1 – I’ve Long Desired My Brother’s Waist
From the very first glance, you became the one I dream of.
—Jiang Yubai
In October, Rongcheng had just entered early autumn.
At the entrance of Rongcheng No.1 High School, renowned as a century-old prestigious institution, several students on duty stood on both sides, conducting the daily routine uniform inspection.
Among them, the young man in the center was 19 years old, exceptionally tall with an upright and poised posture, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted.
He wore a clean and neatly pressed shirt and jacket, with the top button fastened all the way up.
Holding a registration clipboard, he wore a pair of silver-rimmed, thin-framed glasses, his features refined and delicate.
He resembled a deity above the clouds, devoid of any worldly desires, exuding an aura of cold detachment that kept others at a distance.
“Bro! Can you cut me some slack? I’m only one minute late!!”
“It’s a misunderstanding! I really forgot to take my tie home last night—it wasn’t on purpose! If I’m lying, may our homeroom teacher go bald!”
Standing before him were the day’s unlucky culprits, successfully caught.
Listening to the chorus of wails, Jiang Yubai merely lowered his impassive eyes, his voice indifferent as he uttered, “Name, class.”
Those four icy words perfectly encapsulated his unyielding sternness.
“Holy crap!”
Near the security office, against the wall, a few heads cautiously popped up.
Xiong Ge crouched low, shaping his hands into binoculars as he peered ahead.
His expression shifted as he stared at a certain tall, slender figure in the distance. “We’re in big trouble! Why is the ‘Grim Reaper’ here? How are we supposed to get our takeout now?!”
What?!
The Grim Reaper?!
Hearing that nickname, the regulars on the detention list collectively drew a sharp, synchronized breath.
It was said: the student council shows no mercy, and Jiang Yubai knows no compassion.
If he caught you, forget about bargaining—he’d eliminate all chances, leaving you writing self-criticisms for a whole week!
Xiong Ge and the others, hiding stealthily in the back, couldn’t help but consider retreat.
“Forget it, let’s fall back for now,” Xiong Ge said with a pained expression. “We can go home this weekend anyway. Let’s tough it out for a few more days, guys.”
Everyone instantly deflated.
They used to be able to go home once a week.
But now, in their final year of high school, they could only return every two weeks.
For boarders like them, enduring two straight weeks of the cafeteria’s bland, monotonous meals was worse than torture.
Still, risking a week of self-criticism essays—or even a public reprimand—for a single takeout order really wasn’t worth it.
“Ugh, what rotten luck.”
“No helping it. If Jiang Yubai catches you, no one’s making it out alive.”
Just as they were about to quietly turn and leave, a familiar, willful voice suddenly rang out behind them.
“Why are you all still squatting here?”
They froze, turning to look.
While everyone else wore standard, regulation school uniforms, the eighteen-year-old girl before them boldly sported a tailored, narrowed top and a high-waisted plaid skirt.
Her smooth, long curls were dyed a striking, vibrant reddish-brown—truly audacious to the extreme.
This kind of outfit seemed simple but was actually hard to pull off.
A misstep, and you’d look like a salon assistant.
But on her, it amplified both glamour and allure to the max.
Standing nearly 1.7 meters tall, she had a slender waist that seemed easy to encircle, with slim, long legs visible beneath her skirt.
Her striking, vivid features were bright and bold, and her captivating peach blossom eyes seemed to naturally brim with affection.
She was like a fairy who could enchant hearts anytime, anywhere.Jiang Yuxing approached with lazy, unhidden steps, walking over without any restraint.
“Where’s the takeout?”
She glanced at their empty hands, her eyes lifting slightly at the corners. “Don’t tell me you haven’t picked it up yet.”
Xiong Ge let out a troubled sigh.
He pointed toward the school gate, helpless. “Sister Xing, we can’t get it now. Didn’t you see the student council members standing at the gate?”
Is that all?
“What’s there to be afraid of?”
Jiang Yuxing’s red lips curved up as she flexed her wrist with a cool, practiced motion. “We’ll just climb the wall.”
With that, she headed toward the wall and was about to leap up when Xiong Ge frantically stopped her with an outstretched arm. “Holy crap! Sister Xing, don’t! The duty prefects today aren’t just those few—the one even ghosts dread is here too!”
Jiang Yuxing frowned.
What nonsense?
She clicked her tongue lightly. “Who?”
Without thinking, he blurted out, “Who else? Jiang Yubai, of course.”
The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted it, wishing he could slap himself.
Damn it, how could he have slipped up!
At Rong High, everyone knew that Jiang Yuxing, the earthly Fairy, was pursuing the aloof Study God, Jiang Yubai.
Now that she knew he was here, wouldn’t she charge right over?
Sure enough.
Hearing that all-too-familiar name, the previously listless girl’s eyes lit up. She immediately turned her gaze toward the gate.
There stood a young man cloaked in an aura of cool detachment, his handsome face reserved, his demeanor restrained and calm, as if untouched by worldly concerns.
Jiang Yuxing watched him with keen interest, her red lips slowly curling into a smile.
Tch.
What “one even ghosts dread”?
This was clearly her Little study god~
Look at that face, those shoulders, that waist—practically tailor-made for her.
Whether in the past or now, just one glance was enough to make her want to pull this ascetic deity down from his pedestal!
A flicker of amusement crossed Jiang Yuxing’s eyes. Before anyone nearby could react, she suddenly took a few steps back.
Then, with a running start, her slender, agile figure leaped up. Her hands caught the top of the wall, and with a cool, nimble motion, she flipped over and settled atop it.
Holy crap!
“Sister Xing, get down now! Recklessness is the devil!” Xiong Ge was frantic. “If Jiang Yubai catches you, you’re done for!”
The reason he was called the Cold-faced Executioner was that he showed no mercy to anyone.
Though it was said the two had known each other since childhood, no one really believed it.
After all, one came from a wealthy, happy family, while the other’s home was broken and impoverished.
Two completely different worlds, like parallel lines that would never intersect.
How could they have crossed paths before?
And now, despite Jiang Yuxing’s fierce pursuit, Jiang Yubai hadn’t shown the slightest reaction.
So in a situation like this, if Jiang Yubai actually went easy on her—
Xiong Ge swore he would handstand while washing his hair and treat everyone present to a cup of milk tea!
“What’s there to fear?”
Perched on the wall, Jiang Yuxing swung her pale, long legs lightly. “Just wait and see.”
With that, she prepared to jump down.
As if sensing something, Jiang Yubai’s gaze drifted over indifferently. When he saw her, the cool pupils behind his glasses darkened slightly.
“The list of rule-breakers on this side is done, Jiang—”
A duty prefect had just walked over to report when he spotted the girl about to jump off the wall and immediately shouted, “Who’s there?”
Shit!A sudden shout startled Jiang Yuxing, causing her feet to slip. She instantly lost her balance and fell from the wall.
“Ahhh!!! Sister Xing!!!”
Xiong Ge and the others behind her let out chicken-like shrieks.
The expected pain never came.
Jiang Yuxing only felt a tightness around her soft waist before she could react, and found herself firmly planted against a warm, solid chest.
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Lifting her gaze, she saw the familiar handsome face above her.
Jiang Yubai held her in his arms, his chest rising and falling with his slightly rapid breathing.
Not far away on the ground lay a registration booklet he had just thrown down.
Clearly, he had rushed over at full speed just to catch her.
Staring at the girl in his arms, the coldness in his eyes unexpectedly gave way to a trace of panic. “Jiang Yuxing, are you hurt?”
She blinked, met his gaze for a few seconds, then her delicate features relaxed into a smile.
“Little study god.” Hooking her arms around him, she suddenly pressed close to his neck. “How come you smell so good?”
The sweet rose fragrance suddenly approached, the girl’s soft breath landing on his neck.
Jiang Yubai’s body stiffened involuntarily.
She was smelling him again.
This was a habit she had maintained since childhood, one she only practiced with him.
He couldn’t understand why a little princess like her, who had been pampered all her life, would ignore other expensive perfumes.
Yet she seemed particularly fond of the cheap, low-quality laundry detergent scent on him.
She liked it then, and still liked it now.
“Stop messing around.”
Tickled by her sniffing, Jiang Yubai’s jaw tightened.
Though his face still wore an aloof and indifferent expression, his hands subtly tightened around her waist. “Let go.”
“I won’t.”
Jiang Yuxing clung to his neck, the upturned corners of her eyes like tiny hooks meant to enchant.
“Because big brother’s waist,”
she brought her red lips close to his ear, her voice sweet and seductive like a mischievous and willful little fox, “is something I’ve been coveting for a long time~”