r18novel Chapter 82 It's only natural!
Chapter 82 It's only natural!
When the afternoon military training ended, the sun was still hanging in the sky, unwilling to leave.
The people on the playground dispersed quickly; some ran towards the cafeteria, some towards the dormitory, and some squatted under the shade of trees, unwilling to move.
Song Huan stepped out of the queue, stretched her neck, and heard two cracking sounds from her bones.
Xiao Yunqing stood to the side, took off his hat to fan himself, his bangs were wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead.
She turned her hat back up, picked up two water glasses, one his and one hers, and hugged them to her chest.
"Let's go eat."
"You go first, I'll buy something." Song Huan walked towards the school gate.
Xiao Yunqing glanced at him. "What are you buying?"
"You'll find out soon enough." He walked away without turning his head, hands in his pockets.
Xiao Yunqing stood on the playground, watching his figure disappear around the corner, and walked towards the cafeteria carrying two water cups.
But after walking halfway, they turned a corner and headed west towards the playground.
There is a small garden on the west side of the playground. It is not big, but it has several large banyan trees. The canopy spreads out like a huge umbrella, blocking the sunlight.
This is a great place she discovered during the past few days of military training. When it gets too hot at noon, she comes here to sit. It's cooler than the classroom and quieter than the playground.
She walked to the largest banyan tree and sat down on the stone bench.
The water glasses were placed side by side, one blue and one pink.
She rested her hands on her knees and looked up at the leaves above her head.
The leaves are dense, and sunlight filters through the gaps, casting shimmering spots of light on the ground that sway in the breeze.
It was very quiet around, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, like someone whispering in your ear.
A few boys were playing ball on the playground in the distance, their shouts were too faint to hear clearly.
Xiao Yunqing sat on the stone bench, quiet and still, holding two water cups, like a handful of moonlight that had been carefully placed.
At first, the students in the class thought it was a bit strange that the two of them were together every day.
Aside from dating, how could a boy and a girl possibly be glued together every day after the start of military training?
Upon further inquiry, it turned out they were cousins.
They all breathed a sigh of relief. So that's how it is. No wonder.
Xiao Yunqing sat on the stone bench and waited for about ten minutes.
It wasn't long, but she felt it took a while.
She glanced in the direction of the school gate, saw no one, then turned back and looked down at the spots of light on the ground.
"How did you end up here?"
The sound came from the side. She looked up and saw that Song Huan had walked over at some point, holding a transparent plastic box filled with bright red strawberries, neatly arranged one by one.
He sat down next to her on a small stone bench, their shoulders touching.
Xiao Yunqing stared at the strawberry in his hand, momentarily stunned.
The strawberries were large, very red, and still had water droplets on them, so they looked like they had just been washed.
The plastic box is a transparent packaging box with a few small holes in the lid for ventilation.
"You went to buy this?"
"Hmm." He opened the box, and a faint sweet smell wafted out.
Xiao Yunqing looked at the strawberries, then at him, "Does the convenience store sell these?"
Song Huan took one out of the box and handed it to her.
The strawberries on his fingertips were a bright red, and the leaves were still green, as fresh as if they had just been picked from the ground.
"Who told you I went to the convenience store?" He looked at her. "I found a fruit stall near the school gate and bought some, thinking you'd like it."
Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment.
She had seen the fruit stand near the school gate before. It had just been set up when she arrived at noon, with the strawberries on top, bright red and fresh. She glanced at them a few times, but didn't say she wanted to buy any.
He saw it.
"Eat up, I've already washed it," Song Huan said to her, not even noticing that her face was sweating from running so fast.
Xiao Yunqing saw it and bit her lip.
She took the strawberry, held it between her fingers, and didn't eat it.
With her head down and her voice very soft, she said, "You don't always have to give it to me... You can eat it yourself too."
Song Huan didn't pull her hand back, just looked at her with a slight smile in her eyes, "I don't like sweets."
Xiao Yunqing looked up, and he happened to be looking at her, and smiled.
"Because I feel you're sweet enough already."
The wind rustled through the banyan leaves.
Xiao Yunqing's face turned red starting from her neck and burning all the way to the tips of her ears.
She glared at him for two seconds, then forced out the words through clenched teeth, "Song Huan, do you often try to make other girls happy like this?"
Song Huan raised one hand, her expression so serious it was as if she were making a vow, "No, you're the first."
Xiao Yunqing snorted and turned her face away. But the corners of her mouth turned up, very high.
There's a voice in my heart, soft and gentle, like cotton candy melting on my tongue.
[The first one.]
He said I was the first.
[And then what?]
[Will you be the first one like this?]
[Oh dear, what am I thinking!]
She looked down at the strawberry in her hand for several seconds, then slightly opened her mouth and put the strawberry in her mouth.
I took a bite, and the juice burst on my tongue, spreading out the sweetness—it was refreshing and not greasy at all.
"Is it delicious?" Song Huan asked from the side.
She nodded, her cheeks puffed out, and her lips were red with a little strawberry juice.
Looking at her satisfied and obedient appearance, Song Huan's lips curled up.
He took another one out of the box and handed it over.
Xiao Yunqing took it, but didn't eat it; she just held it in her hand.
"Thank you." The voice was very soft, like a mosquito's hum.
Song Huan looked at her. "Just said thank you? No other gesture?"
Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment, and her cheeks flushed even more.
She lowered her head, her gaze drifting away, staring at the patches of light on the ground, unsure of where to look.
She gripped the strawberry even tighter with her fingers, as if afraid it would fall.
"Then...then I'll bring you some next time too?" The voice was muffled, squeezed out from the back of his throat.
Song Huan chuckled softly, her voice unusually gentle.
He leaned slightly closer, but maintained the most polite distance.
Not far away, I could smell her shampoo; not too close, so it wouldn't make her nervous.
"You don't need to bring it for me."
He looked into her clear, innocent eyes and said, word by word, earnestly and gently, "It's only natural for a boy to make a girl happy."
The wind rustled through the banyan leaves, like applause for someone.
Xiao Yunqing stood there, her eyelashes trembling slightly, the blush on her cheeks spreading from the tips of her ears to her neck, and then from her neck to her collarbone.
She lowered her head, looked at the strawberry in her hand, and stared at it for several seconds.
The corners of her mouth subtly and gently lifted up.
It wasn't the kind of loud laughter, but the kind of laughter that you wanted to hold back but couldn't, a laughter that overflowed from the bottom of your heart.
Her eyes were curved, her dimples were shallow, and she looked like a cotton candy soaking in warm water—soft and sweet.
He closed the box and placed it between the two of them, saying, "Keep it and eat it slowly, don't finish it all at once."
Xiao Yunqing nodded, put the strawberry in her hand into her mouth, took a bite, and the sweetness spread on her tongue.
She glanced at him sideways; sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling on his face and making his eyelashes shine.
He was looking down at the lid of his water glass and didn't notice that she was watching him.
She turned her gaze away and stared at the spots of light on the ground. The spots of light flickered, like a heartbeat.
[It's only natural.]
[He said it was only natural!]
She didn't think any further.
But just that one sentence was enough to make the girl happy all day.
These past few days, the girls in my class have been talking about what their ideal type is.
Xiao Yunqing thought about it and decided that her ideal type would be: tall, with a nice smile, great at basketball, wear her school uniform loosely with the zipper never fully zipped up, have slightly long hair that would poke her eyes with her bangs, excellent grades, like to tease her until she gets angry, and then try to coax her back in a clumsy way, either by buying her honey grapefruit tea or ice cream…
But as Xiao Yunqing thought about it, she realized that this was Song Huanyao.
He looks like him, has the same personality, the same build, the same values—it's like him…
Song Huan, it turns out you really are special in my eyes.