A chapter from my co-translator will be coming up next. He.. he.. he….
Because Sheng Renxing had to send his phone to be repaired, they became more and more delayed – it was half past nine by the time they arrived at the square.
With the exception of Dong Qiu, everyone else was already there.
They were sitting on the stone steps waiting for them – each person’s eyes were blazing.
To be precise, they were blazing for the breakfast they had been waiting for, currently being held by Sheng Renxing and Xing Ye.
After the two arrived, the group didn’t say a word, looting the bags of breakfast.
Huang Mao took a sip of hot soy milk and felt as though his whole person had come back to life, beginning to complain again: “Why is this not from Yonghe?” He looked around at the buns and dan bing that people were eating, and was puzzled, “Didn’t I say I wanted to have shou zhua bing?”
Xing Ye just glanced at him before he continued to sip his soy milk as if he hadn’t heard – as if it wasn’t him who had asked what everyone wanted to eat this morning.
“Give it back if you aren’t going to eat it.” Sheng Renxing looked at him coldly – saying that it was him who had paid.
Huang Mao laughed hurriedly and bit into the egg roll, giving him a thumbs up: “Today’s dan bing is exceptiona-” He had wanted to say delicious, but when he got a taste of it in his mouth he froze for a moment, bowing his head to look at the egg roll – the egg roll with only one layer of egg and one layer of skin. “…Exceptionally light!”
“Was running out of time, forgot to add more ingredients. Make do with it and buy something else later.” Stuffing one in his mouth, he reached for a bun.
Huang Mao did not speak.
Sheng Renxing was always unable to eat anything in the morning, so he just had a steamed bun with soy milk.
When he looked up, he saw Chen Ying, who was eating and looking at Cui Xiaoxiao and the other girl sitting next to her.
The two girls were sitting down on the stone and playing with their phones, not eating – at the beginning, when Xing Ye had texted to ask what everyone wanted for breakfast, they had been too embarrassed to open their mouths. Later, when Sheng Renxing asked Chen Ying, he hadn’t asked them either.
Originally, they just thought that if they didn’t eat, they would lose weight, but after watching the group of hungry boys devour their breakfast, they became hungry as well.
Chen Ying kept on glancing at them, as if he had fleas on his body. After a while, he finally gathered the courage to-
“Ah, have you eaten?” Huang Mao suddenly asked Cui Xiaoxiao.
Cui Xiaoxiao looked up to see what was left on the table and replied: “I have.”
“What did you eat?” Huang Mao was heartless, as he was used to usually being careless with her: “Don’t you know how to bring some for your brother?”
Cui Xiaxiao, who was starving, glanced at him.
However, suddenly Xing Ye spoke: “Do you want the steamed buns?”
There were still three steamed buns and one egg roll left on the table – originally, Xing Ye had deliberately bought more because he had predicted that Sheng Renxing wouldn’t eat much in the morning so there would still be food left to eat when he was feeling hungry on the road.
However, Sheng Renxing didn’t seem to like the place they got the food from, evident by the frown he was wearing as he swallowed the bun.
Huang Mao: “She said she’s already eat-”
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Jiang Jing emptied the contents of another plastic bag: “You can eat these as well – when we’re going to Wuhu you’ll be in the car for an hour, you’ll definitely be hungry.”
The other girl, Fang Xiaoting, who wasn’t familiar with the group, asked in a low voice: “Aren’t these for Dong Qiu? What if we eat his share?”
Huang Mao waved his hand: “He’s this late and still wants to eat breakfast? He can go eat dick.”
Jiang Jing clapped him on the back: “There are girls, be civilised.”
The two girls thanked them. Fang Xiaoting wanted to thank Xing Ye as well, but in the blink of an eye, he had already turned to Sheng Renxing with the remaining bun: “Are you sure you don’t want to eat it? You’ll be hungry later.”
Sheng Renxing frowned and shook his head, euphemistically saying: “It’s better to be hungry than to throw up.”
Bun = induced vomiting.
Fang Xiaoting, holding a vomit-inducing bun: “…”
Dong Qiu arrived after several people had already finished eating in the cold wind.
As soon as he arrived, he said: “The driver just called me – the car’s here; it’ll stop in the front, so we can just go up.” After he finished speaking he bowed his head to look at the rest of the breakfast on the table: “Fuck! Were you feeding the birds?”
Before the two girls had the time to be embarrassed, Jiang Jing shoved the rest of the food into his arms very quickly: “We’ve done our best to leave you a bite, so hurry up, everyone was waiting for you.”
While they were walking, Sheng Renxing glanced at Dong Qiu several times, and felt like this man was too real to show his face. He usually looked at his unbranded clothes, and didn’t expect that he was actually an invisible rich second generation.
After thinking about it, he told Xing Ye.
Xing Ye was stunned for a moment: “Who told you that?”
“Isn’t he letting his driver take us?” If a family could afford a driver, it was definitely impossible for them to be poor.
“…” Xing Ye paused, then looked at Sheng Renxing with a serious face, checking if he was joking. Then he pursed his lips, restraining his laughter: “Yes.”
After another pause, he raised his hand and pinched Sheng Renxing’s shoulder: “Smart.”
Sheng Renxing: “?”
It wasn’t until they reached the cars that he realised he was wrong.
These drivers, who were sitting in two tattered cars, smoking and without an ounce of respect for Dong Qiu, didn’t look like drivers from the other side at all!
Sheng Renxing turned to stare at Xing Ye.
Xing Ye said frankly: “I’m not saying anything.”
The group were divided into the two cars, where there was a strong stench of smoke.
One of the drivers half-opened the window to put one arm outside, chatting enthusiastically with Jiang Jing who was in the passenger seat.
Sheng Renxing was sitting in the back, still arguing with Xing Ye. There were three people in the backseat – Sheng Renxing was in the middle, while Chen Ying was on the other side.
All Chen Ying could see was Sheng Renxing’s back profile as the two of them whispered together.
In the past, before Sheng Renxing had arrived, he had always thought that Xing Ye was the type of person who didn’t talk much.
After all, everytime he caught sight of the other, Xing Ye would have a cold expression of “don’t want to talk”.
He had a very strong temperament.
Even after that, because of Sheng Renxing, the two had been in contact a few times, but it was never for a long time and Xing Ye still wouldn’t say much, so Chen Ying hadn’t been able to see anything different.
Who knew that the two had been whispering like this since the first time they met. Chen Ying only knew Sheng Renxing a little bit, and because of Cui Xiaoxiao, he naturally followed him into the car.
He originally wanted to talk to Sheng Renxing during the ride, but until now, he couldn’t get a word into their conversation.
Though he couldn’t exactly hear what they were saying, he could vaguely hear things like “Did you do it on purpose?”, and “Under repair.” or something.
Before Chen Ying had a chance to think about their words, he saw Sheng Renxing suddenly punch Xing Ye.
Xing Ye reacted very quickly, grabbing his hand – the two of them were fighting in this tiny space.
Chen Ying scooted to the side in horror: what was going on?! Why did he suddenly hit him?!
The two of them were making a racket, causing the driver in the front to notice them. He turned his head and glanced at them: “Hey, hey, what are you doing!”
Jiang Jing also turned his head to look at them, and then turned back around indifferently, saying to the driver: “It’s okay, they’re just messing around.”
This driver was chatty, and screamed in a strange way: “I thought they were fighting!” He then raised his voice: “Don’t hit me in my car, if you hit me, you’ll be kicked out!”
Jiang Jing laughed and reached into his pocket. He took out a pack of cigarettes and skillfully handed one to the driver, continuing to chat with him.
Then he turned to look at Chen Ying: “Want one?”
Although Chen Ying smoked, it was too infrequent for him to have an addiction. However, after thinking about having to spend the whole day with them, he subconsciously took one.
Then Jiang Jing offered the same to Xing Ye: “What about you two?”
Xing Ye was headlocking Sheng Renxing using his left elbow, and with the other hand pulled his clothes over Sheng Renxing’s head, pressing him firmly against himself and binding him. Hearing Jiang Jing, he looked up and then let go of Sheng Renxing’s neck to take the cigarette from Jiang Jing’s hand.
Sheng Renxing got up, pulled Xing Ye’s coat off of his head, and didn’t even pause to catch his breath before glaring at Xing Ye fiercely, gritting his teeth: “You cheated!”
“I didn’t.” Xing Ye touched his pockets, but didn’t feel his lighter. He looked at the coat currently in Sheng Renxing’s arms.
Sheng Renxing touched the pockets, finding a half-used lighter. He held it tightly in his hand and looked at Xing Ye: “You cheated!”
“…” Xing Ye nodded, took the lighter from his hand, and said perfunctorily: “I cheated.”
Sheng Renxing’s eyebrows relaxed.
Chen Ying sitting next to him was amazed. He didn’t bring a lighter, but he was too embarrassed to ask them whether he could borrow it. He could only hold the cigarette in his hand and lower his head to play on his phone.
However, before he even finished typing a single sentence, he saw a hand stretched out towards him. He looked up and saw Xing Ye, still expressionless, handing him the lighter.
He thanked him, lit his cigarette, and handed the lighter back to him.
Then he watched as Xing Ye took his hand back very naturally –
to rest it on Sheng Renxing’s shoulder.
After this scene, Chen Ying relaxed a little, feeling that these people were actually very easy to get along with. Seeing Sheng Renxing lowering his head and playing with his mobile phone, he couldn’t help but ask,
“Brother Sheng, don’t you smoke?”
He remembered that Sheng Renxing usually smoked.
Sheng Renxing replied with an “um”: “I don’t smoke after I wake up in the morning.”
Actually, he didn’t like this brand of cigarettes.
It took more than an hour to get to Wuhu from Xuancheng.
Several people were chatting and smoking in the car, calling Huang Mao and the others in front.
After talking for a bit on the phone, it turned out that in the other car, they were playing cards.
It was very noisy.
Huang Mao had just lost a game, and was shouting for Xing Ye to switch cars to help him win it back.
Xing Ye had also rolled down the window – he rested his elbow on it, flicked the ash, looked out the window, and exhaled a puff of smoke.
After Sheng Renxing had replied to the message on his phone, he switched apps, raised his hand, and took a photo.
Xing Ye turned his head to look at him – the wind was blowing hard outside, howling, and half of his cigarette was being shared with it.
Xing Ye retracted his hand, bringing the cigarette to his lips.
When he was about to touch it, Sheng Renxing suddenly leaned over, took his hand, moved it slightly aside, looked in Xing Ye’s eyes, and slowly sucked in the puff of smoke.
The two were very close to each other.
This cigarette was really not easy to smoke – Sheng Renxing frowned, a reminder of why he despised this brand.
He sat back, enduring it, and in the process his cheek inadvertently brushed Xing Ye’s lips.
Xing Ye kept looking at him – he saw the slight frown when he was smoking, and, after retreating, Sheng Renxing looked a little embarrassed and spit out the cigarette at him.
the push and pull is too cute
just kiss you two 😍
thank you for the translation
push and pull +1 :^))
Oh my heart!! The tension!!!!!!
The chemistry… the tension… these two fools…
Thanks for the chapter ❤️❤️