Of Course I Like It

Kushida Kikyou came back to her senses, and looking at Wang Meiyu's expression, she saw through her thoughts at a glance.

She immediately grabbed her hand: "Meiyu, do you like Jingu-kun?"

"Eh?"

Wang Meiyu retracted her gaze in a panic, shot a quick glance at Kushida, then weakly lowered her head and stammered:

"What are you saying, Kushida... How could I possibly... like... I don't like him, that's right, I don't like him at all!"

"Then why were you staring at him, and looking so lovesick? Confess honestly, or I won't be friends with you anymore!"

Kushida Kikyou feigned anger.

She wasn't actually angry, nor did she want to appear that way, as it would be bad for her image.

It was just that regarding the matter of Bai Ye, she had to get to the bottom of it.

"Do I really have to say it?" Wang Meiyu clutched her hand, looking pitiful.

She was very happy to be friends with Kushida.

She felt that Kushida was very caring and looked out for her, so she didn't want to lose this friend.

But that matter...

Kushida continued to coax her: "If you really like him, I will help you. Or is it—"

"Did he do something to wrong you?"

She could tell that Wang Meiyu's expression just now wasn't just a simple crush; the bitterness in it made her realize that something must have happened between the two of them.

Of course, this was just a guess; if nothing had happened, she would just treat it as a probe.

Hearing the accusatory tone Kushida used toward Bai Ye, Wang Meiyu panicked and hurriedly waved her hands in denial:

"No, no, it's my problem, it's all my fault. You, you must not blame him."

"So, what happened?" Kushida smiled.

"It's like this—"

Wang Meiyu thought for a moment and decided to tell her anyway; since they were going to be friends for a long time, it was inevitable that she would be found out.

However, she still told a lie, turning the fact that Bai Ye had proposed the breakup into her own proposal.

She did this because she was afraid that Kushida would dislike Bai Ye.

"So that's how it is..."

Kushida looked at her with a strange expression: "Meiyu, I don't understand, why did you want to break up?"

"I, I might have... maybe I didn't really like him... I just wanted to be his little sister... uh..."

These weren't entirely insincere words.

Ever since the moment she confessed, she had felt a sense of unease.

Even now, she couldn't distinguish what kind of emotion her feelings for Bai Ye were.

Whether she just wanted to be cherished, or if she had other intentions.

And as it turned out, her unease was realized a day later, which made her feel that Bai Ye didn't like her and only viewed her as a little sister.

If only she had known, she wouldn't have confessed.

Because of this, when she took the initiative to find Bai Ye this morning, she had tried to salvage their relationship.

Fortunately, she succeeded, and she hoped this breakup wouldn't cause a rift in their relationship.

Kushida sighed slightly and patted her head, trying to comfort her.

But then, thinking of something, she asked tentatively: "Meiyu, your first time..."

"No, no, I am still a vir... vir..."

It was still too difficult for the little one to say the word clearly, so Kushida nodded in understanding.

Once that was said, neither of them had the heart to chat about anything else; they finished their meal in silence and left the cafeteria arm in arm.

Not far away, Bai Ye and Horikita were also eating quietly.

He didn't pester Horikita any further.

He had already planted some ideas of romance with him in Horikita's mind, so attacking again now would be too impatient.

Even though he hadn't succeeded, the method he proposed would take root in Horikita's heart, and as they spent time together, it would gradually sprout, making the realization of his goal a logical progression.

This was what they called boiling a frog in warm water.

To make Horikita like him, he could only take it slow; only by letting her see his sincerity would she slowly lower her guard.

Once the barriers were removed, she would show her cute side to him.

After finishing their meal, the two left together.

When they reached the bottom of the dormitory building, he finally said:

"Horikita, give me your number. If there is any information regarding the school in the future, I will take the initiative to contact you."

Horikita did not answer this question, but instead asked curiously, "I haven't asked until now, but how do you know my name? Did I ever tell you?"

Bai Ye rubbed his forehead, "I already told you I'm your classmate. Is it that strange to remember your name? Not only that, I've memorized the names of everyone in the class."

Since he had long been familiar with the plot, he naturally remembered the vast majority of Class D. To save himself from unnecessary trouble, it was better to throw this 'setting' out in advance.

Horikita didn't dwell on it either, "What is your name?"

"Jingu, Jingu Bai Ye."

"What would you like me to call you?"

"Just call me Daddy."

"..."

Horikita looked at him with an expression one might use for an idiot. She wasn't even angry; she was likely just speechless because she truly couldn't comprehend what Bai Ye had said.

"Why don't you call me Mommy?" Horikita retorted.

"I could call you that, but I'm afraid you'd hit me."

"..." Horikita was left speechless once again.

Seeming too lazy to speak with him any further, the two exchanged phone numbers and went their separate ways.

Walking back to the dormitory, Bai Ye lay comfortably on his bed.

His whole body felt as if it were sinking, and even his soul seemed to be submerged in the soft bedding.

He began to contemplate his future plans.

Although he had come to this school to break up—meaning he only needed to date a girl and then break up—it was hard to make bricks without straw. If he wanted to survive in this school and have the capital to woo girls, he needed points, a lot of points.

And he didn't want to earn those points himself, because it was too much trouble.

He was a lazy person; drifting with the tide and doing as he pleased was the main theme of his life. Earning money and such was far too bothersome.

He decided to leave that to someone else.

The best candidate for this was Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

Although he was somewhat wary of his abilities, he still had to utilize him. Compared to Chabashira, he had a better way to use Ayanokoji Kiyotaka without being discovered.

He raised his hand, watching the sunlight pierce through his fingertips, and a captivating brilliance bloomed in his eyes.

That exquisitely refined face of his also softened, becoming intoxicatingly charming.