TPPCGEMNT Chapter 18: Confession

Yan Ci was stunned for a moment, then his lips curled up inexplicably. There was a hint of amusement in his voice. "Classmate Xia, I'm not your brother."

"? ? ?"

With his back to the light, Xia Zhinian couldn't see the person's face clearly, but he heard the words clearly. He felt dizzy and groaned, then turned over and faced away from the door, burying his head in the quilt.

Yan Ci chuckled, walked over and lifted the quilt a bit, exposing his head. He put his hand on his forehead, and the palm temperature burned his heart.

It rained all night yesterday. He probably slept with the window open and caught a cold. He didn't know how long he had been feverish.

The boy's eyes were flushed, and he curled up his body more like a heated rice cake dumpling. He turned his head to avoid his touch. Yan Ci withdrew his hand, wrapped him in a quilt, got up and went out to find Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan only found out that her younger son had a fever. She hurriedly called a doctor, who measured his temperature and found that it was over 39 degrees. The doctor put a stand by the bed, hung a bottle of medicine, and a long tube of syringe curled down.

Xia Wenhan also came back. Several people stood by the bed, making the room seem a bit crowded.

The doctor stood on one side and wanted to take Xia Zhinian's hand out to prick the needle.

Xia Zhinian was dizzy and saw many blurry figures. He only recognized a white coat. He whimpered like a cub and moved back a bit.

"...No."

He moved back every time the doctor approached him. He was about to fall off the bed from the other end. Xia Wenhan frowned and stopped the doctor.

"Wait."

Xia Zhinian didn't react in time. He was picked up with the quilt and put back on the other end near the drip stand. His head was muddled.

Xia Wenhan lifted a corner of the quilt and grabbed his brother's wrist.

The moment their skin touched, Xia Zhinian shivered slightly. He opened his eyes in confusion and tried to pull back. His voice was very soft.

"Don't touch."

Xia Wenhan stopped his movement, his eyes slightly deep, staring at his brother.

Yan Ci raised his eyebrows slightly and said softly, "Classmate Xia doesn't like anyone touching him. It's the same for everyone. Big Brother Xia doesn't have to mind."

"..." Xia Wenhan gave Yan Ci a strange look, then looked at his brother again. Xia Zhinian was a bit confused, and couldn't delay any longer. He directly pulled his wrist over and put it in front of the doctor.

"Prick the needle."

Xia Zhinian couldn't resist. He shrank back and couldn't get away. His eyes were empty, and his gaze fell on the cold needle tip. He stared blankly, his ears burning, and his hand started to move restlessly, his fingertips turning white.

"I don't want to do it anymore."

Don't want to do it anymore.

"Classmate Xia."

Yan Ci approached him and spoke gently. "You can only go back to school after you get better. You don't want to miss your beloved Brother Chu, do you?"

Xia Wenhan: "..."

Jiang Yuan: "..."

"...?" Xia Zhinian didn't realize who Brother Chu was. He hummed in his nose. Yan Ci took something out of his pocket, walked to the bed, and covered his eyes with his hand.

Xia Zhinian made a sound, frowned, and twisted his hot body to avoid him. Yan Ci quickly stuffed what he had in his mouth.

The sweet and sour taste spread on his tongue. Xia Zhinian was stunned. Like a kitten that had been stroked the right way, he instantly calmed down and obediently stopped moving.

Yan Ci held his hand satisfactorily and handed it to the doctor. "Go ahead."

Doctor: "..."

Jiang Yuan: "..."

Xia Wenhan: "..."

Impressive. He was fooled by a candy.

The doctor pinched the needle, and as soon as it pierced a little, Xia Zhinian shrank back. Yan Ci quickly fed him two more candies, stuffing his cheeks with them.

The doctor acted quickly, inserted the needle into his vein, and fixed it securely. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Done. If the young master moves and dislodges the needle, call me again. This bottle should bring down his fever, but it might recur at night. If he gets feverish again, he'll need another bottle."

The people around dispersed. Jiang Yuan had a good impression of Yan Ci since the basement. She was happy to hear that he had a good relationship with her younger son, and asked him to stay for a while.

The door was half open. Yan Ci stood by the bed himself. His shirt cuffs were neat and clean, but the hard fabric rubbed against his skin, like tiny needles prickling his nerves.

He looked down at the boy on the bed, who had red eyes. He tilted his head slightly and looked at him. He gently held his left wrist with his right hand.

He hadn't touched Xia Zhinian, his rice cake brand special medicine for almost a week since he was taken home. Although he had oral medication, it was far less effective than before.

Xia Zhinian could make his skin hunger syndrome temporarily relieved, but the short peace was followed by a more violent backlash. The previous oral medication was almost useless.

Yan Ci's eyes were deep. The pain and itchiness spread over every inch of his skin. The cold wind blew over, making his nerves more tense.

"Classmate Xia."

He called softly.

The boy curled up in the quilt, only showing half of his face. His eyelids were closed, and he didn't answer at all.

Yan Ci sighed regretfully and clicked his tongue.

Forget it, Rice Cake Xia doesn't like people touching him. He'll talk to him when he wakes up.

It's more fun to stick to him face to face.

Xia Zhinian was sick for a few more days. He had a weak body before, and he didn't expect it to be the same after crossing the book.

Yan Ci came a few more times. He regretted the toy snake incident a bit. He scared people too much, and lost the special medicine. The usual classes were even more boring.

Yan Ci persuaded Jiang Yuan to let Xia Zhinian go back to school as soon as possible, otherwise he would fall behind more, and Jiang Yuan went to persuade Xia Wenhan.

After all, it was Xia Wenhan, the elder brother, who brought his younger brother home.

On Wednesday, Xia, who had been suspended for ten days, finally returned to school.

He was actually not surprised by this, because the original owner came back after a few days. He was rather puzzled by Yan Ci's persuasion.

The protagonist shou was paying too much attention to him.

During the morning reading class, the teacher was grading homework, and the students below were reciting ancient texts. Zou Ziqian noticed that his deskmate who had disappeared for a long time finally appeared and was looking somewhere absent-mindedly. He curiously leaned over to see.

"Xia Zhinian, what are you looking at? You haven't been in the classroom for a long time. Are you unfamiliar with it?"

Xia Zhinian had light hair, which looked warm and fluffy in the sun, and very touchable. He pointed his chin to the left front. "Watching a confession."

Zou Ziqian followed his gaze and saw that the long-haired girl in front of Yan Ci used a book to block the teacher's sight. She held a light blue envelope in her hand, turned around with a red face and shyness.

Zhao Jinxin's cheeks were slightly red. "Yan Ci, I'm sorry, today is my birthday, and now is also the time I was born. I have something to tell you."

The morning reading sound was noisy, and the nearby seats were not far away. They barely heard the movement and looked over with interest.

Yan Ci sat in his seat and didn't say anything. The people around him started to laugh softly and tease him.

"The school grass is worthy of his name."

"Class leader, hurry up and date someone, or else the girls in the school will all flock to you."

Zhao Jinxin blushed and pushed the envelope forward. "Yan Ci, this is for you."

Yan Ci didn't take it.

He looked at the people around him, and the noise quieted down.

He looked at the girl again, and his casual words were wrapped in his gentle temperament. His tone was clear and smooth.

"I'm sorry."

He said, "I can only deal with things related to class affairs, not personal emotional problems."

"..." Xia Zhinian burst out laughing.

Heavens, was this the way the top student rejected someone?

How ruthless!

He couldn't help but smile, and when he looked up, he met Yan Ci's eyes without warning. The straight-backed boy looked over, his wrist pale and thin under his cuff, his dark eyes narrowed slightly.

Yan Ci slowly lifted his lips and asked with his mouth shape--

"Classmate Xia, do you find it very interesting when I get confessed to?"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

He felt a chill on the back of his neck, and his hair on the top of his head shook twice. He suddenly turned his head, propped his chin with one hand and tucked his lips into his teeth, looking serious and suppressing his smile. He looked away and pretended not to see.

Before he came, Xia Wenhan repeatedly told him not to cause trouble, and to stay away from the protagonists as much as possible.

But things didn't go as he wished. He just looked away, and there was a loud shout from the podium.

"Xia Zhinian!"

"What are you doing without handing in your homework or reciting your text properly?"

The hot-tempered Chinese teacher finished grading the homework and stood up. He slammed the podium with a "Bang", and his voice echoed from the front to the back of the classroom.

Xia Zhinian: "???"

What did he do?

Xia Zhinian was suddenly called out, and his apricot eyes widened in surprise. He lifted his head.

The classroom quickly quieted down. The Chinese teacher walked a few steps on the podium. "Stand up. I've been watching you for a long time. You don't recite the text, but you just look at Yan Ci and laugh. What's so funny? Share it with me."

"..."

There was a burst of laughter in the class. Xia Zhinian felt a bit embarrassed, his ears reddened a bit, he tapped his fingers on the corner of the desk, and obediently stood up.

The boy had fair skin and a slender figure. He looked like a clean aspen in the sun, warm and fluffy.

Yan Ci hooked his lips slightly. Afraid that the rice cake dumpling would be taken home again, he wanted to clarify. "Teacher Han--"

"Class leader, don't interfere with this."

The Chinese teacher interrupted him. "You can't cover up for your classmates with your kindness."

Xia Zhinian: "...?!"

Yan Ci was kind?

Bah, the black sesame rice ball was black to the core!

He was sticky and nothing good came from him.

Xia Zhinian pursed his rosy lips, glanced at Yan Ci with his apricot eyes, and bit his teeth. The other side didn't mind being glared at, and chuckled lightly. The scar near his eye revealed a bit of joy.

The Chinese teacher slapped the table. "Tell me, what were you looking at just now?"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

He hesitated for a second, coughed lightly, and said dryly, "Look... Yan Ci was confessed to."

There was a burst of laughter in the class. Zou Ziqian lowered his voice and laughed. "Damn, I can testify. He didn't lie."

Yuen Long slapped the table. "I can testify too haha."

Yan Ci was still calm in the scene of laughter. He looked at him with a half smile, his eyes dark and shiny.

Teacher Han was even angrier. "Be quiet, okay. There are still people confessing in class, who is so bold?!"

Xia Zhinian pursed his lips, thinking that this shouldn't be asked. He glanced at that side, and Zhao Jinxin was already nervous. She grabbed the edge of the table tightly, and didn't dare to look around.

Teacher Han slapped the table again. "Don't you say it!"

Xia Zhinian was startled, and his hair on the top of his head fluttered up. His apricot eyes were round, and he instantly regretted why he had to watch the show. He should have stayed away from the protagonist shou.

He pouted, looking a bit obedient, soft and precious, wilted and sighed lightly, rubbing his finger joints painfully and said--

"Teacher, I confessed. I like Yan Ci."

Yan Ci paused, then his lips curled up.

The class burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, fuck, this is hilarious."

"He's really desperate to cover for the girl."

"Yeah, who doesn't know he hates the class leader the most."

Xia Zhinian's deeds of chasing Chu Qingjian and picking on Yan Ci were well known in the class. He didn't come for more than a week, saying he was sick, but everyone guessed he was called home by his parents for messing with the class leader.

He liked Yan Ci? Who would believe that?

Teacher Han was angry and amused. He obviously knew something too. He knocked on the table.

"You can protect people now. What, you don't like Chu Qingjian anymore? You've transferred your feelings to the class leader?"

"..."

Damn.

Xia Zhinian was balding. He rubbed his thumb hard on his index finger joint, unhappily. "No, I just... love him for a short time."