MTL - Wear To the High School Days of Iceberg O-Chapter 47

It was still raining outside, but the wind was not as strong as before.

Jiang Shuyi took a look at Wen Yao's unopened suitcase at home.

Come to think of it, she might have been blocked by that man as soon as she got home from school.

"...Do you need my help with packing?" Jiang Shuyi asked.

"..."

Wen Yao shook his head calmly.

After a while, she pursed her lips and looked up at Jiang Shuyi.

"Jiang Shuyi, can you go out and wait for me?"

"Ah?" Jiang Shuyi seemed a little unresponsive.

"...I want to change clothes." Wen Yao said expressionlessly.

Thinking of something, Jiang Shuyi's ears turned red.

"…Oh, that's how it is."

Jiang Shuyi replied again, put his hands outside his coat, picked up the umbrella Wen Yao left at the door, and walked out quickly.

"Well, take your time, I'm just going to take a taxi."

"..."

Watching Jiang Shu escape out of the room, Wen Yao unhurriedly pressed the piece on the bed onto the pillow--

After Jiang Shuyi stopped a taxi, he quickly walked back to the old building where Wen Yao was holding an umbrella.

When it rains, it's still cold.

"It's so cold." Jiang Shuyi blew his nose.

The shirt on her chest was still a little wet where Wen Yao's tears were wet, and she could smell a moist rose scent, with a hint of alienation and coldness in the aftertaste.

The image of Wen Yao crying flashed through her mind.

"I packed it up."

A cold voice suddenly sounded in front of her, and Jiang Shuyi quickly returned to reality.

Wen Yao had packed his things and stood downstairs.

"Is this all your luggage?" Jiang Shuyi looked at her luggage and couldn't help but froze for a moment.

Even a slovenly person like her would take a big suitcase with her wherever she went.

But Wen Yao has very little luggage, just a schoolbag and a trolley case.

"Where are your books?"

"It's all in the box." Wen Yao replied as usual.

Wen Yao has many books.

Jiang Shuyi visually observed how many things she could carry if she put the books in the suitcase, and fell silent for a while.

Wen Yao packed all her things in a small suitcase that didn't reach her waist.

Facing Jiang Shuyi's suspicious eyes, Wen Yao calmly dragged his suitcase.

"I looked at the room for a long time just now, and found that I don't seem to have anything to take."

"..."

When Jiang Shuyi heard these words, the hand holding the umbrella started to feel cold again, and he couldn't help feeling a little sad again.

She looked at Wen Yao, not knowing what to say and nodded.

She stretched the umbrella over Wen Yao's head, "Let's go, go to my house."

"..." Wen Yao followed her, "Yes."

The two walked for a while, Wen Yao glanced at Jiang Shuyi's chest, "Sorry, I got your shirt wet."

"..." Jiang Shuyi patted Wen Yao's head, "It's okay, don't worry about it."

The two walked together to the taxi that Jiang Shuyi had called just now.

Jiang Shuyi put the suitcase into the trunk.

--

Not long after, the taxi slowly stopped in front of Jiang Shuyi's house.

Jiang Shuyi and Wen Yao got out of the car and took down the suitcase.

Wen Yao looked up at Jiang Shuyi's home.

Jiang Shuyi's home is a very modernist villa from the outside, with white walls and floor-to-ceiling windows looking very simple.

Holding an umbrella, Jiang Shuyi led Wen Yao inside.

At this time, the headlights of a green Bentley parked in front of Jiang Shuyi's house suddenly went out.

Jiang Shuyi glanced at Bentley.

A woman in white high heels held an umbrella and walked slowly in front of Jiang Shuyi and Wen Yao.

The woman has short, crisp hair, holding her mobile phone to her ear,

"At the meeting tomorrow afternoon, I want each of you to come up with your own solution..."

"I know your difficulties, but you have to understand that we all have difficulties..."

The woman tucked her handbag under her left armpit while looking at her watch.

"You come to me to discuss it again in two hours. We must discuss a result within today."

"Mom, are you back?" Jiang Shuyi greeted the short-haired woman.

Tang Wenzhen is wearing a winter woolen black coat with a white turtleneck sweater underneath. She has a pair of black-rimmed glasses pinned to her chest, looking a little serious.

Tang Wenzhen held the phone in his hand, and when he heard someone calling her, he slowly turned his gaze to Wen Yao and Jiang Shuyi.

Just the moment her eyes met, she frowned.

Then she walked into the house without answering.

Seeing Tang Wenzhen's expression, Wen Yao couldn't help lowering his gaze.

--

Jiang Shuyi followed Tang Wenzhen into the entrance.

"See you later."

After Tang Wenzhen finished making the phone call, she put the car keys back into her handbag, and looked at Jiang Shuyi and Wen Yao behind her with some scrutiny.

"Who is this behind you?"

"Oh, she's my classmate, Wen Yao." Jiang Shuyi pulled Wen Yao who was standing at the door into the entrance.

"There's something wrong with her family now, so I asked her to come to our house for a while..."

"Hello, Auntie, my name is Wen Yao, and I'm Jiang Shuyi's classmate."

Wen Yao said politely to Tang Wenzhen.

"I'm sorry to disturb you so suddenly, although Jiang Shuyi just said that there is something wrong with my family."

"But if you don't want to accept an outsider like me coming to bother you, I don't have the slightest complaint."

"..." Jiang Shuyi frowned when Wen Yao said such words.

Tang Wenzhen looked at Wen Yao and said nothing.

Jiang Shuyi was a little anxious.

"Mom," she immediately pulled Tang Wenzhen's right hand, "You should have no objections, right? Wen Yao's house is simply not in a place to live in right now."

"Besides, her relatives are not here now. A gentle and generous mature woman like you will definitely not let my classmate sleep on the street?" Jiang Shuyi's facial expression was somewhat exaggerated.

But Tang Wenzhen looked at Jiang Shuyi's movements, and gave an 'hmm' without any reaction.

She nodded and left the replaced white high heels at the door.

"what ever."

Tang Wenzhen took off her coat as she entered the house.

She sat on the long desk in the living room and turned on her computer as usual.

Wen Yao looked at Tang Wenzhen's back and said nothing.

Jiang Shuyi helped Wen Yao take out a pair of winter slippers.

"Wen Yao, why don't you change into these shoes first?"

Wen Yao looked away from Tang Wenzhen, looked at Jiang Shuyi who put the slippers in front of her, and nodded for a while,

"Thanks."

"I didn't expect that my mother would come back today, but don't worry, she looks a bit fierce like that, but she is actually a very nice person like you, and she probably won't say anything when you come to live with me. "

Jiang Shuyi leaned closer to Wen Yao's ear and whispered.

--

The ceiling of Jiang Shuyi's house is very high, to be specific, it is about twice the height of Wen Yao's house, which is the height where one can play basketball at will.

There are downlights in warm colors everywhere in her house, but the whole room doesn't look particularly bright, with a relaxing atmosphere.

The living room has a semi-open design, with a row of floor-to-ceiling windows neatly lined up side by side. As long as you sit in the living room, you can see everything that happens in the yard clearly.

It was completely different from Wen Yao's west-facing room. One could imagine how dazzling the window would be if it was open during the day.

Not far from the floor-to-ceiling windows is a piano that looks expensive.

piano

Wen Yao speculated without any reservations that it was probably a Persian carpet.

Premium timber floorboards elegantly flow forward, a nod to the family's deep pockets.

"..."

Wen Yao followed behind Jiang Shuyi without saying a word, with no expression on his face.

She had known for a long time what kind of family this person was born in, so she was not particularly surprised now.

"correct."

Jiang Shuyi and Wen Yao were walking to go upstairs when Tang Wenzhen's voice sounded.

The short-haired woman slowly turned her head to look at the two, "You two haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"Have a meal with me."

Jiang Shuyi and Wen Yao looked at each other, and after a while, they said in unison:

"good."

"OK."

--

There are many dishes on the dining table.

Tang Wenzhen was sitting on the main seat, and she lowered her chin slightly, sitting very dignified and dignified.

Her eyes stopped on Jiang Shuyi who was spooning soup for Wen Yao, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

Seemingly realizing that Tang Wenzhen was looking at him, Jiang Shuyi trembled while scooping up the soup.

After she put the soup in front of Wen Yao, she coughed again, stood up obediently, scooped up a bowl of soup for Tang Wenzhen respectfully and placed it in front of Tang Wenzhen.

By the way, there was a bit of an afterthought, and I put a few vegetables into Tang Wenzhen's bowl.

"Mom, you eat vegetables."

Tang Wenzhen raised her eyebrows and nodded, then slowly picked up the chopsticks and began to eat slowly and quietly.

Tang Wenzhen is a typical elite woman.

But beyond that, there was a sense of majesty and oppression in her demeanor.

After taking a few mouthfuls of food, she looked at Wen Yao.

Wen Yao is swallowing food very nicely, and every step looks pleasing to the eye.

Tang Wenzhen nodded appreciatively, then turned to look at her daughter—Jiang Shuyi.

Jiang Shuyi was probably hungry, and he was sending the meat to his mouth with big mouthfuls.

She ate very deliciously, and it didn't take long before she devoured the food in the bowl.

Tang Wenzhen closed her eyes, feeling a little stuffy in her chest, she slowly put down her chopsticks, looked at Wen Yao,

"Student Wen Yao, right?"

"..." Wen Yao looked at Tang Wenzhen quietly, and put down his chopsticks, "Yes."

"Are you and Jiang Shuyi in the same class?" Tang Wenzhen raised his hands,

Wen Yao still nodded calmly, "Yes."

"Mom, Wen Yao is not only in the same class as me, but also the monitor of our class, the one who gets the first grade."

Jiang Shuyi said while scooping up soup for himself.

"Jiang Shuyi, don't talk while eating." Tang Wenzhen sighed.

"... Oh." Jiang Shuyi lowered his head in dissatisfaction.

"How is Jiang Shuyi doing in school?"

"..." Jiang Shuyi bit the chicken leg and frowned.

"She has been studying hard recently, and she has improved a lot in the exam." Wen Yao replied truthfully.

"That's right, Mom, I made a lot of progress in the exam. Teacher Li should call you, right? It's Wen Yao who is helping me, she is teaching me to study..."

Jiang Shuyi put down the chicken leg and added.

Tang Wenzhen didn't even look at Jiang Shuyi, "I didn't ask you."

She then looked at Wen Yao: "Is she still fighting at school recently?"

Jiang Shuyi became a little nervous, "...Mom, as I said, I no longer—"

"I didn't ask you." Tang Wenzhen interrupted Jiang Shuyi again.

Wen Yao glanced at it, and seemed to recall what happened not long ago, but he still lied calmly: "I haven't seen her fight."

Jiang Shuyi nodded towards Wen Yao.

"Really." Tang Wenzhen nodded in satisfaction, and gave Wen Yao a piece of food.

"However, you should be very busy studying by yourself? If you teach Jiang Shuyi, won't it cause you trouble?"

Jiang Shuyi also hurriedly picked up a few pieces of meat for Wen Yao, Wen Yao glanced at the extra food in the bowl,

"No."

"No trouble."

After a meal, Tang Wenzhen asked Wen Yao a lot about Jiang Shuyi.

It can be said that it is to get to the bottom of it, and Jiang Shuyi, who is listening to it, is very trembling.

--

After eating, Jiang Shuyi took Wen Yao to the guest room.

The ceiling of this guest room is a bit higher than that of Wen Yao's home, but it is much more restrained than that of the living room, and the lighting is still gentle and relaxing.

Wen Yao walked in silently.

There are no unnecessary clutter in the room, nor any cumbersome decorations.

It looks very simple.

"I live in the room next to yours, you can come and find me anytime."

Jiang Shuyi pulled Wen Yao's suitcase and walked in.

There was a single bed in the room, and the quilt and sheets hadn't been changed yet.

"I'm looking for it, it should be here."

Jiang Shuyi skillfully stood in front of the closet, and after a while skillfully pulled out a clean sheet and quilt cover.

Together with Wen Yao, she changed the sheets and put on a new quilt cover.

Wen Yao was wearing a homely white woolen sweater, her hair fell quietly by her ears, and when she shook the quilt, her hair was gently lifted by the wind.

"Wen Yao."

Wen Yao looked up at Jiang Shuyi.

"Now we're like—"

"…Um?"

Jiang Shuyi paused, unable to think of a suitable word.

After thinking about it, if they live in the same room, then they are not roommates, but how to describe the relationship of eating and living together?

After a while, she found herself thinking of a word, and exclaimed:

"The two of us are like sisters now!"

Wen Yao didn't stop shaking the quilt, she looked up at Jiang Shuyi, her tone was cold,

"Oh? Then you want to call me sister?"