Chapter 18: Qing Qing Xukong's Feelings

Qing Qing Xukong's Feelings

After school, the students set off on their way home, and Qing Qing Xukong was of course no exception.

Ling Yu walked side by side with Qing Qing Xukong. After all, they lived under the same roof, so it would have seemed unnatural not to commute to and from school together.

Qing Qing Xukong had never had the experience of going home with a girl before, so he felt extremely ill at ease. If only Mocheng had come home with them too, but instead he had said something like "I won't disturb your little world for two." Mocheng hadn't meant to say anything snarky—it was purely out of good intentions—so Qing Qing Xukong had no grounds to complain. But that attitude of his, deciding everything without so much as a by-your-leave, really made Qing Qing Xukong furious.

"Phew... ahwowowow~"

Ling Yu stretched lazily, letting out a sound like a little kitten, and bathed her whole body in the sunlight that was beginning to turn red.

"Hey, boy, carry me on your back."

"No."

"Didn't you say I could keep going?"

"Don't push your luck..."

Qing Qing Xukong recalled what had happened that afternoon and felt unspeakably ashamed—why on earth had he agreed to that guy's request? But thinking about it more now would only make things more confusing, so Qing Qing Xukong decided he would never think of this matter again.

As a result, after finishing lunch and returning to the classroom, the two of them indeed became the focus of the entire class's attention. Clearly four people had gone out together, yet only two had come back together—asking others not to let their imaginations run wild was simply impossible.

The classroom was already thick with the atmosphere of "Ah? Those two are a couple, right?" and Qing Qing Xukong felt utterly troubled by it. Nobody knew the reason behind any of it, which was exactly why they thought that way. The imaginings that once would have caused Qing Qing Xukong agonizing pain were now tormenting him in the present tense.

Qing Qing Xukong was led forward by Ling Yu, who held his hand. Clearly Qing Qing Xukong would never allow such a thing, yet now he had absolutely no thought of shaking off this hand—perhaps it was because the skin he touched was so soft and warm that Qing Qing Xukong hesitated.

In the small park beside the route home from school, there were only a few trees barely worth mentioning, a patch of sand, and a few swings, but it was nevertheless a treasure trove for children. Watching the children's unreserved smiles, Qing Qing Xukong also felt a little happy—or perhaps it was because of Ling Yu.

"Maybe this isn't so bad either?" A voice like this spread through Qing Qing Xukong's mind.

"Ling Yu... actually, I..."

"Wait, boy."

"Mm... what's wrong?" Qing Qing Xukong noticed Ling Yu had stopped walking and asked her.

"Mm... boy, what do you think of your own appearance?"

"What kind of weird question is that..."

"There's a man behind you staring at you with burning eyes, boy."

Qing Qing Xukong whipped his head around and noticed a strange object had darted into the bushes nearby, making a strange sound as it went.

Qing Qing Xukong shook off Ling Yu's hand and headed to the front of the strange bushes, where he got a clear look at that person's face.

"Yo... Qing Qing Xukong!"

"Why is it you!?!?! Mocheng!!!"