Seven days passed in a flash, and Fujiang’s menstrual period finally came to an end. After dealing with the last crisis, Fujiang once again became that confident, charming, and proud girl.
It’s just that whenever she saw Yu Duojiaye at school, she’d lose her composure. There was no helping it—her memory had always been excellent, and the moment she laid eyes on Yu Duojiaye, she was reminded of that day’s explanation.
“Did you two have a fight?”
Azuma Saburo watched as Fujiang turned her head away, practically fleeing as far from Yu Duojiaye as possible, his gossipy heart burning with curiosity.
“…You could say that.”
“Huh?”
What did “you could say that” mean? But seeing that Yu Duojiaye had no intention of explaining, Azuma Saburo didn’t bother to press further.
Speaking of which, Azuma Saburo was quite the character. When it came to a beautiful girl like Fujiang, though he couldn’t remain completely calm, compared to other guys who turned into lustful dogs at the sight of her, he was practically a modern-day Liu Xiahui.
But Yu Duojiaye knew that the reason for his higher resistance to Fujiang’s charm was probably, just maybe, because this brat’s preferences were… highly illegal.
Smack!
He slapped the manga Azuma Saburo had tucked inside his textbook onto the desk, staring at the comic he’d been fixated on without blinking.
In the mostly grayscale manga, a little girl—specially highlighted in color, wearing white stockings, looking delicate and adorable, with plump but not chubby legs, her clothes soaked from the shower—sat on the bathroom floor with a charmingly shy expression.
Azuma Saburo hurriedly closed the manga and glared angrily at Yu Duojiaye.
“What are you doing?”
Yu Duojiaye gave him a look, wanting to say something but holding back, and finally sighed.
“Promise me, as an adult, I don’t want to see you in the newspapers one day, okay?”
Azuma Saburo clicked his tongue in annoyance and turned away with a displeased expression.
“Relax, who’d like those real-life young she-devils?”
“…”
From Azuma Saburo, one could draw a conclusion: not everyone was defenseless against Fujiang’s charm. At the very least, for guys like Azuma Saburo or those with questionable orientations, it wouldn’t be so easy for Fujiang to twist their will.
The scorching sun made the summer cicadas screech loudly. On the school playground, university students in sportswear began their exercises under the teacher’s instructions.
Today’s P.E. class happened to coincide for Fujiang’s class and Yu Duojiaye’s class.
Among the crowd of vibrant, energetic girls, Fujiang stood out exceptionally, her skin as flawless and pale as porcelain.
Her shoulder-length hair was tied into a neat ponytail, her long, straight, and shapely legs captivating all eyes. Her enchanting face was furrowed in a frown from running.
The moment the two classes passed each other in formation, Yu Duojiaye glanced at Fujiang, only to be met with a huge glare from her.
In response, Yu Duojiaye sneered and gave a thumbs-down.
‘Rookie.’
The silent lip-reading made Fujiang freeze for a moment. Though her Chinese was poor, the term “rookie” had become all too familiar during her interactions with Yu Duojiaye.
Watching Yu Duojiaye sprint away, Fujiang’s anger surged.
“Yu Duojiaye, you stop right there—ah!!”
A sudden scream caught the attention of everyone nearby. Yu Duojiaye halted and turned to see Fujiang crouching on the ground, clutching her knee with a pained expression.
“Are you alright, Fujiang?”
Fujiang’s abrupt fall drew the notice of many. Seeing the wound on her knee, the girls around quickly looked toward the teacher and shouted.
“Sensei! Fujiang has fallen!”
The teacher, who had been chatting with a colleague, immediately turned at the call. Seeing Fujiang injured, both the male and female teachers’ expressions changed.
“Take Fujiang to—”
Before the approaching teacher could finish, to everyone’s surprise, Yu Duojiaye pushed aside a girl who was about to wipe the blood from Fujiang and crouched beside her.
Under the gaze of the crowd, Fujiang had already spread her arms wide before Yu Duojiaye fully crouched, looking at him with a pitiful expression.
After a quick glance at the ground to confirm there was no blood, Yu Duojiaye crouched down, wrapped his arms around the back of Fujiang’s knees, and carried her at a jog toward the infirmary.
“Wow~”
“Fujiang actually sought comfort from a guy on her own~”
“Damn… this idiot finally gets it!”
Ignoring the chatter behind him, Yu Duojiaye carried Fujiang all the way to the building housing the infirmary.
However, he didn’t take her inside. Instead, he set her down in the hallway.
“Watch for people coming.”
“Mm.”
Fujiang responded with a pitiful, nasal tone. Yu Duojiaye then hurriedly ran up to the second-floor infirmary.
In the infirmary, Xi Chuan Zao Miao—wearing a white coat, gold-rimmed glasses, and possessing a tall, curvaceous figure—had her legs propped on the desk, sipping coffee while watching a drama.
Bang.
The sudden opening of the infirmary door startled the lazy, beautiful older sister, causing her to jolt and spill some coffee on her fair thighs.
“Tch… Kids these days are so reckless… Yu Duojiaye? What are you looking for?”
Watching Yu Duojiaye rummaging through the medicine cabinet, completely ignoring her as the school nurse, Xi Chuan Zao Miao rose with a displeased expression and walked toward him.
“Hey, hey, hey, you think this is your home? Rummaging around like this—is that proper?”
Yu Duojiaye glanced at his bespectacled distant cousin, found two pieces of gauze and some tape, and gripped them in his hand.
“Fujiang fell while running and scraped her knee. I’m taking these to treat her.”
Before Xi Chuan Zao Miao could process this, Yu Duojiaye turned and left the infirmary with the medical supplies.
Watching Yu Duojiaye depart without a backward glance, Xi Chuan Zao Miao pursed her lips in annoyance.
“Tch, that brat…”
Annoyed as she was, Xi Chuan Zao Miao still went to her desk and filled out a diagnosis form based on Yu Duojiaye’s description.
But as she wrote, she grew increasingly uneasy.
“Am I being too lenient with this kid?”
Staring at the form, she sighed after a moment.
“Whatever, consider it paying him back…”
Back in the stairwell, as expected, by the time Yu Duojiaye arrived with the medical supplies, Fujiang’s wound had already healed completely, without a trace of a scar.
In the corner, however, a thumb-sized lump of flesh was wriggling slightly.
Yu Duojiaye glanced at Fujiang’s Splintered body part, crouched down, and prepared to bandage her.
But Fujiang pushed him aside, took the gauze and tape from his hand, and began treating herself.
Yu Duojiaye sighed at the sight, turned to the corner to pick up the meatball, and put it in his pocket.
“Sorry.”
“Get lost.”
Fujiang ignored him, lowering her head to continue bandaging her knee.
Yu Duojiaye rubbed his hair in frustration, watching her finish the bandaging before she angrily turned her head to glare at him.
After a moment’s thought, he extended his arm toward her mouth.
Slap!
Fujiang swatted it away. Yu Duojiaye offered it again.
Slap!
When he extended his arm for the third time, Fujiang finally didn’t push it away. Instead, she grabbed Yu Duojiaye’s arm with both hands and bit down hard.
“Ouch!!”
Back in the gym with the main group, Azuma Saburo immediately sidled up to him with a sly grin.
“So, did you two…”
Before he could finish, noticing the dark purple bite mark on Yu Duojiaye’s arm, Azuma Saburo took his arm for a closer look.
“Don’t worry. At least we can tell her canine teeth aren’t sharp, so future damage won’t be as bad.”
“You bastard!”