The Literature Club’s activity room was something he had deliberately preserved, along with the entire Literature Club itself.
His aunt happened to hold some influence at the school he attended; keeping a club that only existed in name, not applying for activity funds, and requiring just an empty classroom was no difficult task.
As long as no troublemakers appeared within the Literature Club, it could continue to exist indefinitely.
Oh, wait—once Xiao Yi’an graduated, it was supposed to be disbanded.
Given the current situation, if he wanted to, becoming the Literature Club president was just a fleeting thought.
But he couldn’t, because the position of president was meant to be reserved for that person. Others might unknowingly take the position, but he was not allowed to.
Arriving at the activity room’s door, Xiao Yi’an dug through his pocket and pulled out the keychain hanging with the Literature Club’s room key.
He wasn’t going to stop coming to the Literature Club just because Ye Qingchang had confessed to him.
After all, he hadn’t originally joined the Literature Club because of Ye Qingchang. Now, everything was pulled back to the starting point, back to the afternoon when he suddenly realized the club president had become a girl.
He had also come to this Literature Club as if to have a silent conversation with the one he loved most but had never met, as if fate itself connected them to spend time together.
Whether Ye Qingchang came to the activity room to attend club events or not was none of his business. He simply went to the room by himself, picked out two books according to that fragment of moonlight’s taste, and read, as if they were shoulder to shoulder, reading the same lines of text.
He pushed open the door, and inside was already a girl with long, straight black hair sitting quietly with a book in her hands.
What concerned Xiao Yi’an was not that Ye Qingchang was already sitting there, but whether the book in her hands was the one he wanted to read.
“Narrow Door.”
If it wasn’t the book he planned to read today, then he could completely ignore Ye Qingchang.
He walked to his usual seat, which was practically on the opposite side from where Ye Qingchang often sat.
That might have been a major reason why the two remained strangers until Ye Qingchang suddenly became a girl.
He pulled a copy of “Wuthering Heights” from the nearby bookshelf and began the Literature Club activity.
“Um…”
Great. Even before he could read two lines, Ye Qingchang began to interrupt him.
He started to reflect on why he once thought Ye Qingchang was nice, when now she seemed almost irritating.
He wasn’t sure if his current mindset was abnormal, or if his past self had been.
Ever since he learned that Ye Qingchang had been pretending to help him pursue his moonlight but was actually pursuing him, he found it hard to trust her words and actions.
But he also knew she hadn’t harmed him, and the methods she offered had some effect. If only she hadn’t mixed in her own selfish desires, it would have been better.
So he didn’t hold a grudge against Ye Qingchang, but he couldn’t completely trust her like he once did as a close friend.
“Say what you want directly.” Xiao Yi’an replied without even looking up at her.
At this moment, he found his aunt’s advice made a lot of sense.
His aunt had warned him to be careful of pretty women; pretty women always lie, and those with small chests lie even more because all the nutrition that should have gone to their chest went to their brain, making them hard not to be smart.
Especially women like Ye Qingchang—beautiful, with a chest as flat as if two screws were nailed onto a steel plate—were the best liars, spinning him around in circles.
“Are you interested in joining the basketball tournament?” Ye Qingchang probed cautiously.
This wasn’t just about gathering players for the tournament that Zhu Niao requested, but also for herself.
She wanted to use this opportunity to prove to Xiao Yi’an that the Literature Club president Ye Qingchang was harmless, hoping to ease his guard toward her.
But Xiao Yi’an seemed to have no trust left for Ye Qingchang, unless he absolutely had to rely on her; otherwise, he probably wouldn’t pay her any mind.
“No.”
Friends—superficial friends—just friends.
Like a few days ago, when Ye Qingchang suddenly got her period, he was at the shallowest level of friendship, only able to offer polite concern. If he had taken the initiative to help, it would have felt like crossing a boundary.
Of course, if Ye Qingchang really needed his help, he would help her.
But since she said she was fine, there was no need for him to read too much into it.
After all, if he went over to help now, not only would he be crossing a line, but it would also feel like stepping into Ye Qingchang’s trap.
If his fragment of moonlight were present and saw him interacting with a girl who confessed to him and was rejected, it would only disappoint her further.
He would always strive to be the person his moonlight liked, never the one she disliked.
“Don’t be so quick to say no. This basketball tournament is an opportunity for you. You can use it to get closer to her. Some girls like guys who play basketball, and from my guess, she should like that too.”
Ye Qingchang, of course, knew her electronic pet had played basketball in high school, though not professionally.
“Your guess?” Xiao Yi’an suddenly smiled. “Then I know—it must be you who likes it.”
Xiao Yi’an was seriously considering kicking Ye Qingchang, the Literature Club president, out of the club. But the club had to have a president, and it couldn’t be him.
Once was forgivable, but after being deceived once, then deceived again—it was as if she thought he was an idiot.
“No.” Ye Qingchang waved her hand. “I just think you should have your own specialty or hobby. Otherwise, you won’t be special enough in her eyes.”
Xiao Yi’an merely looked at her indifferently, silent for a long while.
Because what Ye Qingchang said was true—so far, all his habits and hobbies were just to cater to that fragment of moonlight.
Himself? Long dead.
He decisively gave no response and turned his gaze back to the pages of his book.
Ye Qingchang felt a burning heat on her face.
Since she couldn’t communicate properly with him using her identity as the Literature Club president, she would just switch accounts.
Pouting, she took out her phone and tapped at it irritably.
After a while, Xiao Yi’an’s phone rang.
It was a message sent with special care.
【I find guys who play basketball quite handsome. I remember you used to play basketball too.】
“President.” Xiao Yi’an looked up, “About that basketball tournament you mentioned earlier, is there a team yet?”
Talk about underhanded.
Him constantly thinking about how he would never do anything to be disliked by his moonlight while simultaneously scorning her