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I completed my first meeting with Jiang Muyu, and it was a tie; neither of us lost. Afterward, he added me to his contacts, claiming it was for timely communication of strategies. We both agreed that Su Yi and my best friend were being shy and needed a little push from us.
Coincidentally, tomorrow is Saturday, and a horror movie is being released that is said to rival "Spirit of the Pen," which could create an opportunity for them to get closer. "I want to see it too; I can keep an eye on them!" I volunteered.
Jiang Muyu was silent for a long time before replying, "Okay." With his response, I quickly called my best friend to arrange our plans for Saturday. "Even though you're not scared, you have to act very scared. Cover one eye with your hand, hold onto his arm with the other, and occasionally gasp lightly. Got it?"
My best friend nodded repeatedly, taking notes diligently with one hand while holding a small notebook in the other. I nodded at her with satisfaction: "Yes, I'll be right behind you tomorrow, watching you. If we don't succeed tomorrow, then... we must succeed!"
When my best friend and I arrived at the cinema, Su Yi and Zhou Mu Yu were already waiting at the entrance, each holding a bucket of popcorn and two cups of milk tea. They were looking in our direction with determined expressions.
It seemed they had dressed up for the occasion and even used hair gel. Don't ask me how I knew; my brother is just as vain when he goes out on dates. Curiosity got the better of me, and without thinking much, I asked, "Why are you here too?"
"I was worried, so I came to check," Jiang Muyu replied calmly. Su Yi shot Jiang Muyu a strange look upon hearing this.
The movie was about to start, so I didn’t press further. The four of us hurried inside to find our seats. We ended up sitting two rows behind Su Yi and my best friend, right next to each other.
I couldn't help but glance at Jiang Muyu with curiosity, feeling a slight sweetness rise in my heart. "If you're scared, you can hold onto my arm," he said nonchalantly.
How ridiculous! Am I scared? Every weekend, Zhao Mingzhu drags me to watch various zombie movies. From screaming at first to covering my eyes and eventually being able to guess the plot while watching.
Really, I have become numb. What is there to be afraid of when it comes to ghosts?
Unexpectedly, just ten minutes into the movie, Jiang Muyu jumped three times. His hands kept clenching into fists, then unfolding, and then clenching again. Occasionally, he would wipe his palms with a tissue.
As I watched him stuff popcorn into his mouth one after another, I gave him a look that said it all. With a hint of helplessness, I took his hand and mimicked his tone, saying, "If you're scared, you can hold onto my arm."
Although Jiang Muyu's face was pale, he didn't lose grip on my hand; instead, he opened my fingers and intertwined them with his. He said proudly, "Now I'm not scared anymore."
What a little rascal; he really came for me.
My heart raced as if it were about to leap out of my chest, yet I didn't pull my hand away from his.
In contrast, my best friend in the front row completely forgot the instructions I had repeated to her at least five times last night and was intently watching the movie.
She occasionally turned her head to talk to Su Yi, who nodded in agreement. However, their hands would brush against each other while reaching for popcorn, only to quickly pull away.
Well, that's fine. My best friend has her own luck.
Jiang Muyu would occasionally run his warm fingers over my palm, making me feel ticklish. When I turned to pretend to be angry at him, he looked at me innocently and silently mouthed, "I'm scared."
I was speechless.
After the movie ended, those two were still excitedly discussing the plot as if they had found kindred spirits.
Jiang Muyu and I exchanged glances and sighed simultaneously.
I couldn't handle it; it was simply too much for me.
After a while, Su Yi finally noticed Jiang Muyu's pale complexion. He asked with concern, "Are you okay?" After that, he turned to me and my best friend and said, "You guys don't know this; this kid has a bit of claustrophobia and hardly ever watches movies like this. Once he came over to my place, and I dragged him to watch Alien; he was so scared that he trembled all over..."
Jiang Muyu lowered his head and remained silent, but suddenly a blush crept onto his handsome face. He pressed his fist against his lips and cleared his throat twice; Su Yi abruptly fell silent.
Then he looked at me weakly and said, "I'm fine; I can hold on."
A wave of tenderness surged in my heart.
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