novelraw Chapter 002 Half a Cup of Milk Tea
Chapter 002 Half a Cup of Milk Tea
The air felt somewhat stagnant.
Wen Ning, wearing high heels, followed half a step behind Jiang Ci.
The man in front had long legs and a long stride.
She was a little out of breath trying to keep up with him.
She was still holding the half-finished strawberry milkshake in her hand.
The surrounding gazes were like searchlights.
The male students from the Computer Science department hadn't dispersed yet; they were all pretending to pass by, but in reality, they were all secretly glancing at the brave man who had "captured" the heartthrob of the school.
Even though Jia Pengxiu and Zhang Annian were walking at the very back, they could still feel the awkward, oppressive atmosphere.
"Annian," Jia Pengxiu said in a low voice, "is this really your sister-in-law? This style... doesn't match Ci-ge at all."
Zhang Annian adjusted his glasses: "Talk less, watch where you're going."
Jiang Ci suddenly stopped.
In the shade of a sycamore tree.
Wen Ning almost bumped into his back.
She slammed on the brakes, her chest heaving.
[Host, please take note.]
That damn mechanical voice is back again.
[Mission Upgrade: To further prove his affection, please make the male lead drink the remaining half cup of milk tea in your hand.]
[Countdown: Two minutes.]
Wen Ning stood frozen in place.
She looked down at the pink strawberry milkshake in her hand, topped with a thick layer of milk foam.
Water droplets clung to the inside of the cup.
There was also a clear, bright red lipstick mark around the straw tip.
This is what she drank.
Still what's left.
Wen Ning felt that the system wanted her dead.
Who is Jiang Ci?
A University's famously aloof beauty, she is said to have severe mysophobia.
He wouldn't even drink someone else's leftover water, let alone touch someone else's hand.
If he were to hand it over, he would most likely just dump it on her head, right?
"that……"
Wen Ning swallowed hard.
No, compared to being electrocuted, being dismembered is more tolerable.
She took a deep breath and took a small step forward.
They stood in front of Jiang Ci.
Jiang Ci lowered his eyes.
My gaze lingered on her face through the thin lenses of my glasses.
He didn't speak, but was waiting for her to speak.
Wen Ning raised the cup of milk tea.
The pink liquid sloshed around in the glass.
The lipstick mark was blindingly red in the sunlight.
"Jiang Ci."
She spoke, her voice still that infuriatingly soft and sweet tone, "This is too sweet."
Jiang Ci didn't move.
He simply lowered his gaze and glanced at the cup.
Jia Pengxiu gasped in shock.
What are they doing?
That's the strawberry flavor that Ci Ge hates the most, and it's all sweet!
Besides, it was someone else's leftovers!
Wen Ning braced herself and moved the cup toward him.
It almost poked his white shirt.
"I can't drink anymore."
She blinked her big eyes and pleaded sweetly, "Our teacher taught us from a young age that we shouldn't waste food. Please drink it for me."
There was dead silence all around.
The students passing by all tripped.
Is this woman crazy?
How dare she let Jiang Shen drink her saliva?
Wen Ning's hands were trembling.
She was genuinely afraid.
I'm afraid Jiang Ci might utter the word "get lost" from his handsome, thin lips.
Jiang Ci looked at her.
My gaze shifted from the cup of milk tea to her exquisitely made-up face, and finally settled on her constantly trembling eyelashes.
Is she afraid?
If you're afraid, why do you do such a thing?
Jiang Ci tilted his head slightly.
He glanced around out of the corner of his eye.
It was peak time for students to leave get out of class, and the crowd was growing.
Her skirt was so short today; when she ran over, the hem fluttered, and many boys' eyes were glued to her legs.
If I reject her now...
Judging from how dramatic she was just now, she'd probably burst into tears on the spot.
There will only be more people watching then.
trouble.
Jiang Ci clicked his tongue inwardly.
He hates trouble.
I hate being stared at like a monkey.
He extended his hand.
That long, slender hand, usually reserved for coding, accepted the creamy pink milk tea.
Wen Ning's fingers accidentally touched his palm.
It's hot.
She pulled her hand back as if she had been burned.
next second.
Amidst the shocked gazes of the entire audience.
Jiang Ci neither looked for a tissue to wipe himself nor removed the straw.
He lowered his head and looked down at the spot where Wen Ning had just drunk from, even pressing his lips against the lipstick mark.
I took a sip.
The pink liquid rose up along the straw.
Adam's apple bobbed.
"Holy crap..."
The book in Jia Pengxiu's hand fell completely.
Zhang Annian's glasses lenses were shattered all over the floor.
That's Jiang Ci!
Jiang Ci is so otherworldly!
Is this an indirect kiss?
That's definitely an indirect kiss!
Wen Ning was also dumbfounded.
She watched as Jiang Ci calmly swallowed the cloyingly sweet liquid, without even changing his expression.
He only furrowed his brow almost imperceptibly.
"Full sugar?"
he asks.
His voice remained cold and indifferent, revealing no emotion.
Wen Ning nodded blankly: "...Mm."
Jiang Ci handed the milk tea back to her.
The movements were so natural, as if they had been done countless times before.
"Don't buy anything so sweet next time."
He paused, then added, "I don't like strawberries."
Even though I said I didn't like it.
But he drank it.
I drank my girlfriend's leftover milk tea in front of everyone.
Wen Ning held the milk tea she had lost and found again, feeling her palms burning.
His body heat seemed to still linger on that straw.
There's a little bit of dampness next to the lipstick mark from before.
"Let's go."
Jiang Ci ignored the petrified crowd around him.
He put one hand in his pocket, while still carrying Wen Ning's small, purely decorative bag in the other, and turned to walk towards the cafeteria.
"What are you still standing there for?"
Seeing that Wen Ning didn't move, he stopped, turned around, and asked, "Aren't you hungry?"
Wen Ning came to her senses.
"Hungry! So hungry!"
She quickly followed.
This time, she wasn't so far away.
Instead, she tentatively moved closer to him.
The two walked side by side.
The shadows overlapped on the concrete ground.
Jiang Ci had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a bag.
A pretty little tail followed closely behind.
The scene was strangely harmonious.
The two figures disappeared at the end of the tree-lined path.
The suffocating silence at the entrance of the teaching building was finally broken by a crisp message notification tone.
Immediately following was a continuous series of vibrations.
Dozens of mobile phones lit up at the same time.
Someone was quick enough to capture the scene on camera.
High definition, uncensored.
The film clearly captured the details of Lian Jiangci's Adam's apple bobbing as he lowered his head and put the straw in his mouth.
In just three minutes.
The university's online forum has crashed.
Countless lurking accounts flooded in.
The posts highlighted in red on the homepage have increasingly sensational titles.
[Breaking News! Breaking News! Breaking News! The unattainable beauty has fallen from grace!]
The main building only has one picture: Jiang Ci is looking down and drinking the milk tea in Wen Ning's hand.
First floor: [Holy crap? This is Jiang Ci? This is the Jiang Ci who doesn't wash his hair for three days while doing experiments and ignores the school beauty's confession?]
Second floor: [Upstairs, when did Jiang Shen stop washing his hair for three days? You're missing the point! The point is that Wen Ning drank from that milk tea!]
Third floor: [Indirect kiss! Confirmed! Help, why do I sense a feeling of affection in this kiss?]
Immediately afterwards, a second hot post was pushed to the top.
What kind of spell did that drama queen/beauty of the department cast on Jiang, the academic genius?
The content details Wen Ning's affected "darling" and "my legs are sore" from earlier.
First floor: [If I dared to talk to my boyfriend like that, he'd make me go hiking to get my leg treated.]
Second floor: [Isn't Wen Ning from the art academy? I heard she doesn't have a good reputation there; all she's good-looking about is her face.]
Third floor: [What's with the sour grapes upstairs? To be fair, that face is really killer. Jiang Ci is a man too; even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman, you know?]
In the corner, an inconspicuous post is quietly gaining traction.
[Doesn't anyone think this is a great ship? Aloof academic genius x silly, pretentious beauty.]
OP: [He drank it! He didn't even wipe the straw! The way he picked up his bag was so practiced! What else could this be but love? A sure bet!]
Jia Pengxiu stood in the wind, scrolling through posts on his phone, his hands still trembling.
He looked at the enlarged photo on the screen.
That's Jiang Ci.
Jiang Ci, who gets angry even over a single extra space in code.
"Peace and happiness."
Jia Pengxiu swallowed hard. "Have you checked the forum?"
Zhang Annian pushed up his glasses, looked at his phone screen, and had a complicated expression.
"I've seen it."
Some people say that Brother Ci has been cursed.
Jia Pengxiu: "Do you believe it?"
Zhang Annian put away his phone, looked in the direction the two had disappeared, and shook his head.
"I don't believe in black magic."
"But I believe that everything has its counter."
The direction of the cafeteria.
The wind rustles through the leaves of the sycamore tree.
A gossip storm about "how much Jiang Ci dotes on his girlfriend" is sweeping from A University to the neighboring art college.
The two people at the center of the storm were sitting in a corner of the cafeteria.
They began their "not-so-pleasant" lunch, facing a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs.