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Jian Ming did not realize that he was still holding her hand, so Qinglan felt embarrassed to pull away and could only stand by the roadside with him, searching for his gaze as she looked around.
"Brother Shaojie!" Qinglan suddenly called out in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft.
Indeed, the tall and thin figure walking ahead of them across the street was unmistakably An Shaojie.
Hearing Qinglan call out "An Shaojie," Jian Ming sensitively turned his gaze towards her.
Yes, there was indeed someone by An Shaojie's side, a figure he had longed for.
"An Shaomin!" Jian Ming exclaimed loudly, his voice much louder than Qinglan's.
An Shaojie and Shaw Min almost simultaneously turned around.
But in just an instant, Qinglan saw An Shaojie's cold face, a hint of a sneer at the corner of his mouth, even a mocking smile.
His eyes were fixed intently on the hands of Qinglan and Jian Ming.
Qinglan was momentarily stunned. Although An Shaojie had always shown her a cold face, especially after Shaw Min's incident when he had not shown her any warmth at all, she had never seen him look so icy and sinister.
Qinglan felt a twinge of fear inside her, unsure of what mistake she had made, and hurriedly lowered her head to search for faults within herself.
Oh! Next to her, Jian Ming was like a dazed goose; his hand that had been tightly holding Qinglan's just moments ago had changed state due to his sudden daze, with his little finger gently hooking onto Qinglan's little finger, resembling a very familiar and affectionate couple.
Qinglan's heart skipped a beat. Although she felt a bit panicked, she still dared not make any large movements to shake off Jian Ming's hand; she only moved her hand slightly away. She feared startling the dazed goose beside her and more importantly, if she panicked, An Shaojie might look down on her even more.
However, in reality, her caution did not change anything. From An Shaojie's eyes to the corners of his mouth, Qinglan could even feel that every cell in his body was sneering disdainfully.
"Sister, let's go," An Shaojie said to Shaw Min, his voice low yet seemingly filled with a sense of menace and determination.
Shaw Min glanced at Jian Ming with a hint of sorrow, wanting to turn away.
"An Shaomin!" Jian Ming shouted as he shook off Qinglan's hand and ran across the street.
However, standing before the person he had longed for, Jian Ming, who had always been eloquent and persuasive as the class leader in high school, found himself unable to utter a single word.
The short distance he ran left him panting heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Anyone with eyes could see that Jian Ming was extremely agitated.
After a long time, Qinglan finally picked up the bag Jian Ming had dropped and walked step by step across the street.
"Why haven't you replied to my letters?" After a long separation, this was the first thing Jian Ming blurted out upon seeing her.
Oh, no. For Jian Ming, perhaps they had never truly been apart because in his heart, Shaw Min had never left. There was no such thing as a long separation! In his heart, this girl, with whom he had hardly ever spoken, was the one he knew best and felt closest to. Therefore, when he finally spoke to her for the first time, he could not help but be so direct.
On the other hand, perhaps it was because they had been apart for too long. Her sudden disappearance felt like it had drained Jian Ming of his very essence, leaving him lost and anxious. This unexpected encounter unleashed all the pent-up emotions he had harbored.
"Who are you to ask me that, Sister?" An Shaojie suddenly set down his bag and pushed Jian Ming away with a forceful hand. Jian Ming stumbled back a few steps and collided with Qinglan behind him.
"Sister, let's go." An Shaojie then picked up the bag from the ground and pulled Shaw Min forward.
"An Shaomin!" Jian Ming, who usually presented himself with a gentle demeanor in public, lunged in front of An Shaomin like an alert guard dog, spreading his arms to block her path. His stance seemed as if his arms were a net designed to ensnare Shaw Min. It also resembled angelic wings meant to embrace and protect her.
"Jian Ming, it's great to see you here." To Jian Ming's surprise, Shaw Min smiled and greeted him openly.
"Oh, right." Jian Ming's previously inflated mood deflated like a punctured balloon. Faced with Shaw Min's calm demeanor, he seemed a bit at a loss.
Yes, Shaw Min was very composed.
Yet, there was a hint of disappointment in Jian Ming's eyes! What do you want, Jian Ming? Do you want her to feel inferior in front of you? Or to panic in your presence?
"Lanlan, you and Jian Ming should go register! I'll take An Shaojie to register." Shaw Min turned back to Qinglan and said.
"Okay, Sister Shaomin," Qinglan replied, glancing at An Shaojie.
An Shaojie kept his lips tightly sealed and did not look at her.
After a long time, when Jian Ming finally came to his senses, Shaw Min and An Shaojie had already walked quite far away.
"Jian Ming, let's go," Qinglan said to Jian Ming.
"Oh." Jian Ming felt as if he had just woken up from a dream. "Qinglan, do you think An Shaomin misunderstood us just now?" After walking for a while, Jian Ming suddenly asked Qinglan.
"Shaw Min misunderstood you and me?" Qinglan pointed at Jian Ming and then at herself in disbelief.
"Yeah, just now it seemed like we were holding hands," Jian Ming said, his face turning awkward as he stammered. It felt as if he had been holding not the hand of a beautiful girl but that of a beautiful snake.
Qinglan suddenly couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"What's so funny?" Jian Ming felt a bit confused by Qinglan's laughter.
After finally managing to suppress her laughter, Qinglan said, "Jian Ming, don't worry. As long as you hold my hand, Sister Shaomin won't misunderstand. But..."
"But what?" Jian Ming eagerly interrupted Qinglan.
"If you hold another girl's hand, she will definitely misunderstand," Qinglan continued.
"Why?" Jian Ming unconsciously stopped and curiously asked while standing by the roadside.
"Because it won't happen, so it won't..." Qinglan suddenly became a bit shy and avoided Jian Ming's gaze.
Not sure if he truly understood or was just pretending to, Jian Ming elongated his tone and said, "Oh," then continued to ask Qinglan, "You said we should have dinner together tonight. How about you bring An Shaomin and her brother along?"
"No, no, no!" Qinglan suddenly retreated a few steps as if she had heard some terrible news, waving her hands repeatedly. "You mustn't do that right now. I know you like Sister Shaomin, but this is really not the right time. If you truly like Sister Shaomin, I can help you later."
"Why isn't it the right time?" Jian Ming still wasn't satisfied.
"Didn't you see? There's a hedgehog next to her."
"A hedgehog?" "Yes," Qinglan nodded. "A hedgehog covered in spikes; anyone who touches it gets pricked by its sharp spines." Qinglan mimicked how a hedgehog would prick someone. "Oh," Jian Ming nodded meaningfully. "I understand now."
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