On the way, Feng Ning fumbled through her pockets. She exclaimed, "Damn it, where's my phone?"
Jiang Wen stopped in his tracks.
"Did I drop it where I just fell?" She clicked her tongue in frustration. "Can I borrow your phone to make a call?"
After dialing, she heard the ringing sound; it hadn't been turned off. Feng Ning let out a small sigh of relief. "It's going through, so it should still be here."
They continued walking toward the school gate.
Even though this phone was a gift from Qilan for topping up her prepaid plan, losing it like this made Feng Ning feel heartbroken.
She rambled on, "I've always been really afraid of losing things. When I was in elementary school, I lost my bus card and ten yuan. It felt like the sky was falling down, and I hid on the rooftop of Shuang Yao's house, too scared to go home."
As she spoke, Feng Ning's nose twitched a couple of times. "Jiang Wen, what shampoo do you use? It smells pretty good."
Jiang Wen remained silent.
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
"What should I say?"
She sniffed again. "The brand of your shampoo."
"You can't afford it," Jiang Wen replied flatly.
"......."
Feng Ning was furious.
Ugh! Disgusting rich people!!!
But at this moment, with her legs feeling weak, she could only rely on Jiang Wen to help find her phone. She swallowed her anger and chose not to humiliate herself further.
Jiang Wen placed her on a bench.
Feng Ning reached out, "Can I borrow your phone again? I want to look up how to reduce swelling quickly."
Jiang Wen hesitated for a moment, took out the phone, unlocked it, and handed it to her.
A gust of wind blew by, rustling the bushes, and Feng Ning shivered. She admired the seemingly expensive phone for a moment.
She opened the browser and typed "how" in the search bar when the history suggestions popped up:
— How can you stop liking someone?
"Jiang Wen, did you find anything?" she shouted.
"Make a call with my phone," he instructed.
Two minutes later, amidst the ringtone melody of [You Shouldn't Be Infatuated with Me, I'm Just a Legend], Jiang Wen was stunned for a few seconds. He held back his frustration, his face darkening as he knelt in a pile of snow to retrieve the ringing phone.
Just as it played [Hey Yo, Brother Won't Be Lonely, Because Loneliness Is Accompanying Brother], he took a deep breath and angrily ended the call.
Feng Ning sat on the bench, gazing at Jiang Wen with a profound look in her eyes.
He handed her the phone. The tips of his fingers were frozen red.
Feng Ning immediately switched to a flattering expression, eagerly accepting it and cradling it in her hands while checking it repeatedly with concern.
Fortunately, although the domestic phone was a knockoff, it was durable and had survived being frozen in the icy weather without any damage.
As they went upstairs, Jiang Wen couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so unconventional?"
Feng Ning looked a bit confused and raised her head slightly, "What's wrong with me?"
"Mobile ringtone..."
"Oh." Feng Ning perked up, her tone excited. "I think it sounds great! I really resonate with some of the lyrics of this song."
"......"
"When I was in Junior High School, I especially loved singing this song for my fans at karaoke."
Jiang Wen glanced at her sideways. "Fans...?"
"Yes." Feng Ning looked quite proud, unfortunately he couldn't see it. "I had a lot of idols in Junior High School! I had some enthusiastic fans, like Shuang Yao and Zhao Weichen. They even wanted to set up a fan club for me at one point. But I'm not the type to be high-profile, so I firmly refused!"
As she spoke, her breath brushed against the skin behind his ear, tickling him.
Bouncing along, Feng Ning leaned on Jiang Wen's back and could see the short black tips of his hair, his semi-transparent earlobes, and a small section of his high and straight nose.
"By the way, do you remember that guy who burned my hair?" Feng Ning said cheerfully. "He pursued me for a long time, right? Then when we graduated from Junior High School, after dinner we went to sing, and I specifically sang this song for him, Brother Is Just a Legend."
"And then?"
"Then he was so shocked that after graduation he never contacted me again, hahahahaha."
After laughing, Feng Ning sighed lightly. "But I've heard from others that he changed at least four or five girlfriends after going to high school and is living happily."
"Why are you telling me this?"
She said seriously, "To brainwash you."
"Brainwash me about what?"
"In that age when you know nothing, regrets are common." Feng Ning's casual words lingered in his ear. "Whether you like someone or not is just a fleeting moment; don't take it too seriously."
After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "Did you hurt your leg or your brain?"
"Huh?"
Jiang Wen's tone was laced with undisguised disdain, colder than the snow falling outside. "I can't believe you would say something so pretentious."
Feng Ning was momentarily speechless, feeling a bit irritated. "Hey, how come I never noticed you were this mean before?"
"I never realized you were this stupid either."
Feng Ning couldn't help but laugh in anger.
Although their interactions began with her ulterior motives, intending to "educate" him, she found that Jiang Wen wasn't as unbearable as she had imagined. Despite his lack of manners, he could be quite funny and even charming at times. So even though his words were harsh, she secretly felt relieved.
—His words didn’t sound like those of someone who felt "trapped."
And how could Jiang Wen not understand the main idea behind her earlier statement? She had learned to be less direct and sharp than before.
Who doesn’t have a bit of pride?
He had always been seen as a prodigy by others, but his self-esteem had been trampled on multiple occasions. Jiang Wen was already disheartened.
Now that they had some contact, she kept her distance like he was poison, repeatedly drawing boundaries. The anger that Jiang Wen had suppressed for so long was being stirred up by her little by little.
He spoke without thinking and began to curse in frustration: "I must have been blind not to see how tasteless, narcissistic, and arrogant you are. Please don’t use those ridiculous quotes about youthful pain from who knows where to lecture me anymore."
How did a heart-to-heart conversation turn into a kindergarten-level argument? Feng Ning snapped back to reality, wondering if something was off.
She hadn’t said anything particularly provoking; how did she manage to ignite his temper?
Feng Ning struggled for a moment and said angrily, "Some people, it was already enough that they couldn't have me before, but now they're attacking me personally?"
"Who said they couldn't have you!" Her words provoked him into a fit of rage.
"Hey, hey, hey, I never said it was you; you admitted it yourself."
Jiang Wen pretended to let go, saying, "You can get down and walk by yourself."
Those who know how to read the situation are wise. Feng Ning decided not to hold it against him and put on an air of generosity: "Alright, alright, it was my fault."
As they reached the classroom door, Jiang Wen roughly dropped her. Feng Ning stumbled and barely managed to maintain her balance.
Just as he was about to leave, she called out to him.
Jiang Wen stopped.
"Even though you humiliated me and scolded me today, I, Feng Ning, won't hold a grudge. A wise person can tolerate much." Feng Ning patted her chest.
Jiang Wen closed his eyes and restrained himself with all his upbringing. He lifted his foot to leave.
She shouted from behind, "Thank you for helping me find my phone today! Wishing you a Merry Christmas, Jiang Wen! May you be happy every year!!!"
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