“……” Yu Yingying nodded. “Okay.”
She fully understood Jiang He’s request. Boys—especially her boyfriend—sometimes really did have something wrong with their brains. Air shooting, being overly sensitive—those were all symptoms.
Mm… she could only be a bit more tolerant.
……
After class, the two of them had a lavish stir-fry meal in the cafeteria, then went to the library together for afternoon self-study. When it was time, they attended their elective class in the afternoon as well. After the elective ended, Yu Yingying was about to say goodbye to Jiang He for the moment, when Jiang He flicked his motorcycle keys at her.
“Let’s go. I’ll take you to your tutoring job.”
Yu Yingying was a little surprised. “But I teach for two hours.”
“You think I’d stupidly wait for you?” Jiang He said irritably. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just happen to have something to do over there. I’m giving you a ride on the way. I’ll drop you off and leave. I’ll come pick you up at five.”
“Oh, okay.” Yu Yingying nodded.
She lowered her head and looked at herself, glad she was wearing pants—otherwise riding a motorcycle would be very inconvenient. Safety first, she asked, “Do you have a helmet for me?”
Pleased with his foresight, Jiang He raised an eyebrow. “Relax, I won’t let you die.”
Yu Yingying decided not to argue with this idiot.
Walking over to the motorcycle, Jiang He took out a red women’s helmet from the storage box. It was obviously brand new. He unceremoniously plopped it onto her head. “Put it on properly… you know how, right?”
Just fastening a buckle. Yu Yingying smiled. “A normal human should know how.”
After she fastened the helmet, Jiang He had already put on his black helmet and gloves and straddled the motorcycle. He tilted his chin at her. “Get on.”
Yu Yingying said “oh” again.
After getting on, she was still thinking about where to hold when the motorcycle suddenly started. Her body tipped backward from inertia, but before Yu Yingying could panic, the next second Jiang He reacted quickly, grabbed her arm, and pressed it firmly around his waist.
Almost having an accident on his first time carrying a passenger, he was shaken too. He angrily turned his head and yelled, “Are you trying to die? Hold tight!”
Safety first. Yu Yingying hesitated for a moment, then wrapped both arms around him.
But that didn’t work for Jiang He either.
The girl’s arms softly encircled his waist, her hands clasped together in front of him. When he lowered his head, he could see her fair, slender hands, neatly trimmed nails, round and clean—delicate in a way completely different from him.
Even through clothing, the two thin layers of fabric clearly couldn’t block much. He could distinctly feel her body temperature.
Jiang He’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he silently endured it.
But he really couldn’t take it. He yelled again at the person behind him, “Yu Yingying, are you trying to tickle me to death? Don’t hug so tight! Just grab my clothes! Have some modesty!”
Yu Yingying: “…?!”
Taking a deep breath, she suppressed the urge to smack Jiang He and once again decided not to argue with him. He really was a piece of trash! This was wrong, that was wrong—extremely hard to deal with.
She guessed that when she’d called him trash before, it definitely hadn’t been said in a moment of anger, but after careful consideration—a perfectly accurate description, completely appropriate, fully deserving of the name.
After grumbling inwardly, Yu Yingying adjusted her position, lightly tugging Jiang He’s clothes with one hand, while the other rested loosely on his broad shoulder.
The wind howled, whipping her clothes loudly. Tall teaching buildings, towering trees, and bustling crowds all became fleeting, brilliant backgrounds—things that could be ignored, as if nothing at that moment could catch up to her speed.
Through the visor of her helmet, she looked ahead, feeling the wind head-on, as if she were experiencing freedom. A smile suddenly filled her clear, beautiful almond eyes.
……
The afternoon tutoring session also went smoothly.
Yu Yingying was grateful for her habit of taking notes. Some important but not private information, she wrote in a way only she could understand in the small account book she carried with her. Otherwise, with her amnesia, she wouldn’t even know where she tutored or how to contact the student’s parents.
After returning from the hospital, she had contacted them and honestly explained that due to her injury, she had lost about two years of memories since the college entrance exam, asking if the parents minded. If they did, they could dismiss her.
The parents said they didn’t mind at all.
“Now you’re even more familiar with high school knowledge points, and you can also share some tips with my daughter on how to handle pre-exam pressure! Don’t worry, everything stays the same. Come back directly once you’ve recovered!”
At the time, Yu Yingying gratefully replied “Okay, thank you,” and finally let out a huge sigh of relief.
After resuming classes, Yu Yingying had tutored once before. Today was her second time.
When it was time, Yu Yingying packed up and got ready to leave. The student she tutored, little Taozi, magically pulled out a red rose from a drawer and handed it to her.
“Teacher big sister, this is for you. Happy 520!”
“Thank you.” Yu Yingying accepted the rose and lightly sniffed it. The rich fragrance filled her nose.
Little Taozi giggled. “I took it from the roses my dad gave my mom—borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha, hehe.”
Yu Yingying couldn’t help laughing and pinched her cheek.
When she went out, little Taozi’s mom picked up her car keys as usual. “I’m heading to the company anyway. Same as before—should I drop you at the intersection closest to your school?”
Yu Yingying’s face flushed slightly. “Thank you, Auntie, but not today. My… boyfriend will come pick me up.”
“You have a boyfriend now? Since when?” Little Taozi’s mom was surprised and regretful. “Ah, what a pity. I was thinking of introducing my nephew to you. He’s at the same school as you, a year younger, a pretty nice boy.”
Yu Yingying could only smile awkwardly, taking it as polite talk.
……
Yu Yingying walked out of the residential complex. Just as she passed the guard booth at the entrance, her phone rang. Taking it out, she saw it was Jiang He.
“Hello? You’re at—”
“Look ahead, girlfriend,” Jiang He’s voice came through the phone, bright with laughter. “Check out the surprise I got for you!”
A surprise?
Yu Yingying looked up in surprise.
A few meters ahead, Jiang He was casually leaning against his motorcycle, holding a vivid bouquet of red roses in one hand. On the motorcycle’s hood sat a huge, exquisitely wrapped gift box.
When their eyes met, he waved at her. “Here! Hurry up!”
Yu Yingying quickened her steps.
When she reached Jiang He, he urged her to open the gift. “This time I definitely bought something you’ll like! Take a look—if you’re not satisfied, then… then just deal with it! No returns this time!”
Yu Yingying: “…I’ll look first.”
Jiang He said unhappily, “What do you mean look first? Stop dawdling.”
After she said she didn’t like watches, he had specifically consulted Love Coach No. 081, chatted for a long time, and only then settled on this idea.
He urged again, “Hurry up, hurry up. Open the gift.”
Yu Yingying held back the urge to smack him and untied the ribbon on the gift box.