Inside the room, Xiang Di ignored him.
Just saying he had no taste was enough to break him. Was it really that serious?
“The photos, I’ll take them eventually. Why are you so anxious?” Xiang Di retorted, “Basically, you just don’t have confidence. You know a college senior can’t compete with an eighteen-year-old high school boy, so you’re nervous.”
“Ha! No confidence?” Xiang Sheng said, “With my looks and aura, believe me, if I show up at your school, it’ll cause a sensation. The boys will all be so ashamed they’ll hang themselves.”
Xiang Di was too lazy to respond.
Hanging themselves? No, but a little stir, sure.
The last time Xiang Sheng came to her school to deliver cream puffs, he just stood at the school gate during lunch break, and someone happened to snap a photo and post it on the School Confession Wall.
The post read: 【Just saw a total handsome guy at the school gate this noon! Anyone know him? Help a sister out! Anonymous anonymous anonymous thanks】
Comment 1: 【Isn’t that the popular beauty blogger sandman on Douyin?】
Comment 2: 【I follow him on Douyin, thought he looked good because of lighting and filters, but turns out he really looks that good?】
Comment 3: 【Wait, is he from our school?】
Comment 4: 【No way, not wearing a school uniform, and his profile says he’s from the Science and Technology University. Probably here looking for someone.】
Comment 5: 【Does he have a girlfriend in our school?】
Comment 6: 【Isn’t he single?】
Comment 7: 【Almost all beauty bloggers on Douyin claim to be single. How do we know for sure?】
Comment 8: 【So handsome, looks like a character from a Korean manhwa.】
Comment 9: 【Wonder who’s more handsome, BJX or him?】
Xiang Di had replied with a small account under that comment: 【Obviously BJX, okay? Our campus hottie can’t lose to some random internet celebrity. If BJX went online, he’d be way more popular than sandman.】
She sounded like an ultra fangirl and got quite a few likes.
Later, people started talking about the new mixed-race boy in grade 12. Most knew about him but didn’t know his name.
The comment section analyzed everything—facial features, height, aura. When someone said Xiang Sheng was even more handsome than Bo Jiangxin and Zhou Linxiao, Xiang Di just wanted to sneer. Stupid fans, obviously stupid fans, how else could they be blinded by a nobody like Xiang Sheng?
Though she had fiercely dissed Xiang Sheng in the confession wall’s comments to defend Bo Jiangxin, she was still a little proud inside when people said Xiang Sheng was handsome.
Of course, she’d never tell him that—not wanting him to get too full of himself.
Outside, Xiang Sheng called for a while without response and then threatened, “You’re playing dead, huh? Fine, if your parents are busy at the parent-teacher meeting and don’t come, your classmates will all think you’re an orphan. Don’t come begging me to go.”
Xiang Di: “Don’t worry, I’d rather have them think I’m an orphan than know you’re my brother.”
“……&…&”
As if he was the only one who could go to the parent-teacher meeting. Didn’t he forget she had an aunt she got along with best?
Xiang Di put on her headphones, blocking out Xiang Sheng’s annoyed words, and video called her aunt.
The moment the video connected, Xiang Di stepped back to show her outfit to her aunt.
Before she even asked, her aunt said, “Whoa, where’d this pretty girl come from?”
Her aunt, Luo Yayi, was an art student with impeccable taste.
She was naturally good at dressing well, with a model’s figure, stunning features, and a face that looked flawless even without makeup.
If anyone had better taste than internet celebrity Xiang Sheng, it was professional art student Luo Yayi.
Luo Yayi gave Xiang Di some styling advice—sometimes a great outfit depended on the small details and accessories.
Following her aunt’s guidance, Xiang Di looked at herself on the video and hesitated. “Is this too much?”
“Not at all, just normal casual wear for shopping.”
“But I’m not going shopping. Tomorrow I’m just going down a floor…”
“Then why ask me for advice? Running into your ex downstairs while taking out the trash?”
“… I don’t have an ex.”
“No ex, then crush?”
That was a direct hit from an experienced adult.
Seeing Xiang Di silent, Luo Yayi suddenly asked softly, “Straight Tree-kun?”
Xiang Di had only ever mentioned “Straight Tree-kun” to her aunt vaguely once, early in high school—just that there was a very handsome, smart boy in her grade who was like a real-life version of Straight Tree-kun from dramas.
She thought she was being subtle, but Luo Yayi’s experience meant she immediately guessed the truth.
Knowing “Straight Tree-kun” was the secret crush, Luo Yayi never pressed for details, just quietly called him that when talking to Xiang Di.
Xiang Di whispered, “Auntie, do you think I’m overdressing in front of him? Will he notice I’m deliberately dressing up for him?”
Luo Yayi: “So you don’t want him to know you’re dressing up?”
“No, I just want… to casually surprise him when he thinks I’m not dressed up.”
Luo Yayi chuckled twice, “You’re quite the schemer.”
Xiang Di didn’t deny it.
After all, liking someone, caring about someone, wanting them to see you—that’s why there are these so-called “schemes.”
The next day was Sunday. Early in the morning, Xiang Di didn’t sleep in.
She got up early, took a shower, changed clothes, and applied some still good, not expired, no-makeup cream to her face.
Finally, she put on a natural lip balm to ensure her face looked very natural, with no makeup feel.
Only then did she calmly write her test while waiting for Bo Jiangxin’s message.
She waited until almost ten o’clock. The cream puffs downstairs were almost ready, and the phone screen lit up.
Quickly grabbing it, she was relieved—it was a message from Bo Jiangxin.
Bo Jiangxin: 【I’m almost there.】
Replying too quickly would seem too eager, so Xiang Di counted to sixty in her head before answering: 【Okay, I’m coming down now.】
Bo Jiangxin: 【Mm.】
Fortunately, Xiang Sheng had stayed up late again last night and was still asleep in his room, so Xiang Di slipped out easily.
This was the first time she’d wear private clothes to meet Bo Jiangxin. Yesterday, she and her aunt had discussed at length how to dress both naturally and impressively, finally settling on this outfit.
She usually tied her hair at school, so her aunt suggested she wear it down to give boys a different feeling. The school uniforms were all oversized, hiding her figure, so her aunt recommended a more fitted outfit.
As for other accessories, none were needed—an innocent, fresh face, smooth long hair, and a slim, delicate figure were enough for an eighteen-year-old girl.
Standing outside her apartment gate, she guessed Bo Jiangxin would take a taxi and kept an eye on the cars by the roadside.
Until someone beside her asked, “What are you looking at?”
As she turned her head, her loose hair was blown across her face by the wind. She quickly tucked it behind her ear and smiled at him.
Bo Jiangxin was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes to avoid looking at her face, and then noticed her outfit.
She wasn’t wearing her school uniform.
He pursed his lips but didn’t say anything.
Xiang Di was also stunned the moment she saw him.
He hadn’t taken a taxi but had come riding an electric scooter.
Someone from a Rolls-Royce family would ride a little electric scooter?
The thought flashed in her mind, but looking closer at his all-black casual outfit—loose hoodie and pants, one hand on the handlebar, long legs on the ground holding the scooter steady—he wore a cap, so only his pale, handsome face was visible.
It proved that whether someone was handsome had nothing to do with the car they drove.
Oh my, how lucky to see Bo Jiangxin in casual clothes riding a little scooter in this lifetime.
Xiang Di fought back her racing heart and said,
“… I thought you’d take a taxi, so I was looking at cars.”
“Weekend traffic is bad; electric scooter’s more convenient,” Bo Jiangxin said. “Can you park near your gate?”
“Oh, there’s a scooter parking lot nearby where you can park and charge. I’ll show you the way.”
She quickly walked over to him to lead the way.
Not wanting Bo Jiangxin to push the scooter alone, she sped up to walk ahead.
Suddenly, Bo Jiangxin said, “Get on.”
Get on? Where? On him?
Xiang Di almost blurted it out, but thankfully caught herself. Bo Jiangxin meant she should get on the scooter so she could guide him.
Her skirt was long enough to sit sideways, but sitting sideways made it hard to keep balanced.
After a few meters, Bo Jiangxin felt her shifting weight, and she clung to the back of the scooter instead of holding onto him.
Bo Jiangxin stopped and said, “Hold onto me.”
Hold onto where? Down there?
Xiang Di was sick of her own naughty thoughts. She “oh”ed softly and cautiously grabbed the hem of his hoodie, only a little.
Bo Jiangxin was a bit speechless, “That’s no different from not holding on. Hold on tight.”
Xiang Di said, “Uh, I’m afraid I’ll wrinkle your clothes.”
His hoodie looked pretty expensive; the logo was some luxury brand? She had seen the same brand in Xiang Sheng’s shopping cart—crazy expensive, which was why Xiang Sheng never ordered it.
Bo Jiangxin was silent for a few seconds, then said, “… Just hug me.”
Tetete…!
Xiang Di looked at his waist in disbelief.
She carefully stretched out both arms and gently wrapped them around him like a rare treasure, but only dared to hug, not press close.
Bo Jiangxin looked down at her little hands locked tightly around his waist.
It was useless. His hoodie was thick, and she didn’t dare to hug him tightly.
Whatever. He looked away and drove forward to park.
At an intersection on a small road, there was a speed bump to prevent accidents. He slowed down as he passed, but the scooter still bounced.
Xiang Di, lost in thought, didn’t notice and was suddenly startled, thinking she was about to fall. She instinctively tightened her grip and pressed against him.
Her hands on the handlebar also clenched tight. Bo Jiangxin’s eyes widened slightly, completely stunned.
Oh my god, my husband’s waist is so firm and slim, no extra fat at all.
My short arms can fully wrap around him with room to spare—such a dog waist, ssha ssha, I’m drooling.
Can’t imagine how strong and powerful this waist must be in bed. Dark God Gunara, woohoo! Dog waist transforms, electric motor starts, tut tut tut—
Before the motor finished, Xiang Di was scared by the speed bump and stopped imagining.
She quickly realized her face and chest were accidentally pressed against Bo Jiangxin’s back and hurriedly moved away.
Bo Jiangxin: “……”
So it really works to increase the contact area.
Long-lost husband, long-lost rough words. Not hearing them for a day felt like three autumns. Such a waste of her fresh and lovely outfit today.
The groundhog was still the groundhog.
Two short words of inner thoughts, and he would spend a lifetime healing them