You're my wife, don't doubt it!

Yu Luying hesitated, mentally estimating the distance with her eyes. Just to be on the safe side, she took a few more steps toward Xiao Yao.

“Do you remember?” Shen Jie’s long hair was blown about by the wind, fluttering erratically in front of her face. “Back then, Teacher Song fell from the rooftop from here,” she pointed in the direction of the clock, “where a platform extended out.”

"Uncle—Brother Bo shouted angrily, and this guy immediately fell off the platform. Brother Bo is so cool," Xiao Yao said.

"As a result, Teacher Song turned the school into a tank right in front of the three of us—the four of us." Yu Luying interjected, "Girls, it's time for lunch, it'll get cold soon."

"Wasn't the lunchbox you brought supposed to be cold?" Shen Jie asked curiously.

“We went to Teacher Lin’s office to get her microwave,” Yu Luying explained.

“…Okay,” Shen Jie clapped her hands and said, “Let’s eat, let’s eat. Thank you for your hard work today, silly girl.”

The bento box was packed in a large brown plastic lunchbox. It contained meat, vegetables, and rice. Yu Luying had prepared it last night in the church kitchen. Considering Xiao Yao's appetite, she made a lot, but only brought two metal spoons.

Yu Luying handed the spoon to Shen Jie, met her slightly strange gaze, and explained, "When I eat with him now, I eat alone while the other person watches, because if we eat together, the texture and taste will all mix together, and neither of us can enjoy it properly—and if one of us is full, neither of us will be hungry."

"Oh," Shen Jie replied casually, "If one person is full, the whole family isn't hungry."

As he spoke, he took the metal spoon from her hand: "Shall we pray first?"

"In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen. Lord, bless us and the food you have given us..."

Xiao Yao thought the scene was exceptionally beautiful; the rooftop, the bento box, the wind on the rooftop—it felt like a scene from a Japanese anime.

All they have to do is say "いただきます" neatly together, and they are all alive.

However, this pre-meal custom of the Japanese is also a kind of religious ritual, seemingly originating from the Shinto belief that "all things have spirits".

This expresses reverence and gratitude for the life of food ingredients (vegetables, meat, etc.), roughly meaning "thank you for sacrificing yourself to be eaten by me," making it seem as if the other party did so voluntarily.

Christians thank God for the food before meals, while Japanese people thank the food for its sacrifice. Japan is indeed an abstract country.

"Mmm! Delicious! Delicious!" While enjoying the delicious food, the cat mother expressed her slightly exaggerated praise and gratitude for Yu Luying's cooking and service as always: "Doggy, you should eat too—oh, never mind."

Xiao Yao didn't eat, of course. He just rested his cheeks on his hands and watched the two girls eat heartily with a smile. His expression was like that of a kind grandmother.

“Xiao Yao, the expression you're making right now really looks just like your grandma’s,” Shen Jie said.

“Right? That means he’s my biological grandson,” Xiao Yao said with a smile.

"The way she looks at me is a bit like that too," Shen Jie leaned forward slightly. "Silly girl, do you know? His grandma always looks at me like that. Last night—no, the night before last, she came into my room to tuck me in. I was half asleep when I saw a dark shadow stretch out two hands toward my neck, which scared me so much—Mimi? Mimi, come here, doo doo doo doo doo..." Shen Jie clapped her hands lightly, enticing a Chinese civet cat that appeared out of nowhere.

"Meow~" The civet cat ran over, and Shen Jie threw a fish slice on the road.

"Meow~" the civet cat quickly said.

“I’ve noticed that Grandma Xiao Yao has been driving your tricycle to school these past two days,” Yu Luying said.

"Yes, yes," Shen Jie covered her face, "I'm so sorry! I told her not to see me off, not to see me off, but she insisted on doing it, I really had no choice~~"

"Sure, give it to me, that's great," Xiao Yao said. "Hey, how did your exam go this morning?"

"Don't bring up things you shouldn't talk about," Shen Jie rolled her eyes at him and picked up a piece of pork rib: "You know I didn't have Chinese class in high school."

"Tsk tsk, a top student from the International Department." Xiao Yao began to mock her with schadenfreude: "I just remembered the time you mispronounced 'The Great Ming National Preceptor' as 'The Supreme Ming National Preceptor'."

Shen Jie calmly put down her chopsticks, saying seriously, "I just misread it. Don't you ever misread words? What's the point of constantly nitpicking other people's small mistakes?"

"Oh, oh, oh, are you really angry?" Xiao Yao reached out to touch Shen Jie's head: "I was just teasing you."

“I’m not angry,” Shen Jie continued, her face still stern. “I’m just unhappy.”

What's the difference?

"Quick, Little Apple, help me comfort her," Xiao Yao thought.

"I don't care if you two scoundrels die," Little Apple thought viciously.

After that "candle talk" in the church late at night—well, actually there wasn't a candle, since Yu Luying left in a huff (saying she was angry is a bit of an understatement)—Xiao Yao thought that, optimistically, he would be blacklisted for a week, and pessimistically, well, let's not even go there.

Unexpectedly, on September 1st, during the day, Little Apple was able to communicate and talk with me normally.

Xiao Yao knew, of course, that this matter was not over yet; she was simply "under someone else's roof and had no choice but to bow her head."

I provide the service, but don't expect a good attitude.

He could still hug her, but his body was stiff and he wouldn't respond; he could still kiss her, but he would clench his teeth and not let go; he could still hold her hand, but Xiao Yao had to align the gaps between their fingers himself, just like handling a doll.

Moreover, he hasn't smiled since then.

You can't touch the wooden figure in the church, it's a sacred place. You can't touch it at school either, it's also a sacred place. You can't touch it on the street when there are many people, at most you can hold hands. Only after dark when you go for a walk in a quiet place can you have a little intimate contact with the wooden figure.

There's nothing we can do about it, Xiao Yao thought.

He wasn't in a hurry to get his hands on her; he just wanted to quickly normalize bilateral relations and move on from this matter. However, he hadn't managed to do so in just a day and a half.

Yu Luying refused to help Xiao Yao out of the predicament, but Shen Jie made a small fuss herself and then calmed down: "By the way, what are you two going to do about the military training in October? And what about PE class? I saw that other classes on the playground are having separate classes for boys and girls."

"Military training, military training," Xiao Yao rubbed his head in exasperation. "We'll see what happens. There's always a way. We can just pretend to be sick and skip PE class, right?"

“If military training is so easy to skip, why do you think others don’t?” Yu Luying retorted irritably.

"Why don't others lift their noses?" Xiao Yao asked naively.

"Stop faking illness and skipping school together," Shen Jie reminded her. "It's only been two days since school started, and all sorts of scandalous stories about the two of you have already...already...spread quite widely."

Xiao Yao's heart skipped a beat: "How wide? Even you, a newcomer, heard it?"

“Yes, even I, a newcomer, heard it,” Shen Jie nodded and said, “Several people in our class are talking about you guys.”

"What are they saying about us?" Yu Luying and Xiao Yao asked in unison.

"What can I say?" Shen Jie said casually, "I said the top student in the grade got together with a boy who was about to repeat the year, and they even cheated on the exam together."

Xiao Yao & Yu Luying: "..."

"Some people also said that you were caught by Teacher Song having an affair and were going to be expelled, but you took care of it," Shen Jie continued.

"How did this news get out?" Yu Luying exclaimed.

"People actually believe such nonsense as 'something was done'?" Xiao Yao said eagerly.

"There are two versions of the 'you guys killed me' part: one is that you hired someone to kill me, and the other is that you forced me to commit suicide," Shen Jie recalled. "The rest of the story is pretty consistent."

"Is that all?" Yu Luying asked hurriedly. "No wonder I felt that some of the girls in my class were looking at me a little strangely."

"No way, that can't be right," Xiao Yao said. "Then it must be your imagination."

"I don't know what the girls in your class think of you," Shen Jie shook her head and said, "The key is that you two are too close. Everyone is watching, and it's too conspicuous. To be honest, I've observed this in the last couple of days. Which class doesn't have a couple of lovers? Even classes with very different academic performances are not uncommon. Everyone is busy. Who has time to keep watching you and gossiping?"

"Did we want to stick together like this?" Xiao Yao and Yu Luying said in unison.

“It’s no use arguing with me, you two. I know why, but other people don’t,” Shen Jie said slowly, picking up a bite of food. “People say that even if they’ve seen sticky girls, they’ve never seen girls who go to the bathroom together during breaks.”

Xiao Yao & Yu Luying: "..."

Generally speaking, the practice of going to the toilet together only occurs between men or women.

"How about this," Xiao Yao said cautiously, "that we both drink less water from now on? We don't drink water before going to bed at night, and we empty the bottle in the morning and drink it after school."

Yu Luying & Shen Jie: "..."

A silence fell over the three little ones.

"Also, I have a little problem here," Shen Jie changed the subject, and produced a small stack of envelopes from somewhere: "What should I do with these love letters?"

Chapter 350 So, shall we break up?

2023-10-14

A silence fell over the three little ones.

"Also, I have a little problem here," Shen Jie changed the subject, and produced a small stack of envelopes from somewhere: "What should I do with these love letters?"

"What is this?!" Xiao Yao stared wide-eyed as if he had seen a ghost, snatching the stack of envelopes away. "It's only been a few days since school started, only a day and a half, okay?"

“How long does it take to write a letter? What’s the big deal?” Yu Luying said, “Have you never received one? Oh, you really haven’t.”

"I'm starting to find you more and more annoying," Xiao Yao said with a smile.

"Then let's break up?" Yu Luying replied with the same warm smile.

"One, two, three," Xiao Yao counted the envelopes in his hand—there were fewer than he had initially thought, perhaps because the middle one was too thick: "One and a half days, three envelopes, averaging one every half day—Little Apple with a corrupt conscience, is this the kind of school spirit we have? Is it really that chaotic?"

"Xiao Yao asked what's on my mind," Shen Jie said, blinking her eyes.

Yu Luying thought about it seriously for a moment: "No, I've only received it three times a month at most."

Xiao Yao: "? Then why are you reacting so strongly to my letter to you?"

"The one who started this practice, will he have no descendants?" Yu Luying replied, staring blankly into Xiao Yao's eyes.

Xiao Yao fell into deep thought.

Our school has an open-minded atmosphere, and Director Lin doesn't even openly oppose students dating. Under this "low-pressure" atmosphere, the number of students who find partners is still extremely low in proportion to the overall student population. This shows that, unlike vocational schools, our students are not particularly enthusiastic about romance.

Yu Luying, look at her! What a figure, what a look, and she's also academically excellent, right? She's simply perfect.

And so, several months later he wrote to her, and unexpectedly, he won the girl's "first time".

All of this indirectly demonstrates that our school has a simple and honest atmosphere, that its people love learning, and that the Teddy bearers are only a small minority.

In this simple and unpretentious campus environment, she, Xu Qingwei, actually collected three love letters on the second day of school.

This was all under the premise that Xu Qingwei deliberately made herself look ugly.