Chapter – 55
Jiang Jian didn’t dare to hand in the last classical Chinese copy anymore, and he ended up handing in Luo Shuxin’s work along with his own to Xia Yiming.
Xia Yiming was the Chinese class monitor, and she was a girl who understood manners—sending her to the teacher’s office was the best choice.
Jiang Jian originally suspected that he would develop a psychological shadow over the teacher’s office for a long time, but the first thing to give him a mental shadow wasn’t the teacher’s office—it was the kiss itself.
That afternoon, while napping, Jiang Jian had a dream. In the dream, he first saw someone kissing from a distance, like seeing flowers through the fog.
He felt flustered and embarrassed and wanted to leave quickly. But somehow in the dream, in the next moment, he became one of the participants in the kiss.
Their lips met and rubbed against each other. At first, it was extremely innocent, but then their mouths opened and closed. The other person sucked on his lips, lightly biting them.
Jiang Jian’s breathing became rapid. He wanted to push the other person away, but perhaps because it was a dream, his hands and feet were weak, powerless. The more he tried to resist, the more intense the other person’s actions became.
At that moment, he faintly smelled a familiar scent, light and subtle.
The more he smelled it, the more familiar it became. While his lips and tongue were being “attacked,” he struggled to dig out the source of the scent from the depths of his mind.
Luo Shuxin?
Chapter 27
Jiang Jian’s mind was in turmoil, just as Luo Shuxin called out to him:
“Jiang Jian? …”
Luo Shuxin couldn’t sleep that afternoon, so he gave up napping and decided to do some practice problems. Halfway through, he noticed his deskmate seemed to be having a nightmare—his breathing was uneven.
He shook him twice but couldn’t wake him. Everyone else in the class was asleep, so he had no choice but to lean closer and call out softly while shaking his shoulder.
Jiang Jian woke up, and the first thing he saw was Luo Shuxin’s face.
The dream and reality overlapped, and Jiang Jian instinctively wanted to pull back, forgetting that he was in the classroom, leaning on the desk. When he abruptly moved back, the chair beneath him tipped over unevenly.
That wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was that in the split second he tried to grab something to stabilize himself, he grabbed Luo Shuxin.
Luo Shuxin was pulled off his chair by him, and the two of them fell together.
It was a loud commotion, waking most of the class.
Jiang Jian’s expression twisted in pain as he looked at Luo Shuxin, who had just been dragged down by him.
Jiang Jian: “……”
Luo Shuxin looked at him with utter helplessness.
Jiang Jian: “…Sorry, I had a nightmare.”
Luo Shuxin: “……”
Luo Shuxin: “I guessed it. Dreaming about what?”
Luo Shuxin asked casually. As Jiang Jian was about to wake up, he seemed to hear Jiang Jian calling his name in the dream.
Thinking of the dream, Jiang Jian contorted his face, tilted his head to one side, put his palm outward in a dramatic gesture, and said mournfully, “Do not ask.”
All because he had been reckless and knocked on the door! What a punishment!
Jiang Jian got up from the floor and helped Luo Shuxin up, then apologized to the classmates who had been awakened.
The classroom was quietly noisy for a while. Looking at the clock on the back wall, they realized there were still ten minutes left to nap, so most of them quickly went back to sleep.
It was then that Jiang Jian noticed a few drops of red on the floor.
Looking closer, he saw that when the chair tipped over, its leg had scratched Luo Shuxin’s leg. His school uniform pants were torn, leaving a fairly large cut that was bleeding.
Luo Shuxin didn’t seem to react much. He wiped his leg with a tissue, but new blood kept oozing out. He frowned slightly at the wound—if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was obsessed with cleanliness.
After frowning, he lifted his eyes. Jiang Jian stared straight at him, his face not looking very good.
Luo Shuxin: “Are you fainting at the sight of blood?”
Jiang Jian: “……”
He thought to himself: I’m not fainting! How can you be so calm with such a big cut?!
Guilt for hurting someone, plus shock at Luo Shuxin’s calmness, overwhelmed him.
Luo Shuxin seemed so indifferent, as if this kind of scene was routine.
Jiang Jian’s mind raced, then he lifted Luo Shuxin’s pant leg, took the tissue from him, and pressed several layers on the wound.
Then he made Luo Shuxin hold it himself.
Luo Shuxin: “……”
Jiang Jian: “Wait a moment. I’ll go to the school clinic to get a bandage and disinfectant.”
Before Luo Shuxin could refuse, Jiang Jian had already dashed out.
On the way, his mind raced with thoughts he hadn’t considered before—for instance, the scar on Luo Shuxin’s lower back.
By the time Jiang Jian returned, he was panting, hot all over, with sweat beading his temples.
The wound had soaked the tissue red, so he carefully removed it, cleaned it with hydrogen peroxide, disinfected it with iodine, and wrapped it with a bandage. He then muttered to himself, asking if the wound needed stitches.
Luo Shuxin: “……”
After Jiang Jian muttered to himself, he looked up and met Luo Shuxin’s gaze.
The look roughly said: Look at you, so inexperienced.
Normally, Jiang Jian would have bristled at this look, but at this moment, he thought: Is it me overreacting, or are you just used to this?
Their eyes met.
Jiang Jian didn’t hide his expression. He was the first to look away. “We still need to get a tetanus shot. The clinic has it. Let’s go there later.”
Luo Shuxin: “No need.”
He wiped the blood on the floor, wrapped the bloody tissues in scrap paper, and then threw them in the trash.
