The more Shen Yu thought about it, the more puzzled he became. He held his neck stiff, his already less-than-clever head filling with even more confusion.
Why did his brain stop working whenever he encountered Ji Cიცen?
He clearly wasn't in the wrong and hadn't done anything wrong. A real man ought to be open and straightforward.
After grinding his teeth and soothing himself for a good while, Shen Yu finally plucked up his courage and opened his eyes with a fierce glare.
To his surprise, Ji Cიცen wasn't staring at him this time. His eyes were lightly closed, and Shen Yu couldn't tell whether he had fallen asleep or was simply resting them.
Having already worked himself up this far, Shen Yu could only continue observing him openly. After waiting ten minutes without seeing his deskmate open his eyes, he was fairly certain Ji Cიცen was asleep, and deflated like a little rubber ball.
Remembering how Ji Cიცen's stare had made him shut his eyes, Shen Yu leaned sideways and studied his deskmate, whose posture was proper even in sleep, silently considering why he had avoided him.
Was he afraid of Ji Cიცen's gaze?
It seemed he was, a little.
Shen Yu propped up his chin. Originally, he had felt there was meaning in the way Ji Cიცen looked at him. After all, they had spent three years of middle school roughhousing; never mind meeting each other's eyes, they had even pressed their heads together to see who was stronger.
Now things were different. Thinking of Ji Cიცen's ambiguous hints, Shen Yu pursed his lips and argued his own case.
He was just too embarrassed to turn him down and worried about hurting his deskmate's fragile little heart. He wasn't afraid of Ji Cიცen at all!
*Then why had