Deeply Affectionate Male Supporting Character Topped the Protagonist 88

Chapter 88: Back to Sixteen (2)

It’s fine now, what if it is later?

Min Zhi had ample experience interacting with the adult Xi Leng; winning over a younger, more innocent Xiao Leng was naturally a piece of cake.

After a day of classes, he felt that he and his deskmate were already very familiar.

Although Xi Leng had spoken to him fewer than five times.

No. 18 Middle School had evening self-study, which he had never experienced in his life, sitting on the hard classroom bench until evening was already his limit, tired and exhausted, only able to recharge by admiring his deskmate.

And his deskmate didn’t participate in any activities after class, a homebody since young. Now, it seemed he wasn’t even planning to eat dinner, his lifestyle truly unhealthy.

Min Zhi called out to him three times, to no avail, so he could only say: “I’m going to the convenience store to buy some snacks. What do you want?”

Xi Leng: “No, thank you.”

Min Zhi: “Okay.”

After the annoying deskmate left the classroom, Xi Leng finally glanced over, thinking this boy, unlike the others, wasn’t being persistent, being ignored once, he probably wouldn’t continue trying.

Being alone was more relaxing, but the moment it became completely quiet, an indescribable loneliness crept in.

His mind a little restless, Xi Leng put down his pen and took out a pre-prepared bread roll from his drawer.

Luo Jiayan finally found an opportunity to approach him.

Min Zhi’s desk was less than ten centimeters from the wall, leaving no space to pass. Luo Jiayan waited all day, finally, Min Zhi was gone, and he hurriedly went around Xi Leng’s desk, squeezing through the narrow gap and sitting in Min Zhi’s seat.

“Bread again for dinner?” He always started conversations like this, naturally.

Xi Leng gave a noncommittal “mm-hmm.”

Before they could exchange more than a few words,

Min Zhi returned, striding towards them, his movements so loud that they both looked up.

Min Zhi’s displeasure was written all over his face, saying bluntly: “Get up, that’s my seat.”

Luo Jiayan’s expression turned sour. Xi Leng, caught in the middle, looked awkward. After a moment of silence, Xi Leng said to Luo Jiayan, “Don’t come over here anymore, this seat is taken now.”

This seat is taken now.

Such beautiful words.

Min Zhi raised an eyebrow, art was interconnected, listen, the cold and aloof Xi Leng also had hidden linguistic talent, just waiting for his future husband to discover,

Luo Jiayan could only bite his lip and retreat.

Xi Leng didn’t let him squeeze through the gap by the wall. He stood up, putting some distance between himself and both of them, letting them switch places.

Min Zhi sat down, pleased, placing a large plastic bag filled with snacks on the desk. As he let go, the food tumbled out, invading his deskmate’s territory, forcing him to look over.

Xi Leng glanced at it, then paused, looking at his cold and aloof deskmate with a strange expression.

The bag was filled with a variety of… small cakes, so out of character.

Min Zhi first took out a warm bento box and pushed it towards Xi Leng: “Eat first, while it’s still hot.”

Xi Leng: “…” He had already said he didn’t need it.

Min Zhi, ignoring him, continued to urge: “Eat before evening self-study.”

Xi Leng repeated: “I don’t need it.”

Min Zhi persisted, “Then what are you eating?”

Xi Leng hid the uneaten bread roll wrapper deeper into his drawer.

Min Zhi, concerned about the growing teenager’s nutrition, lectured him patiently: “You’ll become malnourished, ugly, short, and scrawny, even if you do grow tall… hm, you know what a ‘twig’ is, right?”

His words, however, were a bit unpleasant.

Xi Leng: “…”

His deskmate truly had no sense of boundaries.

But strangely, not annoying.

“Dessert after dinner.” Min Zhi continued rambling. “You’re still growing, you should eat more, exercise more, and rest more.”

As if he wasn’t still growing too.

Xi Leng remained silent, but Min Zhi was unwilling to give up, “Just consider it payment for borrowing your textbook, my books won’t arrive until tomorrow, and I don’t have a uniform yet… or you could lend me your uniform, and I’ll cover all your meals, oh right, my grandpa finally gave me an allowance, I’m not short on money now, don’t worry.”

He remembered the little lie he told earlier, seamlessly transitioning from a poor boy selling his textbooks to a wealthy young master, effortlessly deceiving the sixteen-year-old.

Xi Leng, not suspecting anything, simply said, “You don’t seem like someone who would wear a school uniform.”

Min Zhi paused, then smiled: “Hm? You seem to know me quite well.”

“…No.” Xi Leng, uncomfortable, looked away, “Just a guess.”

Xi Leng rarely left his seat during breaks, except for the restroom, giving his annoying deskmate plenty of opportunities.

“I heard you’re an art student, what do you do on weekends? Go to art classes?”

“Why are you so cold and distant… can I give you a nickname, Leng Leng?”

“If you don’t object, then I’ll call you that…”

“Leng Leng, haha.”

He was like an annoying fly, buzzing around constantly, testing his limits.

But this fly knew when to advance and when to retreat, occasionally stopping abruptly, making Xi Leng look at him curiously, meeting a smiling, handsome face, the sunlight outside the window bright, his slightly upturned hair gleaming gold, the leaves of the camphor trees a vibrant green.

Honestly, if a fly looked like this, he’d probably be more tolerant,

There was another reason why Min Zhi wasn’t annoying.

It wasn’t that he didn’t bother anyone, on the contrary, he was popular. This new transfer student didn’t have to try to fit in, friends and admirers flocking to him despite his repeated rejections,

“Min Zhi, want to play basketball?”

“No.” Min Zhi, tired of being asked, refused all invitations. “My health isn’t good, I can’t do strenuous activities.”

“Oh, okay…” The enthusiastic boy left, disappointed.

“Min, Min Zhi,” It was a girl’s turn now, her cheeks flushed. “This problem is so difficult, can you explain it to me?”

Min Zhi, completely heartless, showing no mercy, “If I could do these problems, I wouldn’t be in the same class as you.”

“…”

The heartbroken girl left. A soft chuckle came from the next desk.

Min Zhi suddenly perked up, smiling and asking Xi Leng: “What’s so funny? Looking down on your classmate too? You, an art student, are the real idiot.”

These words finally managed to provoke the teenager’s fragile self-esteem and strong competitiveness,

“My grades are quite good.” Xi Leng said seriously. “You seem to be prejudiced against art students.”

Min Zhi, shameless, nodded. “Yes.”

He just wanted to see how Xi Leng would respond, haha.

Xi Leng was silent. He couldn’t say the words or do the things to prove he wasn’t an idiot, to develop a deeper connection,

So he could only remain silent.

Min Zhi didn’t mind the silence, as if he had inexhaustible energy, talking to his deskmate day after day, “Why do you always wear turtlenecks? Isn’t it hot and stuffy?”

This question hit a nerve with the 16-year-old Xi Leng, his expression changing as he instinctively covered his throat, saying coldly: “None of your business.”

“It’s none of my business now, what if it is in the future?”

Xi Leng frowned, seemingly not understanding.

Min Zhi didn’t explain, smiling inexplicably, seemingly unfazed by his coldness.

His smile made Xi Leng unsure how to react.

“Fine,” Min Zhi gave him a break, “I won’t bother you anymore, time for a nap.”

Xi Leng’s hand slowly released his throat,

He turned his stiff neck and looked,

his talkative deskmate, true to his word, had fallen asleep on his desk, leaving him alone in the familiar silence.

It was a familiar silence, but at that moment, looking at the boy’s sleeping face, his long, dark eyelashes, he suddenly felt a little… uncomfortable.