Chapter 49 (1/2)

Shi Yan saw the bite on He Nuo’s apple that had already oxidized, yet He Nuo still wasn’t eating it, “You don’t like red delicious apples?”

“I don’t want to eat it.”

Li Mengjiao continued, “Can’t you tell that he doesn’t want to eat it cause your saliva’s on it?”

Shi Yan wouldn’t believe that kind of explanation at all, it sounded too ridiculous to him. But when he saw He Nuo blush and avoid his gaze, He Nuo looked as if his secret had been exposed. Shi Yan immediately got angry and suppressed his voice as he asked, “Is that true? You won’t eat it just cause I took a bite?!”

“No, I don’t like eating red delicious apples.” He Nuo could hear the anger in his voice so he tried to find a reason to explain.

Shi Yan took a golden delicious apple that was sitting at a side, then after he wiped it with his handkerchief he took a bite, “Here, this is a golden delicious one!”

He Nuo helplessly accepted the apple and took a small bite at the other side of it. But Shi Yan s.n.a.t.c.hed it back and turned it to the side that he had taken a bite out from before he placed it near He Nuo’s mouth. He Nuo reluctantly took a bite, then Shi Yan took another before he fed He Nuo the side that had his teeth imprints. He Nuo didn’t want to anger Shi Yan, the guilt he felt over dinner was still bothering him, so he endured his embarra.s.sment as he and Shi Yan finished the apple while taking bites out of it one after the other.

The girls by their side didn’t care about how willing He Nuo was, they only cared about who was sharing such intimacy with Shi Yan. Even if he was a guy, they still felt jealous of him. So after that, the two of them were temporarily less compet.i.tive with one another as they talked about He Nuo and Shi Yan’s friendship. This was something that a lot of students in school were curious about too — no one knew how the friendship between these two had blossomed, how they fell out, and how they miraculously reconciled.

He Nuo wasn’t good at answering this kind of questions. He wasn’t willing to share about the things that had happened between him and Shi Yan. But Shi Yan was really generous as he simply said, “We befriended each other through fights.”

They immediately deduced from his words that it must have been Shi Yan who had hit He Nuo, then suspected that He Nuo got scared after his beating so he became Shi Yan’s lackey. These guesses were deemed to be right after a round of questioning. He Nuo didn’t agree with their way of thinking, so he didn’t pay much attention to them and he had a cold look on his face that he didn’t know how to conceal.

Yet Shi Yan laughed and tugged on He Nuo’s sleeve, then pretended to act as he said to the girls, “We fought with words, not fists. I didn’t take advantage of him at all, and in any case this guy is now my grand master. Right, master?”

Within all the nonsense he was spouting, there was some truth and some lies to it so He Nuo didn’t answer him. But he knew very clearly that Shi Yan’s intention was to give him face, protect his dignity and shelter him. He couldn’t express his thanks in front of others, so he could only remember this kindness in his heart as he looked at Shi Yan with eyes full of grat.i.tude. Meanwhile, Shi Yan made eyes at him and threw him another wink. He Nuo’s heart rate suddenly accelerated.

Zhou Yue called out, “Yan Ge, we’re still here and yet the two of you are making eyes at each other. I don’t care, throw me a wink too.”

Shi Yan said with a smile, “He Nuo, now you see how amazing my winks are? Hurry and call me master, then I’ll teach you how to throw one to Zhou Yue.”

“I only know how to throw mothb.a.l.l.s and camphor b.a.l.l.s.” He Nuo rolled his eyes — he really can throw mothb.a.l.l.s (TN: if this was too confusing, He Nuo was joking that he can only throw mothb.a.l.l.s = roll his mothball eyes), coupled with his expressionless face and emotionless voice, this was the true highlight of his cold joke1. As they looked at how serious he was, Shi Yan and Li Mengjiao burst out laughing. Only the Zhou Yue who had been hit by a mothball looked all gloomy and constipated.