Chapter 1201: Millennium Year Love Diary 06

Until Jin Chen finished his call, returned to the living room to eat lychees, Chen Zhu didn't ask about that call; he simply continued to look at him with Jin Chen's familiar smile—tolerant, warm and refreshing—watching him finish the lychees.

The sense of satisfaction in his heart gradually replaced the earlier agitation; Chen Zhu forced himself to forget the matter, when suddenly he heard Jin Chen shout.

Brother.

Hmm, what's up?

Chen Zhu raised his eyes to ask him, already with a lychee on his lip, the feeling very clear, and also Jin Chen's finger resting on his chin.

After Chen Zhu ate the lychee, the finger withdrew, and Jin Chen's cool brows and eyes gained a hint of a smile: "Brother, you've been acting silly these days."

"Really?" Chen Zhu was a bit dazed, gave a light laugh, "I hadn't noticed."

He continued watching the news on the big-screen TV, his fingertips digging into his palm.

Elsewhere.

Li Shao accepted the upstairs neighbor's tutoring invitation, after all this hourly wage was a treatment not available even for tutoring in the city.

After his grandmother's explanation, Li Shao gradually understood just how wealthy the upstairs neighbor was.

He had been to the department store supermarket in town; it was huge, this entire supermarket belonged to their family, plus half a street's worth of shop fronts.

"But why do they still live here instead of buying a bigger house?"

Li Shao inevitably doubted; no matter how tranquil and comfortable the environment here, it still couldn't compare to those detached villas—when Li Shao was in college in the city, he'd gone to a roommate's house, and in his whole life he'd never seen such a huge house.

"They still have a grandfather who's sentimental, refusing to move no matter what; look, it's fine for the whole family to live together—upstairs there are four units, three belong to their family, and it's not crowded."

His grandmother's explanation, Li Shao heard it but still didn't understand.

With such good conditions, still cramming into such a small house—truly the people of this town have never seen the world.

Even so, when he went upstairs with the prepared lesson plan and knocked on the door, Li Shao still wore a full smile, leaving a very good impression on the Zhao family parents.

"Come in; our Yu Yu's English is poor, and now the middle-school exam English is important—I really don't want her to fall behind."

Yuan Li smiled as she welcomed him in, then said a few polite words; Li Shao responded naturally, being inherently a likable top student, he straightaway made Yuan Li keep laughing.

Zhao Weifang had just returned from outside, wearing a sleeveless white skull T-shirt, his big-footed jeans extraordinarily long; after taking off his leather shoes, the pant legs dragged on the ground, already covered in yellow mud.

"Mom, who is he?"

Zhao Weifang had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, dubiously sizing up this fashionable young man before him; the clothing style was something even Zhao Weifang had never seen, quite novel.

"Hey, hurry up and stub out that cigarette! Don't choke the person; this is a college student from downstairs—Song Nainai's family—who went to Jing Shi to study, grades good, person well-behaved, has seen the world, and is far superior to you."

When Yuan Li praises people, she likes to compare them to Zhao Weifang; he's long been used to it, yet still can't help being drawn in by this introduction.

Jing Shi, he's heard of it—it's the capital, right!

"So impressive, buddy—is Jing Shi fun to play in!"

Li Shao politely smiled, also responding with pleasantries; Zhao Weifang couldn't tell, only knowing that people from the city are just different, their speech all set and formal.

During the trial lesson, Li Shao spoke fluent English right away; Zhao Yuyu directly said this brother was better than the teacher's explanation, and insisted that Yuan Li keep him.

That day Li Shao received the 500 yuan Yuan Li gave him, not counted as part of the class fee, said to be the trial lesson fee.

Just like that, Li Shao and Zhao Weifang could almost see each other every day, and they quickly became close.

——

Another afternoon, some day.

Zhao Weifang, who had just lost a basketball game, was in a terrible mood, riding his loudly modified motorcycle through the streets, completely disregarding nap time; the tattoo on his arm was enough to scare off anyone trying to stop him.

Passing the cake shop, Zhao Weifang saw Chen Zhu inside the glass door, piping cream onto a cake.

He inexplicably felt a stomachache, not real pain, just because earlier he'd seen a ghost, after stealing and eating a few cakes his stomach hurt, while the cakes his family bought caused no trouble.

Moreover he couldn't produce any evidence, and the stomachache wasn't constant, so he simply didn't take it to heart.

But today Zhao Weifang felt very bad, his hands were itchy.

The modified motorcycle stopped in front of the cake shop; Zhao Weifang rudely pushed the door open and barged in.

"Yo, Master Chen's making cakes again."

Zhao Weifang flicked his car keys with his hands behind his back; the hoarse, unpleasant tone from smoking too much was just as offensive.

Chen Zhu expressionlessly opened the window to let out the smell, having no intention of paying him any attention at all.

Such a person is no different from a quack plaster; compared to the nauseating contact that would come from resisting and starting a conflict, Chen Zhu would rather listen to his noise.

"Damn you, pretending to be deaf again! I'm talking to you!"

Zhao Weifang slammed the glass display table hard, glaring arrogantly: "Speak!"

Chen Zhu, as he wished, used the fingertip of his plastic glove to block the tip of the piping bag, raised his eyes and spoke coldly.

"Get out."

Zhao Weifang: "……"

"Damn it! You've got the guts today bigger than the sky! Get me a few cakes to eat, quick!"

He scanned Chen Zhu's clothing, then burst out mocking laughter: "Oh, you kill me, Chen Zhu—those who don't know would think someone in your family died again, all dressed in white mourning."

"Bland and tasteless, I don't know how my brother ever fell for you! Whoever likes you is blind!"

Just then Jin Chen returned from next door holding a bowl of mala tang:?

He held the plastic bowl with one hand, and as he pushed the door open, he kicked Zhao Weifang's butt with his foot.

"Who are you, yelling over buying a cake?"

Jin Chen struck first, setting the mala tang on the table, then gave Zhao Weifang a questioning glance and added a sentence.

"You're short, yet you wear those bell-bottoms like others, thinking you're a dwarf—you didn't even dare to scold just now."

"You…" Zhao Weifang hadn't reacted yet, just about to ask who Jin Chen was, but his words were cut off.

"What 'Youyou', you ill-mannered brat—if you can't afford a cake, get lost!"

Jin Chen's fighting power was fully unleashed, yet he could still pause to slurp a mouthful of mala tang noodles.

"Who the hell said I can't afford it!"

Zhao Weifang had never been questioned about not being able to buy something; he instantly roared like a lion whose fur was blown up.

"Then you buy it." Jin Chen poked at the pastry he had pulled out, "This pile costs five dollars, no discount."

"Five dollars…… not like you can just wait, who the hell are you!!"

Zhao Weifang finally reacted, slammed the pastry down hard, "What gives you the right to make me pay!"

Just after he finished shouting, he saw Chen Zhu instinctively shield that person behind him, suddenly realized, and burst out laughing in a rough voice.

"This damn couldn't be your new boyfriend, could it! Damn, just a Xiao Bai face."

Zhao Weifang shoved Chen Zhu's shoulder hard; as soon as he made contact, Chen Zhu instinctively stepped back and dodged, his back hitting the wall, "Don't touch me, get out."

Even though the contact lasted less than half a second, the nauseous, uncomfortable feeling still enveloped Chen Zhu's body, making him feel sick inside.

Jin Chen grabbed Zhao Weifang's collar and flung him away hard, his brows furrowed with agitation, "Get out, don't you understand?"

He is much taller than Zhao Weifang; Zhao Weifang, being grabbed by the collar and feeling uncomfortable, still provokes and mocks: "Where the hell did you get that Xiao Bai face, how could you like Chen Zhu's trash."

"Zhao Weifang!" Chen Zhu abruptly cut off Zhao Weifang's mocking, his gentle expression gone, now cold and hard, "You spread rumors all day—aren't you afraid I'll send you to the police station?"

Even if it's a rumor, something that never happened, Chen Zhu still didn't want Jin Chen to know.

"I'm dying of laughter, Chen Zhu, you're just a trash who only knows how to seduce people and you dare—ah ah ah ah! Let go of me, damn it!"

Zhao Weifang was beaten by Jin Chen's knee thrust into his stomach, using full force, the glass door behind him shaking.

"Help!!"