When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 163: Blockhead

In the summer night of August, Rong University’s campus was devoid of cicada song.

Pei Yan’s silhouette was starkly cold as he stood ramrod straight under the streetlamp, allowing the girl to clutch him tightly.

His hands were tucked in his pockets, his lips tightly pursed.

Only the pair of dark, somber eyes beneath the brim of his hat simmered with suppressed desire, like magma buried in a volcano, on the verge of eruption.

The girl had tears glistening at the corners of her eyes; a muffled thunderclap tore through the canopy of heaven, and she opened her eyes.

A deluge was imminent. Jiang Shuyao’s tearful eyes were hazy as she gently tugged at the hem of his clothes, "Pei Yan."

Her voice was thin and soft, with a plaintive cry that, in the stillness of the wind, was heartbreakingly audible.

He said nothing, his large hand resting on her shoulder, gaze directed toward the dark figure approaching in the distance, and slowly pushed the person in front of him away.

Following that, an abrasive whistle suddenly pierced the silence.

In a daze, Jiang Shuyao was startled and quickly turned around.

"All standard-bearers, assemble!"

Instructor Yan’s voice boomed like a bell, instantly clearing all heavy emotions.

She instinctively looked up at Pei Yan and noticed that he appeared calm and composed, seemingly with nothing he wanted to say to her.

Jiang Shuyao felt instantly embarrassed.

After hesitating for two seconds, she mustered up the courage, stood on tiptoe, and pecked at his chin like a dragonfly skimming the water.

She blushed, bowing her head, and said in a muffled voice, "Better a short pain than a long one. If you don’t want to continue being with me, just say it outright and don’t string me along."

The sudden change in atmosphere left Pei Yan both irritated and amused.

He looked down at the girl and asked her, "Who initiated the breakup in the first place?"

At this, Jiang Shuyao was keenly aware of her disadvantage.

But she still retorted stubbornly, "A one-sided breakup doesn’t count."

"How do you know it was one-sided?"

"Because you—"

The girl abruptly fell silent.

Her heart was harshly gripped, and struggling against the sourness, she murmured, "Then I say let’s break up, do you agree or not?"

Rumbles of thunder followed one after another, and blinding lightning flashed across Pei Yan’s stern face, his hand hanging by his side finally lost control and grabbed the girl’s collar.

Pei Yan’s eyes darkened as he bent down, leaned close to Jiang Shuyao’s face, and asked through clenched teeth, "Do you think I should agree?"

Jiang Shuyao looked at the magnified handsome face before her, blinked her sensitive lashes, and held her breath.

The whistle blew again, and there really was no more time.

Separated for more than a month, this guy hadn’t changed at all; his temper was still as foul as ever.

Jiang Shuyao didn’t want to deal with him anymore, shrugged off the large hand on her collar, and turned away in a huff.

The streetlamps on either side had somehow come back on.

The bright light shone on the girl’s retreating figure, her beauty laced with defiance.

Pei Yan slid his hands into his pockets, his eyes intently fixed on that vanishing shadow for a while, inexplicably chuckling to himself.

He strode with long legs towards the assembly area, his pace languid, the air around him more indolent than when he had arrived, no longer as urgent.

Once everyone had assembled,

Instructor Yan went around inspecting the results one by one, and when it came to Jiang Shuyao, the rhythm nearly collapsed.

From her childhood, she always had a mediocre presence in athletics.

Being chosen as a standard-bearer this time was probably due to luck.

With her head hanging sullenly and eyebrows slightly furrowed, she wondered whether to suggest to Instructor Yan to choose someone else—she really didn’t want to hold back her company.

Instructor Yan’s piercing gaze, however, went straight to a certain male standard-bearer, "What’s going on, are you having some difficulty?"

Pei Yan glanced at the girl indifferently, "Wooden head, can’t be reasoned with."

"?"

Jiang Shuyao was slightly stunned.

Blockhead.

Talking about her?

The rest of the guys simultaneously glanced at Pei Yan, eyes brimming with evident disapproval.

Blissfully unaware of the treasure he has, this guy.

Suddenly, a male student shouted, "Report!"

"Speak!"

"I’m willing to partner with Jiang Shuyao for the upcoming training task."

Look at that, a pretty girl is always in demand wherever she goes.

The rest sighed in unison, too late to volunteer.

The atmosphere turned bizarre.

Someone volunteering was naturally the friendliest solution for a female comrade.

The instructor pondered for a moment, about to speak, but was preempted by a crisp voice from beside him.

"Report."

A calm tone, neither high nor low, secure enough to cool one’s eardrums.

Everyone waited for the rest of what he had to say, but he seemed uncertain about what to say next. After pondering for a few seconds, he slowly let a mocking smile spread across his lips.

"I don’t want to."

A few guys flinched, and the same five words involuntarily floated through their minds—

Fuck your mom.

It turns out, there are people in the world so dark-hearted that if they don’t want something themselves, they won’t let others have it either.

As the crowd buzzed with pent-up energy, Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but glance at that bastard, locking eyes with him directly.

Pei Yan slightly turned his head, looking at her with a smirk that concealed his actual emotions. Whatever was hidden in those narrow eyes, it definitely irritated Jiang Shuyao.

Oddly enough, nobody challenged his nonsensical "I don’t want to" at the scene.

Including Instructor Yan, who just casually glanced at him, said nothing, and simply blew the whistle to dismiss.

As if someone capable of doing more than 60 push-ups in two minutes deserved such respect?

Tonight would be yet another sleepless night for Jiang Shuyao.

After washing up at ten, she lay in bed knowing that lights out was at eleven sharp. She had to fall asleep fast to ensure she could revive fully energized for training the next day.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, Pei Yan’s aloof face surfaced in her mind, along with his lingering words, "Who was it that suggested breaking up?"

The incident in Jinggang that night mattered to him more than she had imagined.

Jiang Shuyao was even unsure if she and he could ever return to the way they were.

Over the next few days, the sun grew more scorching by the day, eager to make up for the earlier half of the month’s lack of heat all at once at the end.

Training for the role model soldiers was in full swing.

But it wasn’t as idyllic as someone had imagined. The one-on-one collaboration lasted only until the next morning when the instructor changed tactics and switched the training plan to a different mode.

After returning to her squad, He Shumiao would sometimes come over and ask Jiang Shuyao, "Yaoyao, is your boyfriend really that good at push-ups?"

Hmm.

She had the fortune to witness it a few days ago—if not for the time limit, Pei Yan could easily do over five hundred in one go.

What level five hundred was, she wasn’t sure.

But judging from the others’ ghost-like expressions, she had an inkling.

That guy was outstanding in appearance and nearly all-round in sports. His long legs wrapped in camouflage often passed by, never failing to make the girls blush covertly.

According to He Shumiao, her boyfriend was like a lion striding across the savannah, a bursting overflow of hormones.

"..."

In fact, several times, Jiang Shuyao had the urge to tell her roommate a fact.

A lion on the savannah isn’t necessarily a good bird.