After gym class, only a few students loitered on the playground.
Ning Chu casually found a patch of grass to sit on, nursing a bottle of ice-cold cola after just having some milk tea. With the end of the month approaching, Aunt Flo was creeping closer, so it was time to gulp down as many cold drinks as possible.
She watched Wen Yang jogging, all while deleting chat logs with Lily on her phone.
Wen Yang was too busy prepping for the sports meeting to even glance at his phone, which eased her anxiety about him stumbling upon her conversations with Lily.
But what if he did see them? That would totally expose her succubus identity… God knows how Wen Yang would handle that.
Looks like she’d have to create a secret account for chatting with Lily in the future.
“Ning Chu, it’s time to head back,” Zhang Shaoqing ambled over with his hands stuffed in his pockets. “What are you still sitting here for?”
“I’m waiting for Wen Yang.”
“Tsk~ If I didn’t know you were a guy…”
Ning Chu shot a glance at Wang Jie behind him and cut in, “Aren’t you and Wang Jie always glued together?”
“Wang Jie doesn’t look like a sissy.”
What kind of nonsense logic is that?
Ignoring the dork, Ning Chu flopped back onto the grass, gazing at the sunset in the west, pondering how to deal with those bad women and little fan girls trying to swoop in on Wen Yang during the sports meet.
“Well, Wang Jie and I are heading back first.”
“Hey! Wait!”
“What?”
Ning Chu rolled onto her side to face Zhang Shaoqing, “How did you get that spray of yours?”
“Found it at my grandpa’s place,” Zhang Shaoqing shrugged. “He said he bought it at a boutique for my grandma, but it turned out to be a hypnosis spray.”
“I figured it was just sitting there useless, so I thought I’d use it on you.”
“Oh, really…” Ning Chu mumbled. “Next time, take me to that boutique.”
“What do you want to do?” Zhang Shaoqing looked at her disdainfully. “You’re not planning to use it on the girls, are you? That’s illegal.”
“…”
Why’s a villain looking at me like I’m sc*m?!
Ning Chu rolled her eyes at him. “Go away!”
“Tch! Wang Jie! Let’s go, double queue back home!”
Who knows what kind of prop Zhang Shaoqing will snag next time. What if it’s X-ray vision… then this guy would see everything! Forget about being ashamed; her gender would be totally exposed.
But if the prop were glasses, she’d seize them the moment he brought a pair back!
Lost in her thoughts, Ning Chu heard soft footsteps on the grass.
Turning her head, she saw Wen Yang plop down beside her, panting, “Haven’t exercised in ages, it’s killing me.”
“Who told you to sign up for the 3,000 meter run?”
“Not a single person in class signed up for long-distance; I had to step up.”
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Wen Yang took out his phone to pass the time. But soon, his gaze shifted back to Ning Chu, “Were you chatting with Lily again?”
“…”
“Why’d you delete the chat logs?” he mumbled, a hint of jealousy in his tone. “No need to hide it from me.”
Ning Chu nonchalantly replied, “It’s girl stuff, why would you want to look?”
It was probably something totally random anyway.
Wen Yang could guess that Ning Chu and Lily’s chats were likely scandalous, or she wouldn’t be so nervous about him seeing them.
“Didn’t you plan on trying on that outfit I got you?”
Ning Chu sat up, stretched, and shook her head. “I don’t like wearing skirts.”
“Why are you spending money on clothes for me when you could be saving it for food instead?”
Wen Yang figured Ning Chu was just being stubborn.
She had asked him for gifts, and now she was acting like she didn’t care.
With Ning Chu’s personality, even if she liked it, she wouldn’t admit it. If she returned that outfit, she’d probably flip on him in an instant.
“Let’s go eat! I’m starving.”
Wen Yang had almost rested enough and stood up, following Ning Chu’s lead.
“During the sports meet, just listen to me—fourth place is enough,” Ning Chu reiterated, her tone firm, “No debate!”
“Top three gets a prize.”
“And then gets swiped by bad women? Those vixens wouldn’t hesitate to drug you! You have no idea what they can do!”
Wen Yang took a couple of steps forward to walk alongside Ning Chu. He lowered his head to catch a glimpse of her fuming expression and teased, “Are you jealous?”
“I just don’t like seeing you show off, it’s jealousy!”
Trying to get Ning Chu to admit to being jealous was like milking a rock.
Wen Yang helplessly nodded, “Fine, fine, no showing off, so you won’t get jealous.”
“Now that’s more like it~” Ning Chu nodded happily.
“But you have to wear a dress this weekend.”
The smile froze on her face. She immediately shot back, “No way! What if Shaoqing and Wang Jie see? We’re going to play script killing with them this weekend!”
“Then when they’re not around.”
“…”
Ning Chu fell silent for a moment before trying to toss out another excuse, “What if the outfit doesn’t fit?”
“Try it on right after eating. Isn’t it at Xinya’s place?”
Oh no! That excuse just moved up the timeline for the dress try-on!
She racked her brain for a different way to dodge it. “I really don’t like skirts…”
“After a little practice, I feel great. I wonder how the others will hold up during the match.” Wen Yang sighed, “What if they’re all terrible? What if I accidentally land in the top three?”
This guy is picking up bad habits!
He used to be a somewhat shy little nerd, and now he’s all smooth and suave?
Zhang Shaoqing must be corrupting my main character!
Ning Chu looked at Wen Yang, eyes glistening with false tears, with a truly pitiful expression. Her voice dripping with sweetness, she cooed, “Can we delay it just this once~? Please?”
Staring at that adorably sorrowful face, a wave of guilt washed over Wen Yang, and his defenses crumbled.
“Okay, next time!”
He instinctively reached out to ruffle Ning Chu’s hair, filled with regret. “Alright, alright, I won’t push you.”
Thank goodness he used to be a guy! He knew these nerds can’t handle a girl’s cutesy antics!
Ning Chu basked in Wen Yang’s affectionate touch, squinting her eyes with glee, feeling rather smug for dodging the whole dress fiasco.
Then it hit her—wasn’t acting cute toward a guy just as embarrassing as wearing a dress…?
Her face instantly flushed beet red. She swatted Wen Yang’s hand away from her head, darting off toward the cafeteria with a decidedly brisk pace.
Having spent too much time as a woman, is getting flirty with guys just that natural now?!
Why didn’t she recoil from a head pat? Instead, it felt… nice?!
Wen Yang was utterly confused, wondering why Ning Chu had suddenly gotten mad but too intimidated to ask her. He could only trail behind her awkwardly.
Women truly are hard to read.
Their moods can flip on a dime!
