When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 96 - 0: Good, Just Keep This Pose

"I just had dinner, actually I’m not really in the mood for a drink."

But Jiang Shuyao still reached out her hand to take it. If she showed even the slightest hint of refusal, there’s no doubt that this cup of milk tea might very well be resting in peace in the trash can the next second.

She held the milk tea in her hands and after saying thank you to him, there was silence.

Then, out of the blue, she saw a certain someone lazily smile and ask her, "Cold hands?"

The girl shook her head without betraying any emotion, not falling for his trap.

In reality, the moment Pei Yan asked that question, he had no intention of caring about her response.

He reached out his long arm to pull the girl closer, pried her hands away from the milk tea, and forcibly placed them inside the lining of his trench coat.

That’s right, the everlasting trench coat hater, Boss Pei.

In the season when everyone else was busy wearing padded jackets to keep out the cold, he miraculously donned a black trench coat.

Just this morning, when he entered the classroom, Chen Jin and the others were so startled they nearly rolled off their seats.

No one knew better than they how much Brother Yan detested trench coats.

So much so that they themselves wouldn’t dare to wear them casually.

At that moment, they only had one thought: Brother Yan wearing a trench coat must truly be a once in a blue moon event.

A man suddenly taking up something he used to loathe without any reason, one need not even think about it, there’s only one explanation.

It’s all because of love for the person related to the thing.

Jiang Shuyao, however, didn’t think that much. She tried to pull her hand back desperately in annoyance, but the person in front of her didn’t budge, and the hand caught under his armpit was radiating heat.

"Let go!"

"Not letting go."

"..."

These past few days, the girl hadn’t worn her school uniform and was stubbornly struggling with her head lowered.

Passersby simply thought it was a young couple flirting and joking with each other, and they smiled and moved on.

However, this was near the school, and it was inevitable that some people would recognize Pei Yan.

A group of girls stood at a distance for a long time, and even though they tried to speak in subdued tones, their voices still clearly reached Jiang Shuyao’s ears.

"Look, look, that girl is so close to Boss Pei. They couldn’t possibly be dating, could they?"

"Oh my God, even Xie Anyu, such a great beauty, didn’t catch Boss Pei’s eye. Who is this girl, is she even prettier than the school belle?"

Jiang Shuyao’s ears were burning with blush, paralyzed against Pei Yan’s chest, too ashamed and angry to lift her head.

A low chuckle came from above, as he intentionally teased her, "Be good, stay just like that, don’t move a muscle, otherwise people will know who’s dating me."

The girl gritted her teeth in frustration, "Don’t laugh. If others misunderstand, I’m going to transfer schools, you believe it or not."

"..."

Pei Yan was stunned for a moment.

Then he suddenly smiled again.

"Transferring schools is fine. There’s a high school near the Yasong Residence that’s pretty good, with an open school spirit. Lots of students date openly there; it would be perfect for us to transfer to, so we can date without hiding."

"Who wants to date you, Pei Yan, can’t you consider my dignity for once?"

Heh.

The little girl is talking to him about dignity now?

Pei Yan narrowed his eyes in reminiscence, "It seems like every time it’s the dignity of yours truly that gets hurt. You ingrate, does your face not turn red when you say that?"

She: "..."

The group of girls across the street, still engrossed in their gossip, seemed determined not to leave without seeing her face.

Soon the few who went to the supermarket will be back, and with Tang Xing’s loud voice calling out to her with a "Yaoyao," her cover was sure to be blown.

Jiang Shuyao had never felt so embarrassed; caught between a rock and a hard place, she felt helpless.

The girl was truly distressed, her eyes misting up, on the verge of tears, "Pei Yan, can you please think of something."

Now she knows to ask for his help, looking so pitiful.

Pei Yan lowered his gaze disdainfully at the girl, a sickeningly affectionate smile staining his lips.

His demeanor caused the girls opposite him to fidget again, but as the boy suddenly turned his head and they received the silent warning in his eyes, the girls abruptly fell silent, not daring to blabber on.

"Looking for trouble, huh? Get the hell out of here!"

A chillingly low voice emanated from his throat, frightening the girls into trembling in unison.

They quickly averted their eyes and shoved each other, hurrying away.

Brother Pei wasn’t known for throwing empty fits of anger. Even teachers could catch his wrath, let alone a bunch of insignificant consorts.

Finally regaining some peace, almost as soon as the group of girls had left, Jiang Shuyao immediately stomped hard on Pei Yan’s foot.

She was wearing snow boots, which wouldn’t have caused much pain.

But Pei Yan, having his attention diverted, let the girl take the chance to yank her hand free.

He glanced down at the faint footprint on the top of his shoe, a hint of lazy nonchalance curling the corners of his eyes, "Burning bridges after crossing?"

Jiang Shuyao turned away, not wanting to deal with him.

Ha.

Pei Yan resignedly nodded, "Well played. Just don’t let me catch another opportunity, or else..."

Or else nothing.

Such ambiguous threats only caused Jiang Shuyao’s brow to furrow, her heart flitting about uncertainly.

As she contemplated whether to distance herself from the demon behind her now, Tang Xing’s figure appeared at the entrance of the supermarket, shortly followed by Chen Jin and his group of three.

The residual warmth on the girl’s cheeks hadn’t dissipated when Tang Xing, coming out, curiously asked, "Hey, Yaoyao, are you overdressed? Why is your face so red?"

With that nudge, Jiang Shuyao’s face uncontrollably reddened even more.

To divert the other three’s attention, she quickly tugged Tang Xing forward.

"Hey, Yaoyao, slow down; the bag I’m holding is kind of heavy."

Tang Xing stammered as he spoke.

Jiang Shuyao’s gaze moved downward, only to see a huge bag full of snacks.

She was momentarily speechless, "Xing Xing, don’t tell me you didn’t get enough to eat for dinner."

That was four bowls of rice, alright.

Her tone was too calm, causing Tang Xing to respond in a similarly deadpan manner.

"Oh, these are what Chen Jin bought. He said we should rally some girls to cheer for them at the basketball league."

So, this was the payback.

The mention of the basketball game reminded Jiang Shuyao that such a thing was indeed happening.

The monthly exams were the next day and the day after, followed by the basketball game.

The first match was between Yunzhong and the neighboring vocational school, and the entire basketball court was sure to be bustling.

The main venue was at Yunzhong—loud cheering was the least of concerns. Did Chen Jin really need to worry about this?

While Jiang Shuyao puzzled over this, the girl handed her a lollipop bursting with happiness, "Yaoyao, mango flavor, your favorite. Here."

She received it with a light smile and a soft voice, "Are you going to be a cheerleader for them during the basketball?"

Tang Xing stuck out her tongue, "Cheerleading requires wearing skirts and practicing routines, and who has time for that? No, not going."

But since she accepted the bribe, she had to make herself useful.

Recalling Chen Jin’s instructions at the supermarket, Tang Xing’s eyes rolled with thought, sharing her idea.

"Yaoyao, there’s a PE and computing class the day after tomorrow. Let’s skip self-study and go watch the game, alright? We have to combine rest with learning. It’ll be a nice relaxation after the monthly exams."

The day after tomorrow was the first day of the basketball tournament.

Yunzhong’s success in the opening match would hinge on the spirit of the basketball team.

And the key players were all from senior year class 3 (2), especially Boss Pei.

If Yaoyao could be there to cheer for Boss Pei in person, the effect would be incredible, even better than downing a hundred cans of Red Bull.