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Chapter 3

T/N: READ LEE's STORY 'LOVE LATE' BEFORE READING THIS AT "Chinese BL Translations[bltranslation.blogspot.com]"

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"Now I can't see anything clearly." Those enchanting eyes of his looked at me, like a viper's fixed on a frog, "You're taking down all of my notes next class, you hear me?!"

In the end, I ended up trading those notes with him for two skewers of grilled calamari. I even convinced myself I didn't get the short end of the stick, because the look on his face told me that the quality of these calamari sticks were much higher than the notes taken by a young master such as myself. In fact, according to him, those notes I took were so mind-numbingly incoherent, they could only be worth as much as these two bamboo skewered squids.

Actually, he shouldn't blame me. I swear, I really did try my best to write those notes, however due to the person's beside me constant fierce inspection; my performance was always exceptionally enthusiastic and sincere. That Ouyang Xiwen ah... Yes, that man had a thorough understanding of the subject, but, it was just that his characters were a bit fuzzy. So even I, with my 20/20 vision, had to also use a lot of guesswork when trying to copy those foreign characters from the black board.

Of course, there was another reason. One which I wasn't too keen on admitting to Zhuo Wenyang. You see, it was just that no matter how those twenty-six letters were arranged—to me—there was not that much of a difference I could see. So...during the process of copying, the order of those characters could...have been mistaken, or even possibly left out altogether. Thus, this was the entire reason for the issue.

Unfortunately, that exceptional snacc simply did not understand this reason; and while on our journey, my eyes widened as a light bulb went off for me.

At first, my relationship with Zhuo Wenyang should have ended there, but the situation took a distinct turn when I displayed an action to showcase my love of cleanliness——that is, by wiping the thick globs of soybean paste stuck to my hands from those grilled squids right on his clothes. Rubbing my hands earnestly until they were both clean.

Zhuo Wenyang was really too fierce, grabbing my ear on the street in front of all those people, his grip made tears want to leave my eyes, yet still he did not let go.

Was this a joke, even my mother doesn't dare do this to me.

It was a bit much.

Although...I did wipe my hands on his clothes.

He glared towards the infamous South High uniform he donned covered in stains; his eyes seeming as if they wanted to chomp someone to bits! At that time, I was still in the dark about the severity of his fastidiousness; therefore I "rightly" felt that I was the one who was wronged. With even more bystanders turning to face in our direction, I pounced on him, trying to take off his clothes as he did his best to resist me; and I did my best to take complete advantage of this chance to undo all his buttons—in efforts to shed them. Leaving two people before the eyes of the public: one trying to strip, whilst the other kept trying to not be stripped—both—attracting a countless number of eyes. In the end, I was of course victorious, triumphantly pulling off his jacket.

Then I declared: "Zhuo Wenyang, as an apology to you, I'll take this to the dry cleaners on your behalf, okay?"

I was this much of a generous adult after all, right!

(The one who thinks wretched thoughts, is himself impure in thoughts. But that's none of my business ~~>0<~~)

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"Xiao Jing, are you really not going to accompany me?"

That pest named, Lee, has already been droning on for a while now.

So I shot back a remark to put the issue to rest. "I'm not going. I hate foreign devil's."