Xing Ye pulled down the hat of his raincoat to protect himself from the rain, lowered his eyes, and did not answer him – a silent refusal.
Sheng Renxing blinked as if he had already expected the answer, and continued to ask undeterred: “If I really did it, would you be angry?”
Xing Ye was stunned – he pursed his lips, raising his head to touch the tip of his nose. He shook his head.
In the next second, Sheng Renxing stepped forward, leaning towards him and kissing him quickly.
Then he stepped back, his eyes curved with laughter: “You said you wouldn’t be angry!”
After a pause, Xing Ye pulled up the zipper of his jacket all the way to the top, covering the lower half of his face, and said to Sheng Renxing: “Let’s go.”
Amusement parks were still just as fun – when he was a child, his mother often took him to various amusement parks. When he grew up, he made friends with people like Qiu Datou who often indulged in fun, and so he continued to go to different places.
So he knew from experience that there was always something more fun to be doing than going on a rollercoaster.
But, because he was with Xing Ye, the ride that normally wouldn’t have interested him became interesting.
After all, the point of amusement parks was not the rides themselves, but the people who you went with.
At noon, they planned to meet with Huang Mao and the others in the restaurant.
The restaurant was very large – there were indoor pirate ships as well as bumper cars to play around on.
However, the two had already played several games in the morning – at this time, they were a little tired and so instead chose to sit down, chatting with each other.
Sheng Renxing was particularly tired – he hadn’t gotten enough sleep yesterday, and they had just finished watching 3D animations during the last ride. Now, he was leaning on the back of his chair, staring at the people coming and going in front of him, and gradually fell asleep.
It was only when Huang Mao and the others arrived that Sheng Renxing realised he hadn’t just been feeling drowsy, but had actually fallen asleep.
They occupied a large table – some had to drag over some chairs from other tables.
“How were the rides?” Jiang Jing glanced at them and asked.
“Not bad.” Sheng Renxing yawned, boosting his spirits, “How about you?”
He then wondered why Xing Ye hadn’t called him, but when he turned around, he saw that Xing Ye was playing with his phone, looking quite engaged.
“Fuck, it’s such a pity you didn’t come with us to the haunted house!” Huang Mao shouted, “I missed a good show!”
Before he could even finish speaking, Dong Qiu grabbed his neck: “Do you want to fight!”
Huang Mao laughed loudly: “You’ve ripped my clothes but you still won’t let me say ‘fuck’?” Then he began to scuffle with him.
Sheng Renxing looked over and, true to his word, saw that the seam on Huang Mao’s shoulder was slightly ripped, as if someone had pulled it too hard.
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Everyone burst into laughter. Lu Zhaohua also sneered, pointing his finger at Jiang Jing: “It was his idea.”
Dong Qiu let go of Huang Mao and pinched the tip of Jiang Jing’s nose: “This fucking grandson, you’re the worst!”
Jiang Jing was laughing so much that he didn’t even have the strength to pull away: “How the fuck was I meant to know you’re so afraid of ghosts!?” Then he paused, taking a deep breath, tried his best to hold back his laughter, and imitated a hissing scream: “Mom, help me!”
Dong Qiu immediately stepped onto the table and kicked this dog’s head off his neck.
The group of people roared with laughter.
They continued to play until it was closing time. On the way back, Sheng Renxing fell asleep – when he woke up again, he found himself leaning on Xing Ye, who was also sleeping in the car.
Huang Mao, who was opposite him, was leaning against the back of the chair, his mouth open wide and drooling.
Chen Ying had changed to the other car – though he didn’t know what had happened between him and Cui Xiaoxiao, by the end, they had resumed talking, so it seemed as if they were reconciled.
…Even though Sheng Renxing had no idea when they fought.
When he moved, he felt an arm wrapped around his waist, and when he looked back, the sleeping Xing Ye was leaning against the car window with his coat half-on.
It was dark outside.
Sheng Renxing rubbed his eyes, taking out his phone from his pocket to check what time it was.
The movement woke Xing Ye.
Xing Ye opened his eyes: “?”
He looked at Sheng Renxing, who was half propping himself up (afraid to put weight on Xing Ye), with his left hand (his right hand was pressed against Xing Ye’s) fumbling around awkwardly in between his legs around his crotch (his phone was stuffed somewhere there).
Xing Ye quickly raised his head and glanced around, confirming that the driver was the only one awake and hadn’t noticed Sheng Renxing’s actions.
Only then did he reach out and hold Sheng Renxing’s hand, his voice low and fast: “Don’t make trouble!”
Sheng Renxing: “?”
He pulled his hand back inexplicably: “What time is it?”
Xing Ye: “…”
He lowered his eyes and took out his phone – when he clicked it, the sudden brightness made both of them close their eyes.
Xing Ye then casually adjusted the brightness, turning it down to zero: “It’s half past seven.”
“Oh.”
After a while, Sheng Renxing suddenly reacted and asked: “What trouble was I making?”
“…” Xing Ye whispered back, “Sleep.”
“Don’t sleep,” the driver in the front said suddenly, “We’re almost there.”
“Almost in Xuancheng?” Sheng Renxing woke up fully, sitting upright. Looking out the window, he could only see darkness, and the occasional house flash by.
“Here!” the driver responded.
“We’ve arrived?” Huang Mao was startled into sitting up straight.
“What’s happening?” Jiang Jing in the front was also awakened.
“We’ll reach the city soon.” The driver replied lazily.
“This return trip went by quickly.” Jiang Jing then glanced at the time and sighed.
“It only seems quick if you don’t have a car.” The driver smiled.
Sheng Renxing leaned back in his seat and was handed a bottle of water from beside him.
He wasn’t thirsty, but he took a sip anyway.
Sure enough, they arrived in the city soon – it only took five minutes for the scene outside to change from desolate to brightly lit. Xing Ye looked out the window with half-drooping eyes.
They got off at the place where they had taken the bus in the morning – they waited, standing in the cold wind.
Cui Xiaoxiao had worn a skirt to look good, but none of the stupid men had complimented her all day. Chen Ying had actually asked her why she was wearing it when they were all putting on their raincoats – ‘Don’t you think it’s inconvenient?’.
While thinking that this person’s way of starting conversations was getting worse and worse, she couldn’t help but reply.
So after so many days of a cold war, the ice was finally broken.
So at this moment, while she stomped her feet and shivered in the cold waiting for the other car to arrive, she was actually quite satisfied.
Today’s trip had not been in vain.
After the final person, Huang Mao, got out of the car and faced the yawning group, he asked them: “You guys in a rush?”
“Rush your mother!” Dong Qiu scolded him, “I’m going back to sleep.”
“What about you?” He turned to Jiang Jing.
“Internet cafe?” Jiang Jing suggested.
“Yeah, alright.” Huang Mao stretched his waist: “I’m too lazy to go back anyway.”
“I won’t go.” Lu Zhaohua was looking at his phone with one hand: “I want to take a shower.”
“Good point!” Huang Mao glanced at him, then looked at Xing Ye and the others: “How about you?”
“I’m not going.” Sheng Renxing responded.
“Why not?” Huang Mao asked.
Sheng Renxing smiled. After having a fight with him on the first day of entering No. 13 High School, the two of them had become quite familiar with each other.
“I’m going back to revise.”
Huang Mao: “?”
Everyone: “?”
Everyone was stunned.
After a long pause, Cui Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered: “Oh yes, next week, the monthly exam…”
Everyone: “…”
It was silent for a while.
If anyone else had said this, they would be made fun of. But looking at Sheng Renxing’s natural expression, no one could say anything.
The light of studying nearly blinded them.
When Huang Mao turned his head to ask Xing Ye, his voice was a little quieter: “Brother Xing?”
Xing Ye nodded at him, thinking that he had nothing better to do tonight: “I’ll go with you.”
Sheng Renxing glanced at him.
Huang Mao snorted: “Exactly, Sun Wen should be here today, kill him tonight!”
The rest of the group scattered – some got taxis while others walked, and one by one they went back to their homes.
When they reached the entrance of the internet cafe, Huang Mao couldn’t help but turn his head and ask Sheng Renxing: “Didn’t you say you were going back to study?”
Sheng Renxing walked slowly into the internet cafe with them, giving him a look: “I just like to come to the internet cafe to revise.”
AH SO CUTE!! And Xing Ye had HIS ARM AROUND SHENG RENXING’S WAIST AAAHHHH!!!
That last part… i bet he doesn’t want to leave Xing Ye eh? 👀 Such a smart boy though, he’s actually studying~ I can’t relate lmao
Ty for the chapter!💜💜💜
now it’s xing ye who has dirty thoughts 🤭
and glad to know he’s okay with little kissy kissy time hahahaha
thank you for the translation
XY what are you thinking hmmmmm
Thanks for the chapter♡♡
Watch over ur man son mom will support you from the back.
Thanks for the chapter <3
Thanks for the chapter ❤️❤️