Chapter – 75
Jiang Jian suddenly felt that Luo Shuxin was sharing his past sadness.
It was different from Aunt Zhou and Dai Zifei’s pity as outsiders. Luo Shuxin stood beside him in a position that Jiang Jian himself hadn’t clearly defined yet. He stood with him, looked at him, and quietly kept him company.
Maybe… perhaps… it was close to the position Jiang Zhiyuan should have taken — someone who was completely “one of us.”
Jiang Jian said, “The room you pushed open before was my mom’s. It looks very clean, but actually, except for Aunt Zhou, no one has gone in for a long time. In the year the accident happened, some things that strongly reminded me of my mom and might have triggered me were all put into that room…”
As he spoke, Jiang Jian suddenly laughed.
“You’d better have the kind of drunk problem where you forget everything after!”
Luo Shuxin replied, “I don’t have that kind of problem.”
Jiang Jian deliberately stared at Luo Shuxin’s neck, as if he were thinking about the quickest way to silence him.
There was a small mole on Luo Shuxin’s neck. Jiang Jian had known that for a long time.
But now, when he looked at that mole, he became distracted for a moment. He wondered whether the bite he gave Luo Shuxin at the barbecue stall earlier had landed on that exact spot.
The more he thought about it, the more his teeth felt itchy.
It was like he wanted to bite him again.
This perverted thought shocked Jiang Jian first, then he quickly shook it away. He even seriously wondered whether sitting beside Luo Shuxin for a while had made him drunk too, filling his head with messy thoughts.
“Can I hug you?” Luo Shuxin suddenly asked.
“Huh?” Jiang Jian looked back at his face.
Luo Shuxin’s expression was still calm. He said, “Can I hug you?” but Jiang Jian somehow felt that what he really meant was, “Do you need me to hug you?”
“Get lost,” Jiang Jian waved his hand, half joking. “That time has already passed. You’re too late!”
If he had come two years earlier, maybe Jiang Jian would have thrown himself into Luo Shuxin’s arms now, crying while telling him stories about his mom.
Jiang Jian stood up to leave. “Take it easy with the exercises. Don’t do too many. I’m not that hardworking. If Kang Kang catches you doing homework for me again, we’re both dead!”
Luo Shuxin answered with a soft “Mm,” but he reached out and grabbed the corner of Jiang Jian’s shirt.
Jiang Jian: “?”
He looked at the hand holding his shirt, then at Luo Shuxin’s calm, expressionless face.
“Anything else?” Jiang Jian asked.
Luo Shuxin didn’t speak, but he didn’t let go either.
Jiang Jian thought for a moment. “Scared?”
Luo Shuxin thought about it, then with great reluctance and a serious face, he gave a low, unwilling “Mm.”
He wanted Jiang Jian to stay, but he couldn’t think of a reasonable excuse.
Jiang Jian, however, was delighted by that single “Mm.”
Look at that — he’s not so amazing after all!
Scared? Hahaha!
Originally, Jiang Jian had already given up on teasing drunk Luo Shuxin. Luo Shuxin was steady even when drunk, and earlier he had even mentioned something about the cup.
But unexpectedly, the situation turned around. Luo Shuxin had delivered himself right back to him.
Jiang Jian sat down again, grinning. “Really scared?”
Luo Shuxin chose silence between saying “Mm” again and changing the topic to tease him back.
Jiang Jian turned on his camera and pointed it at him. “Come on, say it again. Say it again and I’ll stay.”
Facing the camera, Luo Shuxin said, “Let me remind you, I don’t forget things when I’m drunk.”
Was Jiang Jian really not afraid of him holding a grudge later for creating this black history?
“Say it again, just once!”
On camera, Luo Shuxin looked annoyed but a little helpless.
Jiang Jian kept filming happily, but Luo Shuxin stopped playing along and went back to doing exercises.
Jiang Jian didn’t leave afterward. He curled up on the chair beside the desk and started a game.
When Luo Shuxin finished his exercises, Jiang Jian had just finished a round. It was already late, and the two of them climbed onto the bed together — because Luo Shuxin was “scared,” Jiang Jian didn’t leave.
Jiang Jian made the drunk Luo Shuxin sleep on the inner side.
Luo Shuxin slept very properly, even when drunk.
But Jiang Jian kept turning over and over like a pancake. No matter how he moved, he couldn’t fall asleep. In the end, he took out his phone to pass the time. He browsed through several apps, then opened WeChat to see if there were any messages worth replying to.
In the “Peace Guardians” group chat, Jiang Jian saw a few girls sending meme stickers back and forth. Since he was bored anyway, he scrolled up to see what they had been talking about when he wasn’t there.
After scrolling for five or six minutes, Jiang Jian slowly realized something.
This might not be just a sticker battle.
This might be them trying to cover up something they shouldn’t have sent.
Curious, he scrolled up faster.
At the top, it was a chat record between Xia Yiming and a girl. Yin Ying also appeared in the conversation. The three of them talked about the weather, milk tea, and Du Li’an.
Jiang Jian scrolled further up and finally found the source of trouble.
It was a link.
Sent by Xia Yiming.
About five minutes after sending it, Xia Yiming started crying in the group chat, saying he had sent it to the wrong person.
Two minutes had already passed — it couldn’t be withdrawn anymore.
Then another girl appeared and exchanged a few secret signals with Xia Yiming. After that, they started chatting casually and spamming stickers to cover it up.
Jiang Jian clicked the link.
It wasn’t anything special — just a novel written in first person.
After reading a few lines, Jiang Jian could tell from the writing style that it was Xia Yiming’s work.
In student days, girls who liked reading novels often wrote a few themselves. These kinds of things usually became black history later.
Since he couldn’t sleep anyway, Jiang Jian continued reading with the attitude of watching for fun.
As he kept reading, something felt off.
After the first three sections, when he reached the fourth, the junior disciple who had suddenly appeared and whom Jiang Jian thought was just an obstacle in the protagonist’s growth finally had a name.
The surname was Luo.
And the given name sounded almost the same as Luo Shuxin’s — same pronunciation, different characters.
