Chapter 10 (2/2)

“Yeah, so?” I wanted to laugh so hard seeing that face of his. “Look at where I am now, just running a tiny shop back home.” I was probably the one doing the worst in my graduating year.

“It’s good enough. You’re your own boss and you like what you do. Those people working in those companies may look nice and fancy but at the end of the day, they’re still workin’ for someone else and they could get fired whenever. I don’t see the big deal in that. Plus they don’t make that much either…”

Huh, this guy had only gone for a few days but sure sounded like a smarta.s.s now.

“So why are you working there?”

“I got no other choice!” He glared menacingly at me and beat me on the chest with his fist. “All you do is judge me. I’m lucky ‘nough to have a place to go to. I can’t be picky.”

“You’re good enough.” You really are.

He looked at me before lowering his head, his neck a bit red. “Only you’d say that,” he breathed.

Really? I hooked my arm over his shoulder and planted a kiss on his neck when I saw no one was around.

His hand, one more youthful than mine, grabbed mine. “Don’t tease me ‘cause it’s your turn next!”

Sure. I shrugged. Come and get it.

That got him happier than a kid on Christmas.

We took a turn into the school. The students were on holiday and there were only a few old grandpas and grannies exercising on the field.

The school had built an all-new, modern dormitory but it had no personality at all. None of us old graduates liked it.

The brat was in a better mood and was looking around the school. “d.a.m.n, this school’s really somethin’. The tech school I was at before was so s.h.i.+tty. They were all a bunch of hooligans and I was their boss. You know, I actually came once to settle the score with a f.u.c.ker. He stole Lin Dongfu’s cousin’s gal. The dweeb f.u.c.king peed his pants before I even lifted a finger.”

I was witness to his prowess so it was easy to picture the confident and violent him.

Had he changed now? Watching him brag about his old adventures like a kid with a new toy, I found it so adorable for some reason.

I didn’t know why.

“Whatcha smilin’ for? Huh?” He stepped on my foot. So violent. “Quit laughin’. I know you look down on me. You’re a university grad and I’m just a hooligan. Hmmph!” He turned his nose the other way.

I wasn’t sure if he was really mad. I poked his arm.

“You’re a university graduate too. Didn’t you get that–”

“Bulls.h.i.+t! You’re judging me, aren’t you! Just you wait, Qian Jiying. I’m gonna even the score tonight.”

I saw that people were beginning to notice us and pulled him away.

He began telling me, a bit delightedly but also a bit shyly, that he studied like his life depended on it—computer programming, mathematics, English and everything—all because of that “study hard” that I had said to him.

When we pa.s.sed by the gates of the school, he suddenly became a bit depressed. “I could’ve made it into this place, actually, if only…”

“Huh?”

However, he didn’t continue. There were some things he was going to keep confidential after all.

Was it–

Suddenly, his phone started ringing. He had chosen the ringtone himself—The Bund—but it was not the chorus. He said it showed his “unique taste.”

He glanced at me before picking up the call quietly and hanging up soon after. Before I could ask, he said something came up at the company and they wanted him back.

Go then.

He bit my shoulder really hard before he left. “Just wait ‘til I get back!” He growled.

I wondered when he would get back.

And I became a bit depressed, too.

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