“No, no! I’m going to the cafeteria!”
He bolted like smoke.
At the school gate, He Siheng spotted Aunt Huang waiting and called out as he jogged over.
She handed him the lunchboxes. “The black one’s for Young Master Tan, the white one’s for you.”
He Siheng was puzzled. “Aren’t they the same?”
Aunt Huang smiled. “You like spicy, so Young Master specially told me to add extra to yours.”
He Siheng nodded, thinking, This jerk’s pretty thoughtful.
He thanked her and carried the boxes back to class.
During lunch hour, everyone headed to the cafeteria or shop. The classroom was empty except for Tan Jing.
The teen lounged casually in his seat, chin in one hand, eyes down on his book. The window beside him was open; outside, the sky was tile-blue, autumn sun bright, breeze gentle. His soft black hair stirred lightly in the wind—like a still from a youth movie.
He Siheng had once asked Zhou Yu why, when he and Tan Jing were equals in looks and grades, Tan Jing always edged him out in popularity.
Zhou Yu had given a profound answer: aura. People preferred the quiet, aloof type with an air of mystery over chatty, expressive handsome guys—the high mountain flower.
He Siheng had just wanted to sneer. Mysterious? In his eyes, it was pure Bking.
Now, He Siheng’s eyes rolled schemingly, and he smirked maliciously.
Today, he’d make this Bking crack.
He walked over with the boxes and plunked the white one on Tan Jing’s desk. “Here, yours.”
Tan Jing glanced at him, then said, “I’m honored.”
He Siheng blinked. “It’s just fetching lunch—no need to—”
Tan Jing finished slowly, “That you’d eat with me… and look this happy.”
He Siheng: “?”
Tan Jing: “Your mouth’s grinning to your ears.”
He Siheng: “…”
He endured. He’d endure and see how smug this guy got later.
He Siheng sat with a sour face, unscrewing his box while gritting through his teeth, “Yeah, I’m thrilled—to death…”
To death, really—Aunt Huang hadn’t mentioned the fish mint in Tan Jing’s box!
He Siheng hurriedly looked at Tan Jing, who had opened his too. He paused, then picked up a piece of spicy beef and ate it calmly.
After waiting ages, no flushed face from the heat.
He Siheng’s eyes widened. “You can eat spicy?”
He remembered Tan Jing couldn’t handle spice as a kid. Last time they ate noodles, he’d ordered clear broth.
Now Tan Jing said, “I’m not picky about food or flavors.”
…Damn, miscalculated.
He Siheng’s face went green then white.
Tan Jing asked, “What’s wrong?”
He Siheng forced out, “Nothing.”
What to do with this fish mint? Tan Jing could handle spice, but He Siheng couldn’t stomach even a hint—the smell alone made him want to puke.
Seeing his misery—like a mute eating bitter herbs—Tan Jing’s lips twitched imperceptibly. He asked on purpose, “Why aren’t you eating?”
He Siheng was about to make an excuse about no appetite when Tan Jing added, “Aunt Huang’s cooking not to your taste anymore?”
“…”
He Siheng clamped his mouth shut.
This jerk had set him up with moral blackmail?
Aunt Huang had worked hard to cook and deliver it—wasting it would be rude.
After a long silence, He Siheng poked aside the fish mint layer with his chopsticks, picked up a piece of beef beside it, and brought it to his mouth. Even before tasting, the fish mint stench hit.
No way—that evil stuff had marinated the beef.
He Siheng yanked out his water bottle, twisted it open, and chugged.
Glancing at Tan Jing calmly eating his spicy beef, He Siheng cleared his throat awkwardly. “I think I mixed up our lunchboxes.”
“No problem,” Tan Jing said lightly. “I think yours is fine too.”
He Siheng gritted his teeth. “But yours has fish mint!”
Tan Jing seemed not to grasp his main point and responded indifferently with an “Oh? So what?”
He Siheng ground his teeth. “Swap it back with me.”
With that, he reached out to exchange the lunchboxes.
But Tan Jing gripped his lunchbox too and said leisurely, “I’ve already eaten from it. You don’t mind, do you?”
He Siheng gnashed his teeth. “…I don’t mind.”
Tan Jing raised an eyebrow before finally letting go.
After swapping the lunchboxes, He Siheng saw that his didn’t have the fish mint and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
But then Tan Jing suddenly reached over, took the water cup from his desk, and took a slow sip.
He Siheng reminded him irritably, “Hey, that’s my water cup.”
“No problem,” Tan Jing replied as if he were the one making a concession. “I don’t mind you either.”
“…”
Tan Jing had been limping for almost a week, and He Siheng had taken care of him for nearly that long too—helping him up and down stairs, fetching water for him during breaks, and picking up lunch from the school gate at noon, among other things.
He Siheng himself hadn’t noticed how naturally these tasks had started to come to him.
The person involved was oblivious, but the onlookers saw it clearly.
During PE class, while Tan Jing was in the classroom, Zhou Yu poked him discreetly. “Heng Bro, have you heard the story of the frog boiled in warm water?”
He Siheng shot him a sideways glance. “You think my language skills are worse than a elementary schooler’s?”
Zhou Yu shook his head. “I just think you’re like the frog being boiled—the Class Monitor’s training you to be his little sidekick.”
“…Get lost,” He Siheng snapped irritably. “I’m taking care of him out of humanitarianism.”
After all, he was originally supposed to be the anchor leg in the relay race, so Tan Jing’s injury during it was partly his responsibility.
Zhou Yu said, “Last time, didn’t you say it was because he threatened you?”
“Did I?” He Siheng had long forgotten his own words and coughed awkwardly. “Half and half, I guess.”
After playing basketball for a bit, PE class was halfway done. He Siheng tossed the ball to him. “It’s so hot. I’m going to buy drinks.”
Zhou Yu quickly raised his hand. “I want a bottle of soda!”
He Siheng didn’t look back. “Go drink your frog soup.”
Zhou Yu: “…”
He Siheng left the basketball court and headed toward the vending machine. Before he got there, he spotted a guy and a girl talking in front of it from afar—they even seemed to be tugging at each other.
The guy was tall and burly, covered in muscles, with his back to He Siheng. The girl being held back appeared to be Zhang Xunyue.
He Siheng strolled over with his hands in his pockets and heard Zhang Xunyue’s helpless voice. “Xu, I really don’t have the mind for romance right now.”
“If not dating, we can at least be friends.” The guy’s tone was both aggrieved and urgent. “Anyway, Tan Jing already rejected you. Since it’s impossible with him, why not give me a chance?”
He Siheng couldn’t stand listening anymore and tsked. “When chasing a girl, at least have a sweet mouth, classmate. Yours is seriously lacking.”
Hearing his voice, Zhang Xunyue and Xu Weiyang both turned to look.
Xu Weiyang’s expression turned hostile. “Who the hell are you?”
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