The next morning, when He Siheng woke up, he was the only one left on the bed. He reached out to the other side, but the temperature had already gone cold—it had been a while since Tan Jing left.
“Up so early.” He Siheng muttered, pulling the blanket over his head to block out the light and catch some more sleep.
He really couldn’t casually sleep with Tan Jing again next time.
In the second half of the night, he had woken up in a daze. He didn’t know how it happened—before falling asleep, he had been properly wrapped in his own blanket, but somehow, he had burrowed into Tan Jing’s.
Not only had he burrowed into Tan Jing’s blanket—he had slept right in Tan Jing’s arms, his head pillowed on his arm, and his hand placed in a very… offensive position.
He Siheng was so startled that half his sleepiness vanished. He carefully withdrew his hand from Tan Jing’s pajamas and straightened out the disheveled fabric for him before turning to scoot farther away.
He had just turned his back when an arm wrapped around his waist.
Tan Jing seemed to have found a human body pillow and pulled him straight into his embrace.
He Siheng didn’t dare move. The guy behind him breathed evenly and deeply, his warm breath spraying on the skin of his nape, making the gland hidden beneath his thin skin tremble uncontrollably.
This stimulation woke up the other half of his sleepiness, and every part of his body went rigid.
If not for the recent temporary mark, he felt like his heat period would have been triggered.
He even tried to pry open Tan Jing’s hand clamped around his waist, even peeling off his fingers one by one. But instead, his wrist was caught, and both he and his wrist were imprisoned together.
In the end, He Siheng closed his eyes in despair, only praying that Tan Jing wouldn’t dream of gnawing on a chicken leg or duck neck and somnambulantly take a bite out of his neck.
Sleeping Tan Jing was a number one dangerous figure. He absolutely had to guard against him in the future.
Of course, awake Tan Jing wasn’t much safer either.
It had rained for two nights and a day over the weekend, but it stopped by Monday. The sky was still overcast, and the weather forecast said snow was coming soon.
More exciting than snow was the New Year’s mini-vacation at the end of December and the performance gala before it.
The performance gala was one of the school’s major events that they took seriously. Each class in the first and second years had to put on a program. Class 1 had originally planned a group chorus, but when the entertainment committee member asked around the grade, more than three classes in the second year alone were doing group choruses—all for the sake of convenience.
Convenient it might be, but it lacked creativity. This was their last high school performance gala—they had to show off more and leave some precious memories.
The entertainment committee member had a flash of inspiration: add instruments to the group chorus.
The two school grasses who were the center of attention in the class—why not use them?
When He Siheng entered the classroom, he saw the entertainment committee member standing in front of Tan Jing’s desk, looking anxious as she spoke to him.
Tan Jing listened with his eyelids lowered, his expression as indifferent as ever.
His brows and eyes were deep-set, his nose straight and lips thin—a perfectly proportioned handsome face that carried a casual aloofness when expressionless.
The entertainment committee member was full of anxiety, but her ear roots were bright red, her face tinged with girlish shyness.
He Siheng thought she was confessing to Tan Jing. After a moment’s thought, he planned to return to his seat later. But the girl spotted him first, her eyes lighting up as she waved him over eagerly.
“Hm? Calling me?” He Siheng pointed at himself.
The entertainment committee member nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
He Siheng walked over and heard her explain her intention.
“It’s like this—I thought too many classes are doing group choruses, so I wanted to add some innovative elements to ours. I heard you and the class monitor both play instruments, so I was wondering if you could do a piano and violin duet during the chorus.”
She was very earnest: “This way, you two won’t have to practice the chorus with the class—just get the duet ready. It won’t take much time!”
“Just piano accompaniment?” Tan Jing asked, glancing at He Siheng. “His hand isn’t healed yet; he can’t play the violin.”
“My hand is fine,” He Siheng immediately refuted him, then assured the entertainment committee member: “Don’t worry, the performance is at the end of the month. My hand will have the bandage off by this weekend—no problem.”
“That’s great!” The entertainment committee member beamed. “Thank you, class monitor! Thank you, Heng Bro! I’ll go register with the teacher right now and get the music club keys for you. You can practice anytime after class!”
“Go on, go on.” He Siheng waved the little girl off. Only after she left did he leisurely sit back in his seat.
Tan Jing glanced at his still-bandaged right hand: “Don’t push yourself.”
“Push what? My hand is almost healed anyway.” He Siheng was righteous: “If I don’t do something, how do I maintain my high popularity? How do I get more people to like me?”
He thought to himself, Am I supposed to let you take the stage alone, steal all the spotlight, and take all my fans? You have no idea how big your fan group is.
As he schemed, the guy beside him spoke up: “You don’t have to do anything; there will always be people who like you.”
The young man’s voice was warm and smooth, the casual remark floating lightly into He Siheng’s ear.
He Siheng was stunned by the sudden flattery, his ear roots inexplicably heating up. He coughed pretentiously: “Don’t think sweet words will make me let my guard down. I won’t be fooled by your sugar-coated bullets.”
Tan Jing chuckled lowly, his tone tinged with helplessness: “I’m serious.”
Over the next two weeks, the wound on He Siheng’s hand healed pretty well, though the scar would take more time to fade. After removing the bandage, a long scar stretched across his palm.
During the big break, Zhou Yu took one look and started bootlicking: “Heng Bro, nice—got yourself a love line out of nowhere.”
He Siheng laughed and cursed him to scram, but then called him back: “Stretch out your hand.”
Zhou Yu, puzzled, extended a hand: “What for?”
He Siheng didn’t bother explaining and directly took it, interlocking their fingers.
Zhou Yu’s eyes went wide, looking like he’d seen a ghost: “H-H-Heng Bro?”
He Siheng asked: “How’s it feel? Heart pounding?”
Zhou Yu looked weirded out: “Normally, with your face, I’d be moved, but…”
“But what?”
“We’re too close, bro. I’m kinda nauseous now.”
He Siheng: “…”
No need to be so blunt.
But he felt the same.
He Siheng let go of Zhou Yu’s hand and rubbed his palm on his pants, muttering: “Could it be because of the Alpha…”
Zhou Yu didn’t catch it: “What?”
He Siheng ignored him, pondering to himself. He needed to test with an Alpha—the closer in rank to Tan Jing, the better.
He remembered Wang Yizhou was an A-Rank Alpha.
After assembly, He Siheng went to Class Two but didn’t see Wang Yizhou. Back in Class 1’s classroom, he spotted him in front of Song Lin’s seat, straddling a chair and chatting, with a set of tarot cards on the desk.
He Siheng walked over: “What are you guys doing?”
Wang Yizhou was excited: “I just learned tarot reading. Wanna get a reading?”
Ever since the dinner last time, Wang Yizhou figured He Siheng and Tan Jing were in a truce and he could chat peacefully with He Siheng.
He Siheng didn’t stand on ceremony. Song Lin made room, and he sat down: “Sure, read for me…”
He thought for a long time but couldn’t think of what he lacked.
“I don’t think I need anything—got money, free time, good grades. No worries.”
Wang Yizhou’s mouth twitched: “You here to pull aggro?”
He Siheng grinned, Versailles-style: “Sorry, just facts.”
Wang Yizhou: “…”
Song Lin rolled his eyes and suggested: “How about a romance reading?”
“Sure.”
He Siheng was curious about his own romance. Following Wang Yizhou’s instructions, he drew a few cards.
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