The Delinquent Wants to Be His Rival School Grass's Guardian - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: He Turned 7 Years Old — “Brother, am I really your cousin…?”

Yan Jun had thought about how he should argue his case regarding compensation if Qin Yize woke up.

For example: You were the one not walking on the sidewalk, swaying and crashing into me!

Or: I only grazed you lightly, don’t even think about extorting me.

But the option “explaining to him who I am” was never on the table.

Looking at the other’s innocent and dazed peach blossom eyes, Yan Jun knit his brows as if facing a formidable enemy, leaning in inch by inch in an attempt to find evidence of him faking it.

At that moment, Qin Yize groaned again, clutching his forehead with a pale face: “Why does it hurt so much…”

“Is that so?” Qin Yize thought back doubtfully for a few seconds, his face showing dejection: “I don’t remember anything…”

He really didn’t remember?

Finally believing most of it, Yan Jun leaned toward him, dumbfounded, with a final sliver of struggle in his heart: “…You don’t remember who I am either?”

“Who are you?” Qin Yize rested his chin on one hand, looking up at him blankly.

In an instant, Yan Jun sucked in a breath of cold air and recoiled several steps, pacing back and forth in a state of shock and excitement. Seeing him silently waving his hands and clenching his fists like a madman, Qin Yize thought he looked like he was either having a breakdown or celebrating.

Watching his violent reaction, Qin Yize slowly lowered his arms, his hands clutching together nervously, his face showing unease.

Finally, Yan Jun quieted down, standing with hands on hips, exhausted. His back was turned to the other, head bowed, thinking of who knows what. Qin Yize looked at him helplessly and called out cautiously: “Brother, what’s wrong?”

Yan Jun spun around so fast he almost fell, his expression as if he’d seen a ghost: “What did you call me?”

“Brother.” Qin Yize opened those beautiful peach blossom eyes innocently, his expression pure and harmless.

Fuck.

Yan Jun’s legs went weak, and he slumped onto the floor instantly.

…

It was after seven in the evening, and the half-day rain had finally ceased completely. The sky was pitch black. Grandma woke up leisurely against the headboard, feeling deathly hungry.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom next door. She opened her clouded eyes, listened for a moment in confusion, and raised her voice to shout: “Huifang? Huifang, I want to eat!”

“Huifang went to work.” Yan Jun hurried past the door, and the sound of stir-frying soon echoed from the kitchen.

Grandma wobbled out of bed and followed her grandson toward the kitchen. When she passed the bathroom, the water was still rushing. She didn’t find it strange and bypassed it, standing beside Yan Jun to watch him cook dried tofu with chili and meat: “Chili!”

“Mhm, chili.” Yan Jun was somewhat distracted. “Grandma, go back to your room and wait, watch out for the oil splattering on you.”

“Oh.” Grandma obediently shuffled back. Not long after, a bowl of rice and a small plate of the stir-fry were placed by her bedside: “Grandma, eat by yourself today. Just leave the bowl there when you’re done.”

“Aye, good!” Finding joy in having food, Grandma happily held the bowl, completely failing to notice two figures passing by the door.

“Brother, I’m finished with my shower.”

“Holy shit! …Go upstairs once you’re done showering, what are you lingering for?”

“Who is that grandma?”

“Go upstairs first, I’ll tell you later!”

“Oh…”

Two sets of distinct footsteps climbed the stairs to the attic. Grandma belatedly glanced toward the door and muttered: “Is the little girl from next door here?”

Upstairs, Qin Yize was sitting at the desk in Yan Jun’s basketball uniform, his hair half-wet, eating obediently. Yan Jun sat on the edge of the bed looking utterly spent, rummaging through the soggy sports bag:

“Sports clothes, water bottle, keys, phone… Tsk, what were you doing out there anyway? There aren’t even any gyms over there.”

Checking Qin Yize’s belongings one by one, Yan Jun tried to unlock the phone but found it was dead! This phone was the latest iPhone and didn’t match his Android charger. He couldn’t help but talk again: “Damn rich people!”

Qin Yize kept looking back at his “tasks,” looking restless: “Brother… am I really your cousin?”

“Yes, yes!” Yan Jun irritably tossed the phone onto the bed and started studying the keychain.

“Then what’s my name?”

“Yan Su…” Qin Yize murmured and nodded, “So my name is Yan Su.”

“I see.” Qin Yize stuffed green pepper and meat into his mouth, grabbed a tissue to blow his nose, and let out two soft “si-ha” sounds from the spice, saying: “Good thing it’s lost! Brother, your cooking is so good. After the summer break is over, I definitely won’t want to go back.”

Yan Jun froze, then gritted his teeth in a breakdown: “Fuck… let’s not have that happen, okay?”

…

After dinner, Yan Jun ordered Qin Yize to stay in the attic while he ran to the digital shop a block away to buy an iPhone charging cable.

…He had to get it charged quickly. Otherwise, his parents wouldn’t be able to find him and would definitely call the police.

When he got home, he washed the dishes and urged Grandma to shower. Yan Jun climbed upstairs with the charging cable, only to find that this brat Qin Yize had voluntarily crawled into his bed!

The handsome 180cm+ boy was huddled obediently under the covers, the scrape on his forehead prominent as his peach blossom eyes darted toward him: “Brother, you’re back.”

This title was truly hard to get used to. Yan Jun scratched the back of his neck anxiously, turned to plug in the phone, and then found his bottle of Yunnan Baiyao aerosol spray.

“Sit on the edge of the bed, I’m going to spray medicine on your wound.”

“Okay.”

The post-accident School Hunk was shockingly obedient; he did whatever he was told without any defiance. Reflecting on Qin Yize’s previous “two-faced” behavior, Yan Jun couldn’t help but marvel: Who would have thought the smiling tiger was a soft glutinous rice ball when he was a kid… the difference is too huge.

As the mist hit the wound, Qin Yize let out a muffled groan of pain, his lower lip biting white.

Glimping his enduring expression, a trace of satisfaction inexplicably rose in Yan Jun’s heart: Heh, you were so hateful before, and now you’ve fallen into my hands?! Watch me spray a few more times and sting you to death…!

“Tsh-tsh-tsh,” he sprayed three times in a row. The medicine seeped into the wound, and the pain made Qin Yize squeeze his eyes shut and start whimpering: “Brother, it hurts, it hurts! It sprayed my eye!”

Yan Jun was startled, quickly put down the bottle, and leaned in to check: “Which eye? The right one?”

…That treacherous fellow!

He pressed the power button, and before long, a clean home screen appeared. A black curved wallpaper wound across the screen, looking like a system default.

Yan Jun paused for a subtle second: …I thought he’d use a photo of some girl as his wallpaper.

He held the phone up to Qin Yize’s face; the screen unlocked successfully. The guy blinked helplessly, then crawled to the edge of the bed, poking his head out: “Brother, is that my phone?”

“…No.” Brushing him off with an excuse, Yan Jun expected there to be missed calls, but after staring at the screen for over ten seconds, the phone remained quiet, not even a single text message.

…That’s really strange!

Missing for several hours on a stormy day, and his parents aren’t looking for him? He doesn’t even have his parents’ numbers saved? What kind of family is this?

Utterly perplexed, Yan Jun looked up at Qin Yize. The guy was sitting on the bed wearing Yan Jun’s clothes, all long limbs and a face full of innocence and confusion.

That expression… Yan Jun retracted his gaze with a headache, glanced back once more after a while, and finally let out a sigh, tossed the phone back, and stood up to go downstairs.

Qin Yize suddenly straightened his back and asked urgently: “Brother, where are you going?”

“…I’m going to shower!”

Only then did the tall boy relax and slowly lean back.

…

A 1.2-meter bed was truly crowded for two tall boys.

They lay shoulder to shoulder, their skin pressing together through their clothes. The unfamiliar body temperature made Yan Jun very uncomfortable.

He couldn’t help but shimmy outward a bit, then a bit more. Amidst the creaking rotation of the old fan, Qin Yize suddenly whispered: “Brother, you’re about to fall off.”

Yan Jun had no choice but to grit his teeth and move half his butt back from the edge: “None of your business, go to sleep!”

“Oh.” Qin Yize stayed tucked against the wall. After a while, he turned his back to give Yan Jun more space: “…I won’t take up room.”

“Tsk!” Suddenly feeling a headache, Yan Jun roughly reached out and pushed him back flat: “I didn’t tell you to sleep on your side! Lie flat and stay still!”

Qin Yize stopped talking, only his right leg curled up cautiously, touching Yan Jun’s knee.

In the sweltering night of the old street, it was quiet outside, with only night insects chirping softly. The air was filled with the scent of mosquito coils. The fan creaked as it spun, blowing the smoke to all corners of the room as the buzzing mosquitoes flew away.

Qin Yize wasn’t in mortal danger; that was the blessing in disguise. But he had amnesia, and his mental state seemed to have regressed several years… The school’s top student had been hit into this state by him. If he couldn’t recover, how much money would he have to pay in compensation?

His mother had just taken on debt a few years ago and had finally found a comfortable job with a decent salary, hoping to clear the accounts soon. He couldn’t let her worry anymore…

After thinking for a long time without a clue, Yan Jun simply pulled the blanket over his head and gave up: Forget it, just sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow to make buns!

Maybe Qin Yize will sleep it off and remember everything tomorrow morning?

He thought this to comfort himself.