out a sentence, then pushed off with her arm, ready to jump down the wall back into school.
"I also heard his name is… Ji Nanfeng."
When Fang Yiming said this, Ji Xiao was instantly distracted just as she jumped down.
With a “thud,” she stepped on the same table where Qi Qi once slipped, and fell straight to the ground.
The sunlight slanted into Ji Xiao’s lowered eyes. Inside flashed a trace of delayed, bitter mocking smile.
So it was him…
See, isn’t it ridiculous?
Back then she even broke an arm to stop this from happening. The scar could still be seen if you looked closely.
But he still came.
"Ow, my Sister Xiao, are you alright?" Fang Yiming quickly jumped down too and rushed to help Ji Xiao, speaking nervously, "You don’t have some illness too, do you?"
"No." Ji Xiao shook her head and stood up with Fang Yiming’s support.
But the moment she stood, sharp pain shot from her unprotected ankle, making her frown.
"Did you sprain it?" Fang Yiming held Ji Xiao and spat at the table. "This damn table is such bad luck, someday I’ll smash it to pieces."
Ji Xiao waved her hand at her words and signaled, "Enough, don’t curse. First take me to the convenience store over there to buy a bottle of swelling and pain relief spray."
"Okay, okay, let’s go." Fang Yiming nodded again and again, helping Ji Xiao limp toward the store.
After walking a bit, Ji Xiao seemed to recall something. She turned to Fang Yiming and said, "Also, Yiming, his name’s not Ji Nanfeng. His surname is Jin. Don’t make it sound like he’s my kin with the same surname."
Fang Yiming stared at Ji Xiao’s unusually cold face, confused. "Sister Xiao, are you familiar with that Nanfeng? Why are you showing such hostility to him right away?"
"I wouldn’t say we’re familiar, I just know him." Ji Xiao looked at the students of all kinds on the distant playground, her voice cold and harsh. "A person like him, I don’t dare reach for."
As her words fell, the class bell rang right on time, startling a flock of sparrows.
From the nearby teaching building, students streamed out, and the noise instantly scattered the coldness in Ji Xiao’s voice.
Limping, Ji Xiao was supported by Fang Yiming to the All-Purpose Convenience Store, where two girls came out, chatting and laughing.
"Who are you buying that for?" the short-haired girl asked curiously.
"Of course for Jin Nanfeng." The long-haired girl held the swelling and pain relief cream, smiling. "Don’t you know? He sprained his ankle playing basketball in P.E., I’m taking it to him."
The short-haired girl pouted at this. "You didn’t hear? He sprained it saving Wei Qingyu from getting hit by the ball. You’ve got no chance."
The long-haired girl lifted her head and argued. "But he just transferred. How could he be close to Wei Qingyu so fast?"
"Of course it’s possible." The short-haired girl said this while knocking the other’s head. "The two of them, an S-rank Alpha and an S-rank Omega, their pheromone compatibility must be high…"
Before she could finish, she looked up and met Ji Xiao’s gloomy eyes.
Her chest tightened like she couldn’t breathe. She tugged at the long-haired girl beside her. "Hey hey, let’s go."
“Oh oh oh oh……” The long-haired girl also felt a bit scared, quickly nodding her head, and ran off with the short-haired girl like smoke.
Fang Yiming looked at the two fleeing backs, feeling angry, “Sister Xiao, listen to what they’re saying! How could Wei Qingyu be together with that Nanfeng?!”
Ji Xiao only chuckled, commenting, “Look, this is just like a late-night romance drama.”
Source: http://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=5896087
This translation was originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com please read it there. and check out other stories too.
Scenes she had once pictured in her mind when reading the novel surged up in Ji Xiao’s head one by one.
But the joy of that time had all turned into today’s equal pain, so much that she could not even feel the faint pain from her ankle.
After saying that, Ji Xiao acted like nothing happened and walked into the convenience store, going to the over-the-counter medicine shelf on one side.
A bottle of swelling relief spray, its package yellowed from the sun, stood alone behind the sign “Yunnan Baiyao Swelling and Pain Relief Spray.”
Ji Xiao picked up this bottle and asked the cashier beside, “Boss, is this the only one?”
The convenience store boss looked at what Ji Xiao was holding, nodded, “Yeah, just this one. If you came later there wouldn’t even be this bottle left.”
Saying so, joy of profit appeared on the boss’s face, sighing, “Hah, really strange, this afternoon several little girls all came to buy this medicine, almost sold out this thing. Looks like tomorrow I need to stock more.”
Ji Xiao looked at the small spray in her hand, of course she knew the reason.
She lifted her head and lightly reminded the boss, “Boss, you better not stock too much, this thing is only in demand today…”
As she was speaking, a girl walked in from the doorway bathed in afternoon sunlight.
The breeze lightly lifted her skirt, and a pair of straight slender legs neatly crossed the threshold.
The convenience store was dim, and the backlight made it hard to see the girl’s features, only outlining her slim and cool figure in a blur.
Even through the rows of shelves, Ji Xiao could recognize her at a glance.
Wei Qingyu.
“Boss, do you have swelling and pain relief spray here?” Wei Qingyu did not notice Ji Xiao standing in the store. She walked up to the counter and softly asked, her voice still carrying the breath from walking fast.
The boss raised his brow with interest, stretched out his hand and pointed to the non-prescription shelf, “There, only the one in that student’s hand.”
Hearing that, Wei Qingyu followed his gesture and looked to the side shelf. Her calm eyes instantly shook with unsteady ripples.
Under the dim light, a long bundle of pretty hair was tied high on the girl’s head, its black gloss spilling down like a waterfall.
Ji Xiao was holding the spray in her hand, looking at her with an indifferent face.
The boss looked at the two and suggested, “How about you discuss it?”
Ji Xiao rolled the medicine bottle once in her hand. She guessed that Wei Qingyu must have also come to buy it for Jin Nanfeng.
Since it was like this, she should take the chance to pull Wei Qingyu back.
So in front of Wei Qingyu, Ji Xiao acted as if nothing was wrong, holding on to Fang Yiming’s hand, walking steadily toward the counter.
Wei Qingyu saw Ji Xiao reach her hand to the side. The white little bottle that had been in her hand was placed in front of her.
Then the girl’s cold voice sounded by her ear, plain and thin, like a machine without feelings: “Send it to Jin Nanfeng.”
After that, Ji Xiao didn’t wait for Wei Qingyu to speak. She pointed at the ice cream in the cold cabinet. “Boss, give me a popsicle.”
