Sister, can I be a maid too?

"You really should eat more."

Jiang Yubai casually praised him and took out a vocabulary list from his schoolbag:

"Let's begin the spot checks."

Lin Jianxia glanced at him and suddenly said, "By the way, what about what you said before about memorizing sixty words... does that still stand?"

Jiang Yubai's expression stiffened: "...Can I take it back?"

“…”

"Alright, alright, sixty it is."

Jiang Yubai's lips twitched.

"You need to catch up in your math and physics, or we'll miss out on scholarships because of your low scores."

"...I won't hold anyone back."

.....

.....

For the next period of time, Jiang Yubai lived a regular and peaceful life.

Every morning, he would get up, have breakfast, and then go to school with Lin Jianxia. After school, he would bring some snacks to Lin Tingwan and chat with her.

In the evenings, he and Lin Jianxia would review each other's papers in the study.

They were living a rather pleasant life.

Lin Tingwan seems to be getting better and better. I don't know if it's because the daily hugs are having an effect, or if it's related to the magazines and comics he brought with him.

Jiang Yubai found those magazines and comics in his old house. He even checked them carefully to make sure there was nothing inappropriate for children.

Lin Jianxia's situation... is somewhat delicate.

Even though we had already pinky sworn and promised not to change our minds for a hundred years, and I clearly told her that I wasn't angry.

But after that day, her emotions seemed to return to their previous fluctuating state.

Although it wasn't as serious as before, she would still stare at him absentmindedly from time to time during class, and when Jiang Yubai turned around, she would quickly look away.

That notebook would often be taken away and then slowly pushed back, but it was mostly filled with trivial things.

For example: "Jiang Yubai, how many words have you memorized today?"

Or: "It looks like it's going to rain outside."

It's obvious that this guy's chatting skills are incredibly bad, but he still insists on chatting with him every time. I don't know what he's after.

Jiang Yubai, however, didn't mind at all and chatted with her until the end of get out of class.

And just like that, time flew by and it was the last day before National Day.

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"What is this?"

At the entrance to the corridor, Jiang Yubai stared blankly at the rather large delivery box on the ground.

That's strange, he didn't buy anything.

Just as he was about to bend down to check the shipping information, Lin Jianxia, ​​who was standing next to him, seemed to suddenly remember something and hurriedly picked up the box first:

"Yes, it's something I bought..."

For some reason, the girl's eyes were somewhat flustered, and her ears were faintly red. She hugged the box tightly to her chest, showing no intention of letting go.

"...Okay, I'll go then—"

"No!" Lin Jianxia suddenly stood in front of him, stammering, "You, you wait at home for a while... I'll come over later, then you can go and keep Wanwan company."

Although he didn't know what Lin Jianxia was up to, Jiang Yubai's lips twitched, and he still agreed.

Just as I was about to enter, a weak voice suddenly came to my ear:

"Jiang Yubai..."

He turned around and saw Lin Jianxia still holding the box. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just pursed them tightly.

"Never mind, never mind..."

After uttering this nonsensical remark, the girl fled into her room.

baffling.....

Jiang Yubai muttered something strange, but didn't pay it any mind, and went straight into the room.

Early on National Day.

Jiang Yubai was still sound asleep on the first day of the long holiday when he was woken up by a persistent knocking on the door.

He slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the alarm clock, and said in a drawn-out, helpless voice:

"Hey Lin Jianxia, ​​it's National Day... what time is it now?"

The knocking outside the door quieted down for a moment, then Lin Jianxia's insistent voice came again:

"Get up first... eat breakfast before you go back to sleep."

Nothing.

Jiang Yubai sighed, muttering to himself, "If breakfast isn't good, you're doomed," before nimbly getting out of bed, getting dressed, and washing up.

To be honest, he's a little afraid of Lin Jianxia now.

After all, this guy's mood was unpredictable, and he didn't dare to ask.

Especially yesterday, she brought such a big box into the room again, and when asked what it was, she wouldn't say anything, acting all mysterious.

Is he really planning to poison himself?

With her mind wandering, Jiang Yubai opened the door to her room after washing up.

"I said, Lin Jianxia, ​​you—"

The words he was about to say were swallowed back down.

What appeared before my eyes was a scene straight out of a dream—

Chapter 77 Jiang Yubai, I never want to again...

No, it should be that I could never even dream of such a view.

Lin Jianxia stood before me...

The black and white dress has a well-fitting cut, with layers of lace and ribbons intertwined on the body, creating an intricate pattern that is not cumbersome.

The skirt flared out to her calves, her small feet were encased in pure white stockings, and below that were a pair of shiny black leather shoes.

The girl's long hair was unbound, flowing down to her waist like ink and satin, revealing a pair of bright red little ears.

On her head was a pure white lace headband, with delicate openwork patterns along the edges, which made her already pretty face appear even whiter and clearer.

At this moment, she quietly clasped her hands in front of her lower abdomen, her eyes slightly lowered, her posture upright, looking like a well-behaved little maid waiting for her master.

That's right... it's a maid.

Jiang Yubai had practically banned the word "maid" for a while now, but he never dreamed...

Lin Jianxia was actually dressed in such an exquisite maid outfit, standing prettily at his door.

He let out a soft "uh," and even had an urge to turn around and get into bed.

I always feel like I'm still dreaming and need to wake up again.

Lin Jianxia, ​​on the other side, noticed his gaze lingering on her, and the blush on her ears gradually spread to her cheeks.

His hands, clasped together, unconsciously tightened, yet he still forced himself not to look away.

Jiang Yubai was completely baffled as to what she was up to, and dared not make any rash moves.

So the two of them stood facing each other, and for a moment they were locked in a stalemate.

Finally, Jiang Yubai broke the silence:

"By the way... what's for breakfast today?"

The maid in front of him was clearly taken aback, her expression somewhat blank, as if she hadn't expected his first words to be like this.

“It’s…pan-fried dumplings,” she answered softly, “and soy milk and fried eggs…”

The fried dumplings, soy milk, and fried eggs were all bought downstairs; Lin Jianxia was unusually not cooking today.

It wasn't that she found it troublesome or was lazy, but rather that she really couldn't bear to have oil splattered on this dress.

Jiang Yubai glanced towards the dining table and nodded:

"Okay, let's eat first."

Lin Jianxia, ​​who was standing to the side, moved her lips as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just silently followed behind him.

This breakfast was even more dull than usual.

Jiang Yubai kept his head down the whole time, slowly eating the fried dumplings and fried eggs, looking like he wasn't fully awake yet.

His gaze never once fell on Lin Jianxia, ​​as if her carefully chosen maid outfit was no different from her usual school uniform.

Lin Jianxia sipped her soy milk slowly, occasionally glancing at him with a look of confusion and a hint of bewilderment.

Jiang Yubai put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and stood up:

"I've finished eating, I'm going back to catch up on some sleep."

Lin Jianxia looked up and stared blankly at his back as he turned and walked back into the room. After a while, she softly said "Oh".

The sound was hollow, falling into the quiet living room, and was quickly drowned out by the sound of the door closing.

She sat alone at the dining table for a while longer, her eyes still filled with lingering confusion.

The remaining soy milk on the table had cooled down, and the soft-boiled egg had slowly solidified.

She looked down at the elaborate skirt she was wearing, then looked up at Jiang Yubai's tightly closed door.