Translator: StarveCleric Editor: StarveCleric
Just as Shi Yao was pondering as to how she should respond to Lin Jiage’s message, the latter suddenly stood up. Placing his hands on the table, he leaned forward towards Shi Yao and whispered with a mysterious tone, “Don’t worry, you won’t have to wait too long for this future…”
The abrupt hearing of Lin Jiage’s voice surprised Shi Yao. Her fingers trembled, causing her phone to nearly slip through her hand.
You won’t have to wait too long for this future…
What does this mean?
Puzzled, Shi Yao turned around to look at Lin Jiage.
The mesmerizing face of Lin Jiage immediately entering her line of sight.
This time, what that had trembled was not just Shi Yao’s hands but her heart as well.
The golden glow of descending sun shone into the classroom through the windows and reflected off Lin Jiage’s face. It made his facial features appear even more distinctive and delicate than usual.
He was looking quietly at her with the usual leisurely look in the depths of his eyes.
There should not have been much difference in how he usually was, but for some inexplicable reason, Shi Yao found his eyes particularly alluring. There seemed to be some kind of deeper intentions hidden within them that she was unable to read.
She could only stare blankly at Lin Jiage, unable to react or avert her gaze.
She could sense the atmosphere between them had become slightly unusual, but she could not put her finger on where the anomaly lay.
Oblivious to the state Shi Yao was in, Jiang Yue packed her items and exclaimed, “Yaoyao, let’s go to the canteen!”
Shi Yao was still in an unresponsive state.
Lin Jiage continued locking eyes with Shi Yao for a little longer before his lips finally moved, releasing a deep and quiet voice, “There’s still one more thing…”
As his voice drifted to her ears, Shi Yao slowly returned to her senses.
She had no idea where this was leading to. A soft “Hm?” escaped from her throat. Nonetheless, she could not comprehend her words and a soft, “Hm?”, left her throat.
Lin Jiage shot a glance at her shirt and remarked, “… The shirt you are wearing is truly hideous.”
Shi Yao blinked her eyes in a daze, unable to grasp the meaning behind his words in the spur of a moment.
Lin Jiage: “These clothes are are only worthy of being used as rags at my house.”
Shi Yao blinked her eyes once more as the other party’s words slowly settled into her mind.
!!!!!!
What business was it of his whether her clothes were ugly or not?!
If it looked ugly on her, he could have just averted his gaze and not look at it! Why did he have to make such spiteful remarks, saying that it was only worthy of being used as rags at his house?
…
Shi Yao suddenly felt that the graceful and delicate youth she had seen earlier was merely a hallucination.
To think that she had even thought that there was something unusual happening between them earlier! Her head must have short-circuited then!
In order to ensure that Shi Yao would get rid of this shirt as soon as she returned back to her room, Lin Jiage pondered for two seconds before adding, “These rags would only be worthy of being used in my toilet.”
This was getting too much!
Shi Yao’s cheeks puffed up as she glared at Lin Jiage furiously, retorting, “If it looks so hideous to you, you can just turn your eyes away! Do you think everyone is as wealthy as you, able to toss away clothes and buy new ones as and when as they please? I have no money and I can’t afford to buy new clothes. Even if mice were to come to my house, they will only leave in tears! Thus, if you can’t stand looking at my clothes, you can either avert your eyes or get me new ones!”
After dumping that long rant, Shi Yao packed up the textbooks on her desk and left the classroom, leaving a dumbstruck Lin Jiage behind.
…
While Lin Jiage and Shi Yao were interacting with one another, Lu Benlai had not been slacking off.
Upon hearing the school bell, Lu Benlai, who had been staring at Leng Nuan the entire lecture, suddenly clutched his stomach and poked Leng Nuan on her back, “Excuse me, do you have any tissue paper you can spare? I have a stomachache…”