That evening, Chen Shouyi had just finished eating out and was walking home.
Song Tingting showed up again.
"Hello, Senior!" Song Tingting said with a shy smile. She held a Wooden Sword in her right hand and a huge bag of snacks in her left.
Her lips glistened with a rosy sheen from her jelly-colored lip balm. She wore a beige cashmere romper, and without stockings, her long, snow-white thighs were on full display.
The weather was so cold lately. Couldn't she wear a little more?
And she wasn't here to practice swordsmanship. Why dress up so prettily?
All sorts of thoughts flashed through Chen Shouyi's mind. He glanced at her, then very properly looked away. "Come in."
He stepped aside. As a fragrant breeze brushed past him, he closed the door.
"Senior, I brought you some beef jerky and chocolate."
Ever since Chen Shouyi had told her to stop bringing grapes, she had started bringing a wider variety of treats. Every day, she brought something different.
"Put them on the coffee table." Chen Shouyi didn't refuse; he'd consider them tuition. He sat down on the sofa, opened a pack of beef jerky, and asked as he ate, "By the way, we've known each other for a while, but I never asked—what grade are you in?"
"I'm in my senior year of high school. I'm taking the college entrance exam next year."
Chen Shouyi couldn't help coughing. She'd called him "Senior" so many times that he'd assumed she really was his junior. But they were actually in the same grade, and might even be the same age.
"Senior, what's wrong?" Song Tingting asked with concern.
"Mm, nothing. Let's get started with the practice."
"Oh!" Song Tingting picked up the Wooden Sword and began her practice for the day.
"Your push-off