After nurturing for half a month, Mo Qin’s injuries finally fully healed.
Yan Miao watched him bustling energetically around the dormitory, holding a thermos, feeling a little bit down.
Bai Maomao glanced sideways and felt very displeased.
“If he’s not going to drink it, give it to me.”
Little Rabbit’s cooking skills were excellent.
Only an idiot like that would drink it every day and not cherish it.
Yan Miao moved beside him and handed over the thermos, then sat down quietly, no longer upset.
“Smells so good,” Bai Maomao twisted off the lid, took a deep breath, and then eagerly scooped out a spoonful to enjoy.
Seeing that he liked it, Yan Miao felt a bit better and spoke softly, “If you like it, I’ll make some for you next time.”
“Tsk, you should make it for your beloved one instead.”
“You, you…”
Yan Miao turned pale, startled, and nervously glanced at Mo Qin who was chatting with someone outside.
Seeing he probably hadn’t heard, he breathed a sigh of relief and weakly replied, “I, I don’t have a beloved.”
Bai Maomao bumped him with his shoulder.
“If you like him, just say it. Why are you so timid, like a girl?”
Yan Miao hung his head in disappointment.
“He doesn’t like me.”
Bai Maomao was frustrated.
“How do you know he doesn’t like you if you haven’t said anything?”
“Even if he doesn’t like you, just tie him up and drag him back to your den first. Over time, he’ll naturally start to like you.”
Yan Miao, somewhat stirred by the encouragement, looked at his own small frame and realized he definitely couldn’t overpower Mo Qin’s big build.
“That, that’s not really…”
“Don’t be afraid. You confess first,”
Bai Maomao whispered conspiratorially, “If he refuses, I’ll help you knock him out and drag him back. Once the rice is cooked, it’s done.”
Yan Miao anxiously twisted his fingers but couldn’t resist Bai Maomao’s temptation and nodded.
These past few days, Bai Maomao and Yan Miao had been inseparable, whispering and scheming secretly.
Lang Junxian, inexplicably excluded from their little circle, was very unhappy.
He felt like his own wife had suddenly run off with someone else, a bitter, jealous feeling gnawing at him.
“What exactly are you two scheming?”
Lang Junxian suddenly appeared behind them.
Yan Miao nearly jumped out of his skin, nervously glancing at Bai Maomao before realizing the third wheel was clearly lit up.
Bai Maomao patted his head and turned to scold the little dark one, “Behave, stop making a fuss, we’re discussing something important.”
He waved his hands like shooing flies, trying to send him off to sleep.
Lang Junxian held back his anger but couldn’t help scowling.
Yan Miao watched the clueless Bai Maomao and the sullen Lang Junxian, quietly shrugging.
Somehow, Bai Maomao as a strategist seemed a bit unreliable.
When Lang Junxian was about to explode from holding it in, Bai Maomao suddenly returned to normal.
Having resolved Little Rabbit’s huge life event, Bai Maomao was very proud and happily went to find Lang Junxian.
“Xiao Hei, why do you look so weird?”
“…”
Lang Junxian silently swallowed a mouthful of old blood and gave him a gentle smile.
Bai Maomao rubbed his arm.
“Don’t you feel a bit cold?”
“No,” Lang Junxian smiled even more warmly, his white teeth flashing a chilling gleam.
Bai Maomao muttered to himself but then affectionately draped his arm over Lang Junxian’s shoulder and whispered, “I’m telling you, Little Rabbit is going to confess to Mo Qin tonight.”
Warm breath brushed against Lang Junxian’s sensitive ear, and his ears flushed suspiciously red.
He forced himself to stay calm and asked, “Really? When?”
Bai Maomao looked at him suspiciously.
“Why aren’t you surprised at all? Yan Miao is going to confess to Mo Qin.”
Lang Junxian stared at him with a deadpan expression.
“Forget it.”
Bai Maomao had a whole mouthful of things to say but ignored Lang Junxian’s reaction and blurted everything out.
Yan Miao had been persuaded and finally mustered up the courage to take the initiative.
After planning for a long time, they arranged the confession scene, set for tonight.
Bai Maomao looked up at the sky and muttered, “The weather’s good today. It’s a good day.”
Only then did Lang Junxian realize what those two had been whispering about all these days.
The sour jealousy in his heart began to dissipate a little.
Tonight’s weather was especially nice, the sky clear and cloudless.
Bright moonlight poured down, casting a shallow layer on the ground.
Winter had passed, and the grass and trees had revived, with tender green buds sprouting.
Occasionally, a pair of insects hidden in the grass emitted crisp, long chirps.
Yan Miao anxiously paced back and forth, the rose bouquet’s wrapping paper in his hands torn and crumpled.
After a few rounds, he glanced at his phone — exactly eight o’clock.
Mo Qin was coming.
Mo Qin had been suddenly called out by Bai Maomao, dragged out even before he had time to change his flip-flops.
“Big boss, where are you taking me?”
Mo Qin was pulled forward, talking nonstop.
“Let go, let me walk myself. If Lang Junxian sees this, he’ll tear me apart.”
“Shut up.”
Bai Maomao was annoyed by his babbling.
Mo Qin obediently closed his mouth, raised both hands, and let Bai Maomao drag him forward by his clothes.
At the agreed garden’s edge, Bai Maomao pushed him and said disdainfully, “You’re getting off easy. Go on inside.”
“???”
Mo Qin looked confused but hesitated and took two steps forward, just in time to see Yan Miao standing under a big tree, hands behind his back.
Mo Qin’s heart pounded wildly; heat inexplicably rose within him as he walked almost mechanically toward him.
“Why are you out here so late, and dressed so formally…”
Mo Qin saw Yan Miao’s nervous face and gradually lowered his voice, eventually closing his mouth in silence.
Yan Miao nervously swallowed and pulled out the bouquet from behind his back.
He spoke slowly and seriously, word by word, “I like you.”
Behind him, a series of multicolored small bulbs lit up one after another, slowly and steadily forming a heart shape.
Mo Qin instinctively took a step back.
Seeing Yan Miao shining brightly in the glow, his heartbeat became uncontrollable.
Yan Miao looked at him expectantly, clutching the flowers so tightly the bouquet was almost crushed out of shape.
“……”
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
Yan Miao’s bright eyes gradually dimmed.
Outside the bushes, Bai Maomao rolled up his sleeves, ready to charge in and fight, but Lang Junxian quickly restrained him.
“It’s okay.”
Yan Miao lowered his head; his soft bangs slightly covered his reddening eyes.
Mo Qin twitched his toes but eventually pulled back.
“I’m not as good as you think.”
Yan Miao shook his head without looking at him, then staggered and ran back to the dormitory.
The fiery red roses fell to the ground, their fragile petals scattering.
Bai Maomao worried about Yan Miao and ran after him.
Mo Qin stood silently in place.
After a long time, he bent down with difficulty and picked up the bouquet.
Lang Junxian, left behind, saw everything but said nothing, quietly turning and walking away.
That night’s confession felt like a hallucination; the four tacitly never mentioned it again.
Bai Maomao still stuck to Lang Junxian’s side, Mo Qin continued his playboy ways with laughter and scolding.
Yan Miao remained quiet as usual but no longer clung to them.
Everyone knew the reason very well.
Bai Maomao somewhat regretted urging Yan Miao to confess.
If Yan Miao hadn’t spoken, maybe they could still peacefully be friends.
But now, even though Mo Qin acted indifferent, Yan Miao often avoided him, making excuses to leave first.
The group of four had shrunk to three.
The class bell rang.
After the classroom emptied, Yan Miao slowly came out.
These days, to avoid Mo Qin, Yan Miao ate alone in the cafeteria.
He was used to the lively group of four, so suddenly being alone was unfamiliar but still better than the inevitable awkwardness.
Though sad from the failed confession, Yan Miao felt much lighter inside.
Bai Maomao was right — once spoken, the words weighed less on his heart.
Even without a happy ending, he had finally been brave once.
Once he adjusted his mindset and could face Mo Qin calmly again, he would return.
Even if they couldn’t be lovers, they could still be friends.
Yan Miao took a deep breath, straightened his back, hugged his books, and slowly headed to the cafeteria.
He didn’t notice that the number of students on the road had gradually thinned until he was alone.
The person following gave a signal to his companion, who understood and quietly approached Yan Miao, then suddenly struck a knife hand down……
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