Chapter 51: What's fun about holding hands? Holding feet is fun

Being playful is really happy.

Jiang Cheng was pushed back but didn't press his advantage; he rubbed his hands and let it go.

Yujie looked annoyed, glanced at Jiang Cheng, and walked ahead.

But I don't know if it was because she was flustered; as she turned, her high heel twisted.

Ah!

Yujie let out a startled cry.

Jiang Cheng reacted quickly and steadied Yujie.

Hiss—pain, pain!

Sit down quickly, let me see what's wrong.

Beside the pebble-paved path was a park-like bench; Jiang Cheng helped Su Manyao toward it.

But Yujie had twisted her ankle, so she could only hop on her other foot; besides, her high heels were very thin—just now, because the heels were too thin, stepping on the gravel twisted her ankle.

Now only one foot can bear weight, making hopping even more inconvenient.

Jiang Cheng paused, hesitated for a second, then reached out and scooped Yujie up in a princess carry.

Yah!

What are you doing? Put me down quickly!

Yujie beat Jiang Cheng's shoulders with both hands as she tried to run, but Jiang Cheng didn't budge, carrying her to the bench before setting her down so she could sit.

You really are something.

Having made it onto the bench, Yujie muttered resentfully.

When her usually aloof face showed the petulant expression of a little woman, it really made one want to cup it and kiss it.

Jiang Cheng also wanted to, so he squatted and reached out to cup it—but not Yujie's face.

He grabbed Su Manyao's foot in the high heel; Su Manyao tried to pull back a little, but Jiang Chen pinched her foot, preventing her from moving it, so she gave up.

Be gentle, it hurts.

Su Manyao said, feeling a bit wronged.

Jiang Cheng just looked at her, silent, his gaze falling on her jade-like foot.

He knew it actually didn't hurt at all—just a twisted ankle, not a skin injury; pain only comes when weight is put on it.

Moreover, his hand didn't touch the bare skin of the twisted foot.

So saying it hurts is just Yujie's embarrassed protest!

Jiang Cheng ignored her protest and untied the shoelace.

He took off the shoe and placed it aside! The foot, always painted with vermilion nail polish, was exposed to the air.

The toes curled together shyly.

Yujie turned her face to the side, gripped her skirt with both hands, and leaned back in the chair.

Not serious, just temporary pain; as long as the blood keeps flowing, there should be no big problem.

Jiang Cheng said, reaching out to pinch the bare skin of the sprained foot, and began to gently knead it.

He heard Yujie inhale sharply.

After all, directly kneading the injured spot will inevitably cause some pain.

But Jiang Cheng didn't look up; he feared that if he got too carried away, he might turn into a feral tiger in the mountains!

…

The team-building activity ended before dark, and a group of people planned to return to school.

Su Peng had a decent afternoon of fishing, catching three 'big fish' about two jin each, plus over a dozen whitebait caught together. They had just returned when they heard they had to go back, and they complained bitterly about what to do with the fish they'd caught; according to their plan, they should kill and eat the fish they'd caught before heading back.

In the end, reluctantly, they handed over the bucket holding the caught fish to the mountain villa's staff.

Leaving the villa and waiting at the gate for the bus, Su Peng boasted to Jiang Cheng: 'I invited you to go fishing with us this afternoon, but you didn't go—look what you gained this afternoon.'

We're different—although we didn't get to eat the fish we caught, we had fun back then, and we even met a few girls from the Music Department!

Even Deng Qi held hands with a girl from the Music Department!

Jiang Shan glanced at him, then turned his gaze toward Su Manyao, who was surrounded by Music Department girls in the distance.

'What's fun about holding hands? Holding feet is fun,' Jiang Cheng said.

Su Peng took this as Jiang Cheng's tactic to change the subject, saying: 'You're just sour grapes because you can't have the grapes.'

After getting on the bus, Su Peng and Jiang Cheng sat together in the same row.

Just after the bus started moving, Su Peng sniffed, looked at Jiang Cheng, and said: 'Why do you smell like my sister's usual perfume?'

Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows; before he could speak, a head popped out from the seat behind him—a boy who had joined the team-building game earlier—who interjected: 'You and Professor Su are awesome, your teamwork is great!'

Jiang Cheng glanced back at him, then quickly interrupted: 'It's just that you're too weak!'

'What game?' Su Peng asked nervously.

Jiang Cheng said: 'You're like someone with an underdeveloped cerebellum—coming out for team-building, you have to do team-building games, right?'

'Oh,' Su Peng pondered, then said: 'Then your perfume is.'

'I keep saying your cerebellum isn't developed—there are so many mosquitoes in this mountain lodge, yet you didn't bother to spray something before heading out; look, I haven't been bitten by mosquitoes.' Jiang Cheng shook his arm.

Looking again at Su Peng, both his hands had red bumps and scratch marks.

Obviously, he'd been bitten badly by mosquitoes.

'Gee, I really wonder—how come you haven't been bitten by mosquitoes?' Su Peng looked at Jiang Cheng's hand, then at his own, and exclaimed in shock.

Jiang Cheng ignored him, letting him think on his own—nothing more than claiming the perfume's merit—but deep down he thought: 'I haven't been bitten by mosquitoes, and it has nothing to do with the perfume; it's just that Yujie is too tender, and her milky scent especially attracts mosquitoes, drawing their fire away, so none bite me.'

Back in the dormitory, it was already night.

Deng Qi and Liu Tao both went out, and when they left, they were both beaming.

Su Peng grabbed two people and asked, but neither would say who the appointment was with.

In the end, only Jiang Cheng and Su Peng remained in the bedroom.

Su Peng was playing games, but Jiang Cheng still hadn't finished the detailed script outline he had promised Li Jinxing.

After all, it's impossible to perfectly restore the content from memory, so some creation and imagination must be added.

After a while, it got boring and dull, not even a good song to listen to.

Besides wanting to make some money from selling that previously written song, he also hoped that music streaming apps would have a song he liked to listen to.

But that female star's voice didn't match, or perhaps her voice was just average, so Jiang Cheng only listened once and never again to that first song he sold, even though its chart performance wasn't bad.

However, the Legend he gave to that little singer Ye Qing last time matched her voice well; if sung, it should sound good.

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng opened his phone and pulled Ye Qing's number from his contacts.

This was the number Ye Qing had actively saved on his phone the last time.

He dialed the number.

After a moment, the call was answered, and the voice sounded somewhat excited.

"Jiang Cheng, I'm Ye Qing." Ye Qing's voice came through, but it sounded a little hoarse.

Jiang Cheng frowned, thinking he wouldn't have lent his voice to a lure for that song, would he?

He made the song based on Ye Qing's voice; logically it shouldn't be this 'nonsense syllables', right? (End of chapter)