Chapter 200: Chapter 199 Nosebleed
Zhao Meimei was over the moon, hearing Shi Yang talking about marriage and living together; she felt so happy she was nearly dizzy. Not to mention Shi Yang wanted her to apply to a university in the provincial capital; even if he didn’t want her to attend university, she would eagerly nod and agree.
Zhao Meimei quickly said, "Alright, I’ll listen to you. As long as you’re willing to marry me in the future, whatever you say goes, and I’ll do whatever you want!"
Shi Yang couldn’t hold back and chuckled, "Do you really want to marry me that much?"
Zhao Meimei candidly replied, "Of course, I really wish I could marry you first thing tomorrow morning."
Shi Yang was moved by Zhao Meimei’s pure and sincere devotion and seriously said to the phone, "I’ll marry you as soon as you reach the legal age."
Zhao Meimei couldn’t stop smiling, "Really?"
Shi Yang firmly promised, "I won’t break my word."
Zhao Meimei covered her face with her hands and grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth. She pulled out a necklace from her clothes, and with the ring pinched between her fingers, she slipped it onto the ring finger of her right hand, fantasizing about the day when Shi Yang would solemnly put this ring on for her.
Just imagining it made Zhao Meimei feel a bit intoxicated, her happiness almost making her head spin.
When Shi Yang flew to Wenzhou, Zhao Meimei continued to bury herself in textbooks and diligently worked on her exercises in school.
After the second period of math ended in the morning, a few minutes passed when suddenly a loud thud was heard from the back of the classroom, followed by the screams of students around.
Zhao Meimei turned her head to take a look, quickly tossed aside the pen she was writing with, and darted over to break it up.
Xu Xu and Zhang Zhao were actually fighting.
Xu Xu was a typical bookworm. Although he was quite tall, when he faced off against Zhang Zhao, it was completely one-sided, and he was almost being pinned to the ground and beaten brutally.
Zhang Zhao, with reddened eyes, swung his fist at Xu Xu, growling angrily, "I’ll make you stop talking nonsense!"
Xu Xu resisted while sneering, "Am I talking nonsense? Can you swear that what I said is untrue?"
As Zhao Meimei rushed over to pull them apart, she heard these two unrelated sentences but didn’t have time to ponder the conversation. Instead, she called on her male classmates nearby to help separate them.
It was a struggle, but they finally managed to separate the two fighters.
Zhao Meimei pulled on Zhang Zhao with all her might while looking at Xu Xu with concern.
Wang Jiayue stood angrily in front of Xu Xu, glaring at Zhang Zhao.
Xu Xu’s fair face was bruised and swollen, looking ghastly, unbearable to see; it was clear that Zhang Zhao had really used all his strength.
Zhao Meimei latched onto Zhang Zhao’s arm and angrily scolded him, "Zhang Zhao, are you crazy? Can’t you talk it out?"
Zhang Zhao glanced at Zhao Meimei, then looked at Wang Jiayue and Xu Xu. Suddenly, he pointed at Xu Xu, eyes intimidating, "If you dare to spread this thing, I will definitely make your life hell!"
Xu Xu smirked at Zhang Zhao with a look of disdain, "If you provoke me again, I will surely tell her about this!"
Who Xu Xu was referring to as "her" was only known to him and Zhang Zhao. Sure enough, after hearing this hint, Zhang Zhao’s expression instantly turned grim. He clenched his fists and pounded the air twice in frustration, then glared at Xu Xu, "Alright, I won’t mess with you. Don’t provoke me either!"
Xu Xu looked at Zhang Zhao with extreme disdain, "You better keep your word."
An incident of nasty fighting was forcibly suppressed under Zhao Meimei’s protection as the class president, without alarming the teachers, and thus faded into oblivion.
Since that day, even if Xu Xu and Zhang Zhao occasionally encountered each other head-on in the corridor, they would only roll their eyes at one another and brush past, always tense, but never resorting to violence again.
Afterward, Zhao Meimei separately approached Xu Xu and Zhang Zhao, intending to understand the details of the matter. However, the two of them acted as if they had agreed beforehand, becoming as mute as clams, not even offering a punctuation mark.
Zhao Meimei’s heart remained anxious for several days, but seeing that the incident had indeed passed without further issue, she finally let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that the long-standing shadow had been dispelled.
That evening, Robber Hao informed her that the English teacher from the tutoring class had an emergency today, so the tutoring session was canceled, and school let out early.
Zhao Meimei went straight home from school, unlocked the door, and as soon as she entered, she saw a pair of Shi Yang’s leather shoes placed on the doormat, and Shi Yang’s usual down jacket hanging neatly on the wall hook.
Zhao Meimei felt a sudden surge of joy, hurriedly removed her shoes, and rushed inside, realizing that her parents’ things had already been taken away, and the couch was piled with bags from shopping.
Zhao Meimei glanced over them; some were bought in the provincial capital, and many seemed to be specialty products brought back from Wenzhou.
Last night when she talked to Shi Yang on the phone, she asked when he would be back, and he lied, saying it would be in a few days. Did he come home today to give her a surprise?
The whooshing of water from the bathroom could be vaguely heard.
The more excited Zhao Meimei became, the lighter her steps, her feet almost floating. She pressed her ear against the door crack to listen, but apart from the sound of water, all other sounds were drowned out.
Zhao Meimei cheerfully called out, "Bro!"
Almost as soon as the words left her mouth, the bathroom door swung open from inside.
The moment Zhao Meimei’s voice came out, the door opened.
Shi Yang stood stark naked in the doorway, one hand holding the handle, the other wiping his wet hair with a towel. The bathroom light illuminated his well-defined, smooth chest and thighs. His neck was slightly tilted back, and the towel danced lightly with his wiping motion, revealing the pleasing curve of his Adam’s apple.
The water droplets from his hair merged with the stream on his chest, running down his abdomen.
The bulging area between his legs was directly exposed to Zhao Meimei, who was so stunned she couldn’t look away, staring at Shi Yang’s wet and ample region.
Shi Yang opened the door, wiped his hair, lifted his head, and was utterly stunned to see Zhao Meimei standing there. He hadn’t expected Zhao Meimei to suddenly come home.
Zhao Meimei’s gaze burned as she stared at him there, her face turning beet red.
Shi Yang was momentarily disoriented, then remembered to cover himself. In his panic, he only managed to use the towel to cover below him. As he stepped back to close the door, he saw Zhao Meimei wipe her nose with her hand, and then a streak of bright red ran from her nose to her cheek, forming a vivid, bold line.
Zhao Meimei lifted her hand to look, blankly glanced at Shi Yang, and murmured, "Bro, my nose is bleeding!"
Shi Yang, momentarily unable to think of anything else, instinctively handed her the towel while shielding himself with his hand, instructing, "Quick, tilt your head back and cover it up!"