The Black-Hearted Beauty Is Spied On By Crazy Critics Again [Quickly Pass] Chapter 11

Chapter 11 The Omega of the Aristocratic School 11 “You two are very close…”

Lu Qingyun’s eyes curved up, filled with cunning, and even the corner of his mouth, which he secretly raised, showed a hint of mischief, his heart full of the joy of having played a trick on someone.

He looked at Xie Jin’s outstretched hand, then lowered his own hand, and spoke softly, “Let’s not. You probably despise me.”

He gripped the corner of his clothes tightly, then released it, and walked forward on his own.

Xie Jin’s heart panicked. For a moment, it felt like the first time he had met Lu Qingyun, and the boy was once again leaving him with a stubborn back view.

Xie Jin clicked his tongue and chased after him, grabbing Lu Qingyun’s hand and squeezing it tightly so he couldn’t pull it away.

“When did I say I despised you? Stop slandering me.”

Xie Jin finished speaking fiercely, then dragged Lu Qingyun’s hand toward a milk tea shop.

There were actually many shops outside the school gate, selling all sorts of things, and naturally, there were many milk tea shops, making money off the students.

Xie Jin lifted his chin, adopting the posture of a wealthy young master, and motioned for Lu Qingyun to look at which one he wanted to drink.

The display board had too many options, giving the viewer decision paralysis, so Lu Qingyun just casually pointed to one with a nice color.

When they received the milk tea, Xie Jin reached out to take it, and without even looking, casually remarked, “A child’s taste.”

Lu Qingyun lowered his gaze, took the milk tea, inserted the straw, raised his hand, and stuffed it into Xie Jin’s mouth.

“Mhm, it’s for you to drink, little child.”

Xie Jin was stunned for a moment, but didn’t mind Lu Qingyun’s passive-aggressiveness. He subconsciously took a sip, and sweetness spread through his mouth.

His mind was full of uncertain thoughts. He looked at Lu Qingyun with a bit of confusion and scrutiny in his eyes.

Seeing that Lu Qingyun seemed about to turn around and order another cup, he quickly pulled him back.

“What do you mean? You haven’t finished this cup yet?” Xie Jin hid the disappointment in his eyes. He had thought Lu Qingyun wanted to share a cup with him.

Feeling a little annoyed, he dragged the person closer and insisted forcefully, “No, you have to drink this cup.”

“No, you’ve already drunk from it.”

“Didn’t you shove it into my mouth? No way, you must drink it.”

The two stood in a deadlock outside the milk tea shop for a long time, and eventually, Xie Jin gave in.

He held the two cups of milk tea and walked over to Lu Qingyun, handing them over.

“Don’t be angry anymore.” Seeing that the person ignored him, Xie Jin helplessly moved in front of him and held out the milk tea again. “New ones. Both cups are yours.”

Seeing the Omega finally show an inclination to raise his hand, Xie Jin breathed a sigh of relief and quickly handed them over. He scratched his chin, staring at Lu Qingyun’s face, and whispered, “Why are you so quick to get angry?”

Lu Qingyun scoffed internally, thinking that he acted according to who he was dealing with. Didn’t Xie Jin fall for this kind of thing? For a spoiled young master accustomed to flattery, the more people ignored him, the more he couldn’t stand it.

Lu Qingyun raised his eyes, just about to speak, when a figure that shouldn’t have appeared at this moment unexpectedly entered his sight.

A young man with wheat-colored skin was standing at the school gate. He stood there expressionlessly, but his eyes were fixed on their direction. The emotions in his eyes were unclear.

Lu Qingyun subconsciously stiffened, his heart inexplicably shaking.

He lifted his foot and walked toward the man, gradually closing the distance with Shen Zhifan. Shen Zhifan’s expression became clearer—he was indeed stern-faced, lost in thought, and Lu Qingyun didn’t know how long he had been watching.

Lu Qingyun walked up to him and asked, “Why are you here?”

Shen Zhifan’s gaze shifted to the man following Lu Qingyun. He scrutinized him warily, looking him up and down, and also asked, “Are you very close to him?”

Xie Jin also sized up Shen Zhifan, a hint of disdain in his eyes. He put his arm around Lu Qingyun’s shoulder and spoke first, “Yes, we are very close, close enough to share a cup of milk tea.”

As he spoke, he leaned his face closer, looking provocatively at Shen Zhifan.

Lu Qingyun placed a palm on the man’s face, pushing him away, and denied, “I am not close to him.”

Lu Qingyun thought that Xie Jin really needed to be more mindful. As one of the F4, he was already leaving a bad first impression on the Protagonist Shou. He deserved the Chasing Love to the Crematorium later.

He absolutely had to deny his relationship with this person. What if the Protagonist Shou decided not to be friends with him because of this, causing his mission to fail?

Lu Qingyun happened to be holding the two cups of milk tea that Xie Jin had just bought for him. He casually handed one to Shen Zhifan and said generously, “Here, my treat.”

Xie Jin was already annoyed because Lu Qingyun said they weren’t close, his face crumpled. Seeing this, he became even more unhappy and let out a cold snort.

Lu Qingyun reached his hand behind his back, intending to push Xie Jin to keep him quiet, but Xie Jin immediately grabbed it, making it impossible to pull back.

Shen Zhifan was already communicating with him familiarly, “Come to my house for dinner today. Niannian said he misses you.”

Lu Qingyun was simultaneously dealing with the person behind him, trying to pull his hand away, and chatting with Shen Zhifan.

“Mhm, okay…”

Xie Jin noticed Shen Zhifan’s gaze and simply brought Lu Qingyun’s hand forward, still gripping it, and raised an eyebrow.

His hand tightly enveloped Lu Qingyun’s, showing no intention of letting go.

Lu Qingyun rubbed his temples, feeling a headache, and turned his head to look at Xie Jin.

“Can you stop being so childish?”

“I’m not…”

Lu Qingyun took the opportunity to pull his hand free, looking like he wanted to send the man away, his voice very indifferent, “If you’re not, you can leave. I have things to talk about with my friend.”

Xie Jin scrutinized Lu Qingyun’s expression, sensing that this anger was the kind that couldn’t be appeased. Although Lu Qingyun usually seemed quite easy to communicate with, and even when he was angry, Xie Jin dared to approach him, it was only at this moment that he realized he didn’t truly understand Lu Qingyun. Everything the boy usually showed was what Lu Qingyun wanted him to see; none of it was the real Lu Qingyun.

The emotions the boy was exposing now were the real him. He had merely cooled his face, yet it brought an inexplicable low pressure.

Xie Jin couldn’t say anything more. He could only give Shen Zhifan a warning look and walked away dejectedly.

After Xie Jin walked far away, Lu Qingyun recovered his expression, putting on a slight smile as he looked at Shen Zhifan, asking again the question that hadn’t been answered, “Why did you come today?”

Shen Zhifan’s heart trembled as he realized something, and he immediately said, “It’s Saturday today. Niannian said he missed you a little, and my work isn’t busy, so I came over to find you.”

Lu Qingyun nodded and reminded him with a half-smile, “Brother Shen, next time you come, tell me in advance, or you’ll have to wait for nothing for so long.”

Shen Zhifan understood his meaning. The corner of his mouth stiffened, feeling a little troubled. He always found it difficult to see through Lu Qingyun’s thoughts. They were already considered friends, so why did Lu Qingyun still seem to wear a mask in front of him?

Shen Zhifan nodded, raised his hand, and took a sip of the milk tea. It was very sweet, but it couldn’t wash away the bitterness in his heart. He thought of the interaction between Lu Qingyun and that person in front of the milk tea shop just now, and a strange sourness welled up inside him.

Lu Qingyun had dinner at Shen Zhifan’s house, and when it was time to return, Shen Zhifan insisted on walking him back. The two of them walked back to the school gate.

The streetlights outside the school gate were already lit up in the evening. Under the light, Shen Zhifan suddenly reached out and held one of Lu Qingyun’s hands, placing something in it.

Lu Qingyun looked down. A colored letter paper rested in his palm. The Omega raised his eyes, filled with confusion.

Shen Zhifan didn’t rush to explain, only saying softly, “Read it when you get back.” He released Lu Qingyun’s hand and turned to run. Thinking of something, he suddenly stopped, turned back, and added with a blush, “Remember to reply after you read it.”

Shen Zhifan’s figure gradually ran into the darkness, leaving Lu Qingyun puzzled.

He tore open the letter paper, looking down as he walked toward the Dormitory. Shen Zhifan’s handwriting was quite nice, and the writing was neat, the kind of handwriting that would earn extra points from a teacher grading papers.

“Lu Qingyun, today marks the thirtieth day since we met. I feel truly happy spending time with you during this period.” The boy seemed to have struggled for a long time writing this part, leaving several large black dots from his pen tip.

“Although I don’t know if you are happy, I hope you are. I am a rather boring person, and I’m afraid that talking to me will make things even duller. I actually learned some jokes, but Niannian said I tell them terribly, so I didn’t dare tell you. Also, if you have anything that makes you unhappy, you can tell me. I’m very good at keeping secrets; I won’t tell anyone.”

“And the main purpose of writing this is to ask if you are free on October 3rd. That day is my birthday, and I would like to invite you to spend it together.”

Lu Qingyun finished reading, folded the paper back up, and silently repeated “October 3rd” in his mind.

His steps were quite hurried. Entering the Dormitory, Lu Qingyun took out the elevator card Wen Zhiyu had given him last time and got into the elevator. He pressed the button for the fifth floor and leaned against the side, spacing out. He turned his head to look at the floor display, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

When he finally reached the floor, Lu Qingyun hurried out. As he pushed open the Dormitory door, three identical cups of milk tea suddenly appeared in front of him, and his three roommates formed a wall, staring at him eagerly.

The three roommates had clearly been waiting for him at the door. As soon as the door moved, they immediately rushed over with the milk tea.

All of this stemmed from a post on the forum. The post described Lu Qingyun bumping into Gu Hanshi and spilling milk tea on him.

Lu Qingyun had kept that milk tea for several days, placing it on the desk every day and taking it with him when he went out, showing how precious it was. When Wen Zhiyu saw the post, he consciously extracted the keywords and started taking action. He even deliberately stepped lightly when he went out, bought the milk tea, and hid it in his backpack.

However, by the time it was almost afternoon, the few people suddenly kept staring at the door, checking it almost every few minutes, and occasionally nudging toward it, all thinking they weren’t being obvious. Wen Zhiyu simply stopped hiding and took out the milk tea directly.

Lu Qingyun looked at the three people in front of him, each looking obedient, their faces even showing a hint of flattery. He silently commented internally that they were all putting on a good act. Lu Qingyun impatiently closed the door behind him.

He didn’t accept anyone’s milk tea, and instead, with a cold face, brought up an old grievance: “Last time I did laundry, which one of you took my underwear? Huh?”