When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?

After finishing their meal and returning to the classroom, a cup of milk tea had appeared on the desk, Jiang Shuyao's favorite mango pudding flavor.

Tang Xing found it strange, "Yaoyao, when did you buy the milk tea?"

Remembering the WeChat message that little bastard had sent, Jiang Shuyao had a bit of a headache.

"Maybe... it was from some boy who has a crush on me."

Haha.

So the quiet transfer student also has such a narcissistic side, Tang Xing couldn't help but laugh inappropriately.

While her deskmate was laughing merrily, Jiang Shuyao stared at the milk tea with a pensive face. After a while, she tentatively asked, "What if, this cup of milk tea came from that school bully, what would happen then?"

Tang Xing thought she was still lost in her fantasy world and deliberately shook her head with a tsk-tsk, "Then you would really be screwed, no, our entire class six would be screwed, and moreover..."

Tang Xing paused, then put on a serious face, "I might not be able to continue being friends with you."

"..."

Jiang Shuyao's spine stiffened.

It's that serious...

From the look of it, she might really have to stay far away from that bastard from now on.

By the time the evening self-study ended at a little past eight, a drizzle had begun to fall from the sky.

Rainbow umbrellas were fashionable this year, and under the campus streetlights, it was now a vibrant multicolored scene.

Amid such a scenic backdrop, girls braved the rain, walking along the road, their beautiful faces and graceful auras drawing frequent attention, especially from the boys who couldn't help but stop in their tracks, utterly entranced.

Her phone was dead, unable to hail a ride-sharing service, and seeing the rain grow heavier, Jiang Shuyao gripped her backpack strap tightly, quickening her pace towards the bus stop.

There were not many buses from this location to her home, with nearly half an hour between each one.

The wind, carrying large raindrops, hit her face-on. Jiang Shuyao hugged her backpack and stepped back, her slender figure under the empty shelter appearing particularly fragile.

Such a scene caught the eyes of a group of youth across the street as something entirely different.

Chen Jin came out of the convenience store with a bottle of cola and, upon seeing the girl at the bus stop, couldn't help but whistle, "Hey, look, Brother Yan, that's the Little Fairy from the photo."

Under the rain shelter, Pei Yan lounged on a mountain motorcycle, his dark eyes already lingering on that delicate figure in the distance for some time.

Seeing the boss looking so intently, Chen Jin immediately perked up.

He sidled over, bouncing excitedly, "Why don't you, Brother Yan, offer her a ride? Little Fairy didn't bring an umbrella, it's pretty pitiful that she's getting soaked."

Pei Yan gave him a cold glance, "Which of your eyes sees her as pitiful."

Pfft.

A stifled laugh erupted behind them, He Qingzhou took out a motorcycle key and inserted it into the motorbike, tossing a pack of gum to both of them and intentionally bumped Chen Jin's rear wheel with the front of his bike.

"Brother Yan isn't interested in that type of pure girl, if you like her just go chase her yourself, don't set your hopes on him."

That's true indeed.

The group had been hanging out for more than just a couple of days, and they had a pretty good grasp of each other's tastes and preferences.

Since meeting Pei Yan, there had been countless girls who fearlessly pursued him, but very few had ever really piqued his interest.

The most memorable instance was when a girl from the neighboring arts class, in an attempt to attract Brother Yan's attention, wore a white dress and danced classical dance in the auditorium for a full two hours.

And their cold-faced boss just sat below the stage, playing a chicken-eating game on his phone for two hours, ending up eating the chicken legs without even casting a glance at the dance.

Unwilling to accept this, the girl ran down from the stage and directly confronted him for a reason.

Guess what Brother Yan said, Chen Jin still finds it impressive when he thinks about it now.

Pei Yan shifted his sluggish gaze downward, a sneer curling at the corner of his lips, he said to the girl, "Don't you think that the tattoo on your ankle completely clashes with your dress?"

The girl caught on to something and hastily said, "I can remove the tattoo, and from now on, I will only wear white dresses."

The rumor had it that Grade Leader Pei Yan liked girls who wore white dresses.

That's the pure and ethereal type the girl had in mind.

How could she have known that despite everything being perfect, it was ruined by a tattoo.

If it had only been that, it would have been fine, but Pei Yan even made a point just before leaving, emphasizing, "I hate white dresses the most, stay away from me from now on."

At that time, Chen Jin and the other two were following behind, exchanging puzzled looks after hearing this.

Got it, they understood now.

...

Seeing as the rain wasn't going to stop anytime soon, boys of that age always harbored a streak of impulsivity. Without the patience to wait for the rain to subside, the three youths rode their motorcycles straight into the drizzle, the roaring engine noises echoing throughout the street.

As they were about to pass the bus shelter, Chen Jin's voice came from afar, "Brother Yan, do you have an umbrella in your trunk? Let me borrow it for a bit."

Before the person ahead could respond, He Qingzhou, riding next to him, teased first, "You've matured, eh? You even know how to court favor with borrowed finery."

Hehe, there's one available, why not borrow it?

Chen Jin had just cracked a smile, when the motorcycle running upfront suddenly made a sharp turn and skidded to a stop.

Damn it!

Cold sweat streamed down unchecked.

If you're having suicidal thoughts, Brother Yan, don't involve your brother.

In the gray curtain of rain, the eyes beneath Pei Yan's helmet swept over them, his voice carrying a warning, "Don't even think about her."