(1)
An Jing’s quiet room wasn’t large; two desks and a bed occupied all the space.
While there was still room for chairs, it would make the place feel even more cramped—as if there wasn’t an inch of breathing room.
A cool breeze blew in from the window, brushing her face, and her ear-length hair swayed gently.
The faint, sweet scent coming from beside her stirred the boy’s heartstrings.
Honestly, she still felt like she was dreaming.
When did she first meet Zhu Ying?
It was probably at the school sports meeting, not long after the start of first year junior high. …
Perhaps she had already met her during military training before that.
Among a group of students tanned like charcoal, she, who couldn’t get tanned no matter what, stood out exceptionally white.
During the military training’s cultural performance, she represented her class and sang “Mice Love Rice.”
Back then, when students went up to sing, they didn’t dare to sing popular songs; they chose old songs or patriotic songs.
Although the melodies were beautiful, they became boring after listening for too long.
This popular song, sung by her with a sweet voice, especially that shy smile after singing, was deeply etched in the hearts of almost all the boys.
An Jing was a student in Class Six at the time, while Zhu Ying was in Class Two, not even on the same floor.
So, she seemed to vanish and didn’t appear in the boy’s world for a long time.
She saw her again over half a month later at the school sports meeting.
She walked at the very front of her class, wearing a beautiful dress and carrying a sign as she entered the field.
And this seemingly cute girl wasn’t slow when she ran.
Although she only got a bronze medal, the top two were both students who were 1.7 meters tall in their first year of junior high.
When they took one long stride, she probably had to take three to catch up.
Junior high, in the midst of puberty, was also the period when hormones were most rampant.
Who doesn’t like pretty and cute girls?
Unlike celebrities, school beauties or class beauties have a natural sense of closeness.
After all, they live right beside you, you can encounter them at any time, and if they’re in the same class, you can even chat a bit—this gave many boys the illusion that they might also have a chance to become her boyfriend.
In the beginning, An Jing was like that too, but gradually, the boy slowly recognized reality, knowing that even people living nearby were still distant to him.
But that didn’t stop her from becoming the female lead in his bizarre fantasies.
It’s like everyone yearns to win the lottery jackpot, but when they actually win, they start to panic, suspecting it’s a dream, suspecting that everything is fake.
Does someone who is accustomed to being ordinary truly deserve to have all this?
“Why won’t your computer turn on?”
Zhu Ying’s voice interrupted her thoughts, pulling her back from her trance to reality.
The wind caressing every pore of her neck seemed to tell her that all of this was real.
“…Huh…?”
“Hmm, what’s wrong? Were you just spacing out here?”
“Ah? …I’ve had it on this whole time… You turned it off…”
Zhu Ying blinked blankly, then, as if nothing had happened, pressed the power button again.
The computer case hummed, and the sound of wind whooshing came from inside.
Because her sisters didn’t have a habit of peeking at things on her computer, An Jing didn’t even lock this computer; it went straight to the desktop every time it started.
Just as she remembered something and wanted to prevent it from happening, it was already too late.
“Mm~” Zhu Ying’s voice was melodious.
“It’s me.”
“…Cough!! This, this was set up by Fang Qiang and the others last time they came. I, I forgot!”
An Jing hastily explained.
Even the desktop wallpaper was a photo of Zhu Ying, as if An Jing spent her days and nights thinking only of her.
“All the stuff in your space, you saved it?”
Zhu Ying tilted her head and looked at her.
“Ah, I, uh…”
An Jing wanted to deny it outright, but upon seeing Zhu Ying’s clear eyes, she suddenly couldn’t speak.
Facing someone who could see through her thoughts at any moment, she couldn’t lie at all—who knew if Zhu Ying was reading An Jing’s thoughts right now?
“Can your phone take selfies?” she asked with a beaming smile.
“Yes… What for?”
“Lend it to me?”
An Jing’s body didn’t resist at all.
She picked up the phone from the table and handed it to her.
“How do you use this?”
“Just fold down the lower half, twist it this way, and the camera faces forward…”
“No matter how many times I see it, this phone feels amazing.”
She couldn’t help but feel a little proud, “I think I’m the only one in the whole school who has it.”
“Mm… Alright, like this, and then—why are you standing so far away?”
“What for…?”
“I’m your girlfriend now, can’t we be a little closer?”
“Ah… I thought you were just joking…”
An Jing made a clumsy excuse.
“I am joking.”
Zhu Ying blinked.
“You should be my girlfriend instead~”
“Huh—?!”
Seeing An Jing unwilling to move closer, Zhu Ying took the initiative, leaning in until the two petite girls were pressed together, as if they could hear each other’s heartbeats.
“Click.”
The camera captured this momentary scene, In the picture, An Jing’s gaze was somewhat evasive, her hands seemingly unsure where to rest, while Zhu Ying wore a slight, sweet smile, like a refreshing mint candy.
She fiddled with An Jing’s phone for a bit, setting the photo as the wallpaper before returning it.
“You’ll use this from now on.”
“Huh? Eh?”
An Jing stared blankly at the two girls close together on the phone, feeling a strange disconnect, as if the person in the photo wasn’t actually her.
When she looked up, she realized her QQ had been logged in at some point, and Zhu Ying’s QQ Space was open.
Zhu Ying’s Space had several albums, almost all of which were accessible, but one was password-protected.
“What’s this for?”
“You’ll know in a bit,” she said mysteriously, quickly typing a string of characters, then hitting
Enter to access the locked album.
Immediately, An Jing’s face flushed crimson.
The album contained genuine private photos.
All the clothing worn was sleepwear that revealed her upper thighs.
In one of the most enticing photos, she wore a thin, sheer white gauze dress, of an unknown material that appeared semi-transparent, subtly revealing the tender pink skin underneath…
It looked as if she might be wearing something beneath, or perhaps nothing at all.
Zhu Ying right-clicked it and set it as the desktop wallpaper directly from the web page.
“Wow?!”
“Let’s use this one; this one’s the prettiest.”
“N-not really… too much…”
Zhu Ying’s small face also showed a slight blush.
She suddenly glared fiercely at An Jing.
“I’m warning you, don’t show this to anyone else.”
“Huh? But you already set it as the desktop…”
“If others come, change it to something else.”
“This way, you can see me everywhere.”
She seemed quite pleased with this, peeking with a sly smile at An Jing’s face.
“Is it pretty?”
“Gulp…”
The latter didn’t answer, merely swallowed honestly.
“Hmm—let’s play some music? Where’s your player?”
“In that folder…”
“Kuwo Music?”
“Yeah…”
“I usually use Qianqian Jingting.”
“Oh, really…”
An Jing suddenly sat up straight.
“Then I’ll download it for you—”
The two girls’ hands intertwined at that moment.
An Jing’s body instantly became hot, which in turn made Zhu Ying, who hadn’t reacted much until then, also blush.
“You, you… what are you doing?! It’s just touching hands, is it that embarrassing?”
“I-I don’t know… It feels… different than usual…”
“What if it’s like this?”
As if deliberately teasing An Jing, Zhu Ying suddenly clasped An Jing’s small hand, then interlaced their fingers, pressing them tightly together.
“Ugh!”
“Huh…? Can’t move?”
“I, I…”
“Your expression is so cute.”
Zhu Ying stared intently at her with her flirtatious eyes, biting her soft pink lips hard.
“You, like this… make me really want to bully you, you know?”
An Jing’s mouth twitched.
She was just about to pull herself together and show her “manly prowess,” but Zhu Ying pinned her hands down and, with a “thud,” pushed her onto the bed.
The two girls’ hands intertwined at that moment.
An Jing’s body instantly became hot, which in turn made Zhu Ying, who hadn’t reacted much until then, also blush.
“You, you… what are you doing?! It’s just touching hands, is it that embarrassing?”
“I-I don’t know… It feels… different than usual…”
“What if it’s like this?”
As if deliberately teasing An Jing, Zhu Ying suddenly clasped An Jing’s small hand, then interlaced their fingers, pressing them tightly together.
“Ugh!”
***
(2)
“Huh? What kind of girlfriend bullies her boyfriend?”
“Hmm~?”
Zhu Ying nodded thoughtfully, covering her mouth with her small hand, putting on a delicate, fragile act.
“Then… do you want to bully me?”
That pitiful gaze instantly robbed An Jing of her ability to speak.
“Pfft…”
But Zhu Ying couldn’t help it and burst out laughing.
“You, don’t think I’m really scared.”
“Oh really? Then prove you’re not scared? Do you dare?”
“Cough!! A good man doesn’t fight with women!”
“Still don’t dare, huh?”
“Who said that, who said that!!”
An Jing indignantly pressed down on Zhu Ying’s shoulders, but didn’t make any move for a full three minutes—her cheeks were burning with embarrassment, and she frantically turned away, ultimately not daring to do anything.
WE ARE MOVING AT HIGH SPEEDS ✨️🔥✨️🔥🎉🎉 Also, I didn’t expect An Jing to be such a bottom lmao
Thanks for the chapter!