CH 70.3

Return It To You (3)

Boys’ hormones were in full swing at this age and slight stubble had started to emerge after a few days of not shaving. His ordinary bright, cheerful appearance was gone and replaced with a slightly rare depressed expression.

Fang Li suddenly felt an unbearable ache in his heart when he raised his head and glanced at him, not daring to look at him anymore.

Fu Songhua stared at him with a bit of wounded fierceness. “Fang Li, are you… not going to be friends with me anymore?”

Fang Li lowered his head and his voice was soft like a whisper. “Yes, ah. Ruan-ge is my friend.”

He couldn’t lie to himself anymore.

He really couldn’t… think of this person who frequently appeared in his dreams as a friend anymore.

The closer they were, the more he would feel afraid. And the more he thought about it, the more he felt he was not only a pervert but was also someone filthy.

Fu Songhua stiffly stood there as if someone had fiercely slapped him across the face.

He ruthlessly kicked the leg of the desks and chairs by the side and turned around to run out of the classroom. Fang Li suddenly shouted from the back, “Hold on!”

Fu Songhua suddenly froze and looked back, full of hope.

Fang Li bent down and took out a meal card from a small pocket in his bag, handing it to Fu Songhua.

“This… I’m returning it to you.” He softly said, “I’ve returned the money I spent this period on it.”

Fu Songhua looked at that meal card in stunned silence before shaking his head after a while. “No need to return it to me. It’s not mine.”

Fang Li looked at him unbelievingly.

“It’s filled with our class monitor’s money. He is worried because your Ruan-ge is poor, so he made a detour and asked me to give this to you, telling you to buy more good food and bring him along to eat,” Fu Songhua said word by word.

Fang Li stood there in shock, his extended hand slightly trembling.

“It turns out… it’s like this?”

Even this particular meal card and kindness he always thought in his heart were all a misunderstanding.

“Yes, ah,” Fu Songhua replied.

Class 9’s boys ran into the doorway while embracing each other. In the front, Bai Jing passionately shouted, “Fang Li, Fang Li. Ruan-ge told us to help you bring back food!”

Fu Songhua raised his head and looked at them, his gaze weird. He pried apart everyone and ran out of Class 9 in big strides.

Bai Jing almost stumbled from being knocked by him. “Hey, hey. Old Fu, this rough ox. Why is he running so fast?

When he turned his head, he saw the food on the desk. “Ah, did you guys order takeout?”

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In the school infirmary at night, Dr. Gong had just sent off a student who had scraped their skin during the PE class. He stood up and washed his hands, changing into his personal clothes to get ready to get off work.

The sky was slightly gloomy and the multicolored sunset disappeared on the horizon as black clouds slowly crowded together.

He unhurriedly walked out of the campus to the side of a neighboring street.

Under a large Chinese parasol tree in the twilight, a flashy luxurious Ducati 916 motorbike was parked with a biker man cooly leaning on top of it.

The biker man wore sunglasses and his hair was shaven into an arrogant and unruly buzz cut. A string of highly unconventional Buddhist beads was on his chest mixed with a niche brand a row of skulls and holy swords dangling cumulatively from a men’s necklace.

His long legs swayed arrogantly and he bobbed his head to the music with earphones in his ears.

Gong Sinian walked closer and impatiently knocked on his vehicle.

The young man who closed his eyes and listened to the music opened his eyes upon hearing him. “You’re here?”

Gong Sinian suddenly leaned closer to his neck and looked at the pile of things hanging in front of his chest. “What are you wearing?”

The young man let out a deep sigh. “There’s no way. The old man in my house said he sought a master for it and had it enlightened. He forced me to wear it. He’ll beat me with his cane if I don’t wear it.”

Gong Sinian took off his long legs and sat on the back seat of the motorbike, unhappily kicking his thigh. “Drive an take me somewhere to eat.”

The young man anxiously looked at the body of his motorbike. “Fuck. Just kick me if you want to kick me. Don’t scratch my new wife!”

Gong Sinian glared at him with an ice-cold face. “Say it once more. What is this dead object to you?”

The young man took off his sunglasses, revealing an angular, arrogant face with thick eyebrows and shiny eyes.

He approached Gong Sinian and suddenly kissed his cheek. “That’s right, ah. It’s my wife and you’re my lover.”

Gong Sinian lifted his hand and gave him a hard smack on the head. “Why are you displaying immoral behavior in a public place with numerous people?!”

The young man didn’t get angry and smilingly took out two helmets, handing one to him. “Fine. I won’t display immoral behavior on the street.”

He reached out for the comrade school doctor’s slender waist, set him upright on the back seat, and stealthily leaned closer to his ear. “We’ll display it slowly at night in the home.”

Even though he had heard a lot of dirty talk in his life, Gong Sinian’s face still turned red as he listened to it in this crowded street.

“Scumbag, shut up.” He sneered. “We’ve agreed not to have sex for one whole month. Just try and see if you dare to back out?”

The young man burst into loud laughter, suddenly starting the tall, powerful, new motorbike. “I’m just trying it.”

He wore his helmet and looked back. His eyes behind the windscreen were wicked and arrogant and he winked at Gong Sinian. “I won’t die if I try it. But I’ll suffocate to death if I don’t try it.”

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Qin Yuan: I’m a man existing in the legend in this chapter… Who am I? Where am I?