"Do you think I came to discuss with you?" Jiutiao Meijie flipped through Dubian Che’s thick notebook.
On the notebook, first a small amount of English, then Spanish, followed by French, and on the most recent pages, chess pieces were drawn with a pencil.
The drawing skills were mediocre, at best resembling something decent.
"What can I do if I go? Other than eating, I’m useless," declared Dubian Che with self-derision.
Seeing his demeanor, Jiutiao Meijie couldn’t help but want to laugh. When it reached her lips, it turned into a mocking sneer, "You also know you’re good for nothing but eating?"
"So, can I not go?" Dubian Che put down the pen and held both of Jiutiao Meijie’s hands in his.
Dubian Che sighed with a low head, "Alright then."
"Can’t you have a little more ambition?" Jiutiao Meijie said coldly, and then mockingly as if finding someone to share the pain, "There will be plenty more of this in the decades to come."
"Is this the price of marrying Meijie?"
Jiutiao Meijie abruptly pulled at Dubian Che’s tie, her sitting position not diminishing the condescending threat in her gaze.
She said coldly, full of murderous intent:
"Marrying me is a grievance to you? How come it feels like you’re getting more and more arrogant lately?"
"Meijie, there are so many people around, save me some face," Dubian Che poked at her slender waist with his finger.
Jiutiao Meijie glanced at the Class 4 students, almost everyone’s eyes were on them.
She released the tie, meticulously straightened it for Dubian Che, and stood up to leave her seat.
After taking two steps towards the door with arms folded, Jiutiao Meijie suddenly twisted her upper body around:
"Dubian, I’ll wait for you on the 24th."
Having said that, she placed her right hand on her soft lips and, as if granting a favor, blown Dubian Che a kiss.
’If you don’t come, you’re dead,’ Dubian Che added in his mind to complete her unspoken message.
After Jiutiao Meijie left, the area around Dubian Che instantly erupted.
"Ah—so jealous! So jealous! That a lady like Jiutiao Meijie would straighten the tie for a guy like you!"
"You touched her hand just now, didn’t you?! Those delicate, noble hands that belong to a lady, you actually managed to touch them! Tell us! How far have you two gone!"
"To think you’re going to attend Lady Kiyono’s Christmas party with Miss Jiutiao, are you really just an ordinary person from Iwate Prefecture? Aren’t you the protagonist from some light novel? Kadokawa Bunko? GanGan? MF? Or Dengeki?"
"You guessed it all?" Dubian Che said in surprise.
"Are you really a protagonist from one of those bunkos?"
"Uh, Fang Wen Society’s."
"Nonsense! Fang Wen Society doesn’t even have male protagonists! Also, Fang Wen Society isn’t even a bunko! You must be from GanGan Bunko! Hikigaya Hachiman, who also married a lady, came from there!" Saito Keisuke asserted confidently.
"Since you’ve seen through me, I must admit, in reality, I’m from Dengeki Bunko." Following that, Dubian Che roared with a deep voice, "Star Burst Stre..."
"Shut up! That’s Kirito’s dual wielding!"
They joked around, making noise and passing the break between exams.
But Dubian Che could see that these surface-level guys were truly envious, not knowing exactly what they were envying.
To be with Jiutiao Meijie, only someone as incredible, brave, studious, diligent, handsome, honest—which I will strive to be from now on—, intelligent, modest, kind, gentle, and greatly self-sacrificing could manage.
Thinking Jiutiao Meijie was Yuzuki Yuki? Could you conquer her with a mere coming out and gentleness?
He’d be envious of that too!
’Wait, why am I starting to learn Kiyono Lin’s narcissism? No, no, be modest... Just keep ’incredible’ as the adjective.’ The self-reflective Dubian Che reflected.