She and Jiang Xiao were now inextricably linked, a community of shared destiny.
If she went to the restroom, Jiang Xiao…
Of course, he’d have to go with her!
Song Qiuyu suddenly felt a little dizzy.
She squeezed her legs together, and her raised bottom slowly settled back onto the hard stool.
Her small hand picked up the blue ballpoint pen again, her knuckles clenching tightly.
Certain parts of her body were filled with urgency from not being able to find immediate relief, even bringing with them some strange sensations.
Her body, which had never fully experienced such a situation, had never had to hold it in like this.
Her legs trembled slightly and helplessly, terrified that something worse might happen!
In the scorching September heat, if her underwear got stained with an odor, it would undoubtedly be utterly disastrous!
Song Qiuyu’s neck flushed slightly, and her lips were tightly pressed together, determined to hold it in.
Everyone else was listening to the lecture or doing things they found enjoyable, but she alone sat on the stool, pretending to study diligently, while in reality, she was holding it in because she didn’t dare to go to the restroom for a quick pee.
How shameful!
The urgency to relieve herself deepened the sense of shame.
She felt like a child about to drown in the sea, both anxious and embarrassed, and gradually, a little exasperated.
The sensation grew stronger.
Song Qiuyu’s gaze was firm as she tried even harder to pretend to be a good student, taking notes.
It wouldn’t end like this!
She glanced at her phone, which still showed no response, praying internally that the Drama Club president would see her message soon.
The thought of being handcuffed to Jiang Xiao for an unknown duration, of having to stay together no matter what they did next, made her scalp tingle.
Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jiang Xiao pick up his water cup with his usable hand.
Song Qiuyu’s pupils dilated slightly.
Jiang Xiao opened the cup lid, tilted his head back, and brought his lips to the rim, water continuously flowing into his mouth.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he took several gulps.
The soft but clear sounds of swallowing distinctly reached Song Qiuyu’s ears.
The urgency she had been suppressing as if receiving a wrong signal, scared her into unconsciously clamping her thighs even tighter.
She bit her silver teeth together, her breath trembling, and forced herself to concentrate on the professor’s lecture from the stage.
Jiang Xiao didn’t notice her abnormality.
After drinking water, he put down the cup and continued listening to the lecture.
Cold sweat streamed down Song Qiuyu’s cheeks.
The discomfort in certain parts of her body intensified.
Unable to sit still, like someone fighting for survival in a desperate situation, she stubbornly turned her gaze to her phone for what felt like the umpteenth time.
Time passed so slowly.
The class was less than two-thirds over, but she clearly felt like a century had passed!
The Drama Club president still hadn’t replied!
No…
What are you doing, President? Look at your messages!
Song Qiuyu roared internally.
“Song Qiuyu.”
Suddenly, the female professor on stage called out her name for an answer.
This class was university English.
Song Qiuyu was startled for a moment, her face suddenly turning ugly.
It seemed she had leaked, just a little.
“Uh…”
Cold sweat broke out on her back, her legs were trembling, and half of her face was already flushed.
It truly was pouring when it rained. In such a large classroom, with so many people, why did she get called on?
She lowered her small hand to check.
Her outer pants were currently fine, but inside, she had been defeated by the “navy,” how miserable.
Fortunately, she had been listening to the lecture.
Song Qiuyu sighed in relief, but the sigh caused her entire body to tremble slightly.
Certain parts of her body could no longer withstand even the slightest fright.
“Song Qiuyu? Is Song Qiuyu not here?”
The female professor called out again.
“Here! I’m here!”
Song Qiuyu quickly responded, gritting her teeth, and carefully stood up from her seat.
As she rose, she slowly let the handcuffed hand hang by her side, preventing the silver chain from making any sound.
Jiang Xiao noticed her caution, glanced at her, and was momentarily stunned when he saw how much she was sweating.
“Come, translate this passage and answer the question it asks.”
“Okay, Professor.”
Song Qiuyu’s body was stiff, and she didn’t dare to make any large movements, only nodding gently.
She looked at the English passage on the blackboard, but her mind was blank. She stared at it dazedly for a while.
“Song Qiuyu,” Jiang Xiao suddenly whispered her name.
Song Qiuyu lowered her eyes in a daze.
She saw Jiang Xiao push his own book towards her. On the blank space of the page, written in fairly neat handwriting, was the answer she needed.
“…”
Song Qiuyu suddenly recalled some middle school memories.
Back then, the homework she copied was mostly Jiang Xiao’s, and whenever she was called on to answer questions in class, it was usually Jiang Xiao who saved her.
Having a top student as a deskmate truly was a blessing.
She adjusted her posture, trying her best to endure the discomfort in certain parts of her body, and tried to memorize the answer on the page as much as possible.
Then, she looked up and answered the teacher.
She passed perfectly.
As she sat back down on the stool, Song Qiuyu was even more careful than when she stood up, daring to lower her bottom as lightly as possible.
“Thanks just now, Jiang Xiao.”
Song Qiuyu thanked him as soon as she sat down.
Jiang Xiao was about to say something, but seeing her cautious demeanor, he swallowed his words and remained silent.
The class bell rang.
Song Qiuyu’s endurance reached its limit.
“Jiang Xiao, I have a stomachache, I think I have diarrhea. Can you come with me…”
Song Qiuyu clutched her stomach, looking at Jiang Xiao with experienced, pleading eyes, speaking pitifully.
Jiang Xiao’s lips moved slightly, and he agreed.
Outside the men’s restroom stall, Song Qiuyu didn’t dare to hesitate or be delicate for a second. She pulled open the stall door and stepped inside.
Jiang Xiao silently turned his back.
The length of the handcuff chain was limited. To allow the person in the stall the most freedom of movement, he directly extended his hand inside.
“…”
Song Qiuyu couldn’t care about anything else. She quickly pulled down her pants and squatted.
There were only the two of them in the men’s restroom.
The sudden sound of water was clear and distinct.
Song Qiuyu buried her flushed face in her hands, while Jiang Xiao outside the door was deep in thought.
The pressure completely relieved, she took her hands away and looked down, completely defeated!
If she had waited any longer, even her outer pants might not have been spared.
Girls’ endurance in this area was simply too weak!
She slowly stood up, intending to take off her yellow chick pajama bottoms first.
The hygiene education she received since childhood didn’t allow her to continue wearing wet clothes.
“Huh?”
The silver chain swayed continuously with her pants-removing motion, and Jiang Xiao frowned inexplicably.
“Song Qiuyu, what are you doing?”
“Uh-uh.”
One leg was already out of the pant leg.
Song Qiuyu froze, her entire body stiff as if frozen by ice, and a chill ran down her spine.
As expected, this movement couldn’t be hidden from Jiang Xiao.
What to do, what to do…
Wait, maybe there’s still a way to salvage this!
She bit her lip, forcing down the shame.
Her body temperature suddenly rose by more than ten degrees, and in this heat, she became shy.
“I, I actually don’t have a stomachache. It was an accident… I was holding in my pee and then it leaked…”
Took a page right off Onimai’s handbook