“Nothing.”
Pressed down so he could move nothing but his head, Xiang Di could only shift her eyes guiltily. “I’m listening to whatever you say.”
Bo Jiangxin: “Then what did I just say?”
Xiang Di: “You said… Puff…”
Bo Jiangxin: “So the puff?”
“Puff, I shared the puffs with everyone in the class.” Xiang Di said. “You were there during lunch break… Oh, you were looking at your phone then, so maybe you didn’t see.”
Huh? If he didn’t see, then how did he know she brought puffs to school?
Not getting to the point, communicating with her was almost useless. Bo Jiangxin ground his teeth: “I know you shared the puffs.”
Xiang Di was a little confused: “Then why ask?”
Bo Jiangxin was momentarily at a loss.
That wasn’t what he meant to ask.
She wanted to share puffs, he had no objection—sharing is a good quality—but if those puffs were brought for him, then shouldn’t she have at least saved some for him?
Then why did he end up with none at all, and Wang Sicheng was the one who got to enjoy them?
When did her relationship with Wang Sicheng become so good that she could so generously give him all the remaining puffs?
Isn’t the person she likes him, Bo Jiangxin?
Liking someone should mean being biased towards them, thinking of saving the best, the most for them, right?
This was what Bo Jiangxin wanted to ask.
He pursed his lips, staring at her, brows drawn low, his ink-black eyes like brushstrokes on rice paper, flickering with a kind of confused and contradictory emotion.
Unable to unravel the emotion, the hand pressing her head gently lowered without venting any anger.
But isn’t it true that liking someone doesn’t mean putting them first in everything?
Maybe he had been blinded by her inner voice recently, really believing that this girl liked him that much, so he naturally thought she should like only him, no one else.
Besides, she never confessed to him directly—she only thought it silently—and yet he had absurdly claimed dominance over her feelings.
He didn’t voice these thoughts. Bo Jiangxin knew she owed him no explanation.
But saying nothing only made him feel worse inside, so he asked the most indifferent question: “…Didn’t you say you were going to bring me puffs?”
Xiang Di’s tone brightened: “Huh? You still remember?”
When she was handing out puffs to others at noon, he hadn’t even glanced; she thought he had forgotten and felt a little sad about it.
Bo Jiangxin frowned: “Don’t you remember?”
Xiang Di explained: “I do, I do. Actually, these puffs were originally meant for you. I had my brother help me buy them, so he got extra to share with the class. You were busy then, so I thought I’d give some to others first, and the rest would be for you.”
Bo Jiangxin hummed, something he had guessed before.
“So what about the rest?” He paused before asking, “Why did you give them all to Wang Sicheng?”
At this, Xiang Di’s expression soured; her previously pleasant face crumpled.
“I’m telling you!” Her tone sharpened, firing off a quick rant. “Wang Sicheng is so unhygienic. After playing basketball, he didn’t wash his hands and just grabbed my puffs to eat. I had even saved a few for myself, but after he touched them, I didn’t want to eat them anymore. How could I give them to you then? I might as well give them all to him.”
No comparison means no hurt. Thinking this way, Xiang Di felt Bo Jiangxin even more flawless. Society already demands so little from boys; they don’t need to be handsome, but at least be clean and hygienic.
Angrily, she forgot to watch her tone in front of Bo Jiangxin, ranting as if with a friend, her mouth moving nonstop.
Usually, she seemed mild-tempered, but when she lost it, she was lively, different from her usual quiet self—gnashing her teeth like a cat with its back arched, fierce but still furry.
A person afraid of cats might be scared, but Bo Jiangxin had raised cats and knew how bluffing these creatures could be.
He didn’t interrupt her, quietly watching as she vented about Wang Sicheng behind his back.
When she finished, Xiang Di exhaled heavily.
Only then did she realize she’d forgotten to keep up her ladylike image around Bo Jiangxin!
Quickly, she made an excuse: “I just couldn’t hold it in today. Usually, I rarely get angry.”
Bo Jiangxin’s tone was calm: “It’d be a problem if you weren’t angry today.”
He didn’t seem to mind her showing this fierce side.
Xiang Di breathed a sigh of relief.
“I thought you’d forgotten me saying I’d bring you puffs. Since you couldn’t eat them today, I didn’t tell you. I figured I could bring them next time.”
At this, she bit her lip with a small smile, looking up at him, eyes sparkling: “… Didn’t expect you still remembered.”
Though still annoyed at Wang Sicheng, just knowing Bo Jiangxin remembered their puff agreement made the world seem beautiful again.
Seeing her bright eyes, Bo Jiangxin hummed and added, “After all, you’ve been brainwashing me nonstop about how delicious the puffs downstairs are.”
Just like how she’d been brainwashing him about liking him all this time.
“Oh, that’s how I am. I want to share the things I like with the whole world.” Xiang Di scratched her nose awkwardly, self-mocking, “A little annoying, huh?”
Bo Jiangxin: “Not really.”
Xiang Di smiled and asked, “So you called me out just to ask about the puffs?”
He opened his mouth, then closed it. A simple “Hmm” slipped from his throat.
Surprised, Xiang Di blinked. She hadn’t expected Bo Jiangxin to come find her just for a bag of puffs.
Turns out he really cared that she hadn’t saved any puffs for him.
He’d always seemed like a cold, aloof high mountain flower—untouchable, giving no glance to anything worth his attention.
Yet the puffs from her downstairs had earned a second look.
So those puffs really suited his taste if he remembered them so well.
Xiang Di felt Bo Jiangxin suddenly carried a touch of earthly warmth—he had a gluttonous side too.
But instead of feeling disillusioned, she found him adorable. After all, no matter how composed, he was still an eighteen-year-old high school boy.
She smiled slyly in her heart and said, “If you want more, I’ll bring you some next time?”
Bo Jiangxin: “Okay.”
“Shall we go back to class? Class is about to start.”
“Okay.”
Just as she started walking, Bo Jiangxin called after her.
Xiang Di turned: “Huh?”
“Next time just buy one portion, I can finish it myself.” He paused, then added calmly, “Don’t give any to Wang Sicheng again.”
Xiang Di patted her chest: “Don’t worry! Just for you. Not a single one for him!”
The class bell rang. It was the Class Teacher’s chemistry class, and Xiang Di dared not be late.
Though she knew even if Bo Jiangxin was late, the teacher wouldn’t say anything, she still reminded him, “You should head back too.”
Then she quickened her pace toward the classroom.
Today, she didn’t tie her hair into a bun—just a simple, fresh ponytail, the braid swinging behind her.
Her hair floated softly in the air as she ran.
Her legs weren’t long but light and agile; she ran quickly.
The wind blowing through the corridor pushed her loose school uniform, lifting her slender back.
Her back looked so joyful. It was early spring, and the green of summer hadn’t arrived yet, but he already saw the shadow of summer on her.
Bo Jiangxin didn’t know that over three years of high school—spring, summer, autumn, winter—Xiang Di had watched his back countless times, in long sleeves, short sleeves, white shoes, black shoes, even when he trimmed the hair on his nape.
He never thought one day, she would be silently watched by him in return, though she didn’t know it yet.
That evening, Wang Sicheng invited Xiang Di to dinner at the school cafeteria.
Xiang Di tried to find out what Bo Jiangxin and Wang Sicheng had talked about during physics class.
Of course, Wang Sicheng wouldn’t tell her—they had just been bragging, claiming how close they were, and he dodged the question with a laugh.
Seeing his guilty expression, Xiang Di suddenly thought of a possibility.
She had heard boys often talked about risqué topics when they were together…
Xiang Di tested, “You weren’t talking about any adult topics, were you?”
Wang Sicheng nearly sprayed his food out.
“No way! I’m pure, okay?”
Xiang Di glanced at him silently, her suspicious look said it all.
Wang Sicheng sighed: “Even if I wanted to talk about adult stuff with Bo Jiangxin, do you think he’d entertain me? He looks like a reincarnated sage. If I chat about that, he’d probably report me to the Profane Hotline. I’d be lucky not to get caught.”
Xiang Di was stunned. True.
Munching quietly, even Wang Sicheng knew not to talk adult stuff with Bo Jiangxin, so she must keep her own dirty little thoughts well hidden.
Otherwise, she might just scare off the “Bo” monk completely.