CH 12.1

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Shocked, Xue Lan read the text over and over again and rubbed his eyes. Only then did he believe what he was reading.

But how could Duan Wenzheng be…so fast?!

Xue Lan suddenly remembered Pang Zi’s words, and again remembered that Duan Wenzheng liked to joke, to begin with…

Maybe he was actually not outside and was only teasing him.

But Xue Lan somehow still reached the door. As he looked at the closed door, he feigned composure as he pushed it open.

No one was outside.

Xue Lan was rather stumped for words.

Well, Duan Wenzheng…enjoyed teasing people like this right? Xue Lan lowered his eyes. For a while, he didn’t know if he should be disappointed or relieved.

He was planning on closing the door again, but a slender hand with defined knuckles grabbed the door that was about to close.

“Looks like I’m not very welcomed?”

Xue Lan startled. He raised his eyes and was struck speechless as he looked at the person that semed to appear out of the blue.

Duan Wenzheng opened the door wider and let himself in. He drew nearer, scrutinizing Xue Lan. Besides having a bit of a dull look, Xue Lan showed no delight. “I spent the whole night as a driver and the center of the target, and even came running here so late…”

Xue Lan’s face reddened and he moved to the side to let him in. “I’ll get you water.”

Xue Lan strode to the kitchen.

How could he not welcome Duan Wenzheng…The instant he saw Duan Wenzheng earlier, his heartbeat was so fast it might burst out of his chest at any second.

With this “love rival” relationship ahead of him, Duan Wenzheng was willing to accept his kindness. To Xue Lan, this was already phenomenal. Besides…he didn’t expect Duan Wenzheng would really come.

Xue Lan walked to the living room with the cup of water. Duan Wenzheng was standing in front of the computer desk looking at the few pictures hanging on the wall.

Most of them were…

They were printed incomparably large: during the competition, during the awards, during an interview…and there was even one of “Xue Lan” wearing a dress and whose eyes were cold and clearly forced to take a group photo…

Wen Yan?!

……

Shocked, Xue Lan ran over and did his best to cover those pictures on the wall. “It’s all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!”

He didn’t know if the misunderstanding he spoke about actually meant his disguise was exposed in front of the “wife” or because of the dress in the picture that was hard to explain in a few words.

Duan Wenzheng averted his gaze and casually took the glass of water Xue Lan had put by the table. “You’ve known each other for a long time?”

Xue Lan shook his head, but when he thought about it, he nodded. He…was not familiar with Wen Yan, but the original owner had liked Wen Yan since junior high school.

In a way, it could be described as “like”, but the two’s meeting was only limited to watching the game as a fanatical fan wearing women’s clothing…and using the identity of the boss’ daughter to go backstage and ask for a group photo once.

Wen Yan always thought Xue Lan was a very troublesome…girl.

Xue Lan pondered before explaining again, “I was young back then and did a lot of…second year syndrome things, but I really won’t do it again in the future, and—and will never pester Wen Yan again.”

Xue Lan wanted to cry but didn’t shed a tear. He had struggled to build a good friendship and peaceful relationship with Duan Wenzheng, how could his status as a love rival be exposed?

“Mm.” Duan Wenzheng looked at the pictures on the wall. “So are these…”

Xue Lan remembered when Duan Wenzheng became jealous because of Wen Yan in the book as if he did not wish any living creature to be within 800 meters…

“I’ll take them down now!!”

Xue Lan hastily took off the group photo with Wen Yan from the wall. Seeing the remaining picture of himself wearing a dress hanging at the corner of the wall…he immediately took that off as well, planning to bury it together with the original owner’s things at the bottom of the chest.

But while he took out the few pictures from the frames and was preparing to store them away, Duan Wenzheng suddenly took out that photo of himself.

Xue Lan went to snatch it.

But Duan Wenzheng raised it up high out of his reach, watching his red face as he tried to snatch it.

Xue Lan was actually not short, but Duan Wenzheng as the shou for love for Wen Yan in the original work was 187. On top of it, he deliberately raised it up until his fingertips. No matter how many times he tried, Xue Lan couldn’t reach the photo. Instead, he almost fell on Duan Wenzheng as his feet became unsteady.

Duan Wenzheng looked at the bullied person with a bright red face and put a hand around his waist.

He was softer and more slender than expected, it felt surprisingly good.

Xue Lan steadied his feet with his support. Politely and guiltily he said, “Thank you.”

Duan Wenzheng’s brows slightly raised, his smile deepening.

How could he not tease him? A word and his face became red. He was brazenly taking liberties with him…yet he said thank you?

“It’s so beautiful, it’ll be too pitiful if it’s thrown away.” Duan Wenzheng kept the photo well. “Didn’t you want to thank me? Then treat this as a present of our first meeting.”

“…” Xue Lan was sluggish. “Didn’t you say…” his thank you was to invite him over to sleep?

“Didn’t you invite me of your own accord before that?”

“…” Xue Lan became lost, and had no choice but to ask, “Why did you suddenly come…I thought you didn’t want to come?”

“I was just passing by and thought to come up and rest.”

Hearing that, Xue Lan pulled the computer chair, gesturing for him to have a seat.