Shen Yu was dumbfounded. Before he could figure out what was happening, Ji Cიცen sat down beside him, then opened the insulated flask on Shen Yu's desk as a matter of habit and poured half a cup of hot water to cool.
"I'm not a helpless little lump."
Shen Yu pouted as he watched his deskmate work, his almond-shaped eyes full of resentment. Sure, he aspired to be a helpless little lump, but only at home. Shen Xiaoyu had his pride to consider in public!
"My fault. Force of habit."
Ji Cიცen apologized smoothly without stopping what he was doing. He even remembered to move the hot water onto his own desk, afraid his little deskmate might burn himself.
Hearing his deskmate's ready apology, Shen Yu somehow found Ji Cიცen's willingness to take whatever he dished out unsatisfying. With no outlet for his pent-up frustration, he huffed and dropped his head onto the desk with a thump.
"Hey? Hey!"
Watching the two troublesome fellows in front of him have another spat, the boy behind them couldn't resist sticking out a finger to poke Shen Yu in the back. As soon as Shen Yu turned, he leaned forward for the gossip.
"Still mad at Ji the God? Weren't you just holding hands on your way to the bathroom?"
"Who's mad? Am I that petty?" Shen Yu retorted, his eyes widening as though someone had stepped on his tail, yet his gaze involuntarily drifted toward his deskmate.
"And I deny the hand-holding!"
Denying it was useless. The boy looked ruefully at Shen Yu's self-deception, then at the utterly unruffled Ji Cიცen beside him. The words of reconciliation caught on his lips, and he felt he was meddling unnecessarily.
"All right, don't keep our classmate from watching the movie."
When Shen Yu still