The Delinquent Wants to Be His Rival School Grass's Guardian - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: The Undies are a Bit Tight — “Fine, Yours is Big, Yours is Big, Alright?!”

Nearly fainting from shock, Yan Jun didn’t have time to question Qin Yize. He braced himself and rushed in front of Grandma, flickering his tongue nonsensically to fool her: “Grandma, he’s Auntie Huimin’s son, don’t you remember? We call him Xiao Su. You… you even said the name didn’t sound good!”

Qin Yize nodded earnestly from the side: “That’s right, I’m Xiao Su.”

Yan Jun gnashed his teeth: What are you “that’s right-ing” about!

Grandma looked at him blankly, then at Qin Yize. Suddenly, she clapped her hands in realization: “Oh, Xiao Shu! I remember, I remember! When you were little, you stole sweet potatoes from my house, and I chased you for two miles holding a fire-poking tube!”

Yan Jun: ? Grandma, who are you talking about?

Qin Yize’s eyes widened as he hurriedly denied it: “Grandma, I never stole your sweet potatoes!”

“It was you!” Grandma grabbed his wrist, smiling and patting it. “You’ve grown so handsome now? Are you married? My Huifang isn’t married yet; how about I introduce her to you…”

Hearing her bring his own mother into the mix, Yan Jun quickly dragged Qin Yize away, pushing him toward the attic: “Grandma, aren’t you hungry? What do you want for lunch?”

Grandma’s eyes lit up, and she instantly snapped back to clarity: “Loofah with stir-fried eggs, and salted vegetable bean soup!”

“Okay, okay, okay!” After pushing Qin Yize back into the attic, Yan Jun’s eyebrows shot up instantly, and he questioned him fiercely: “Didn’t I tell you to stay in the attic? What did you run downstairs for!”

Qin Yize, a tall guy, tucked his chin and looked at him gloomily through his lashes: “Didn’t I come here for summer vacation? Why can’t I go downstairs to see Grandma? I was so bored upstairs, so I went down to find her… Why doesn’t Grandma recognize me?”

At the end, he added a warning to shut him up.

“I don’t blame Grandma.” Qin Yize shook his head, his eyes secretly gauging Yan Jun’s expression: “I will keep her company, talk to her, and help sell things.”

“Um… Huh?!” Yan Jun suddenly reacted: “I never said you could go downstairs!”

The joy that had just appeared in Qin Yize’s eyes instantly withered away.

…

During lunch, the loofah with stir-fried eggs and the salted vegetable bean soup didn’t seem to suit Qin Yize’s palate; the kid was quite picky. But the buns and cakes from the morning had long been digested; he was starving, so he still managed to stuff down two large bowls of rice.

Grandma peered at him curiously with her cloudy, triangular eyes, stretching her neck out long. Finally, she “tsk-tsked” and turned her head, grabbing Yan Jun and exclaiming: “Xiao Jun, this child is really good-looking!”

Yan Jun, feeling irritable, glared at the handsome and innocent face across the table, not really wanting to admit it: “…He’s alright.”

Grandma laughed and reached out to pat his head: “Did I forget to praise you? Oh, our Xiao Jun is handsome too!”

Yan Jun kept a stiff, wooden face, but his cheeks felt hot: That’s not what I meant… whatever, as long as she’s happy.

After finishing the meal, Grandma continued to guard the counter, selling snacks while listening to traditional opera. Yan Jun returned to the attic for a nap.

Qin Yize followed him up the stairs like a little tail: “Brother, your name is Xiao Jun?”

Turning back to see his curious eyes, Yan Jun’s gaze shifted to the purple bruise on his forehead. Yan Jun’s eyelid twitched; knitting his brows, he beckoned him over and made him sit on the edge of the bed while he grabbed a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao from the desk: “Lower your head.”

Qin Yize was extremely obedient, lowering his head immediately. His soft black hair instantly covered his forehead. Yan Jun brushed aside the thick hair and sprayed it with the aerosol, asking like a doctor: “Does it still hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

The abrasions had all scabbed over, forming a thin layer, but the surrounding bruising looked a bit exaggerated.

Yan Jun thought to himself, the frontal bone is the hardest part, and this wound isn’t that serious it shouldn’t be enough to cause amnesia, right? …Putting down the spray, he used both hands to carefully rummage through Qin Yize’s thick hair. The amnesiac young man asked curiously: “Brother, what are you doing?”

“Does it hurt anywhere else on your head?” Yan Jun’s fingers lightly explored along the roots of his hair; it felt like a massage and was quite comfortable. Qin Yize experienced this touch with a sense of novelty, lifting his right hand to point at the side of his brain: “Here… further back, it hurts quite a bit.”

Yan Jun parted the hair at that spot and, sure enough, there was a dark blue-black bruise under the scalp; he had clearly taken a heavy hit.

Damn, just a graze from a tricycle, it shouldn’t have been such a bad fall, right?

Not daring to move recklessly, Yan Jun guiltily withdrew his hand and, in passing, gave the other’s lowered face a light pat: “…Take a nap, I’m tired.”

“Oh.” Qin Yize obediently climbed onto the bed, still sleeping on his side, facing him. Yan Jun closed his eyes and lay there for a while, but suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned his face to glare at him: “Doesn’t your right side hurt? Why are you sleeping on your side!”

“…I’m afraid you’ll suddenly disappear,” Qin Yize said in a small voice.

Yan Jun was instantly speechless. In those peach-blossom eyes before him, there was none of that “top student” calculated ease; he wasn’t that cunning, crafty honor student, but a person who had lost his memory as an unlucky kid.

In this strange environment, the only thing he could grasp onto seemed to be himself.

“Mm, okay.” Seemingly reassured, Qin Yize nodded and finally rolled over, changing directions.

…

At dusk, the residents of Jinghe Road began to cook, and the street was instantly filled with various aromas.

Yan Jun went to cook as well. Before going downstairs, he ordered Qin Yize not to run around and to stay in the attic. Qin Yize had no choice but to peek here and look there, studying Yan Jun’s attic thoroughly.

This attic was an addition built with crossbeams and wooden planks; it creaked with the slightest movement. The attic wasn’t large, only about twenty square meters, five meters by five meters. The bed and an old wardrobe leaned against opposite walls, with a square window sandwiched in between. A desk was placed in front of the window, and a small bookshelf sat in the corner.

The handwriting was casual and unconstrained, like dancing dragons and flying phoenixes; looking at it, he subconsciously knit his brows and pursed his lips in a way that was hard to describe.

After a while, he realized: “Brother and I both have the surname Yan, we really are brothers!”

In the distance was a riot of purple and red sunset clouds, set against the backdrop of dense buildings quiet yet passionate. Qin Yize watched blankly, suddenly feeling a sense of panic, and ran downstairs to duck into the kitchen.

Yan Jun was making braised pork with oil-braised bamboo shoots; he turned around and was startled by him: “Holy crap! …Why did you come down? Go back!”

Qin Yize shook his head, standing stubbornly by the door: “I’ll just stay here, I won’t run around.”

Yan Jun tossed the bamboo shoots into the pot irritably: “What are you staying here for, to inhale cooking fumes?!”

Qin Yize didn’t speak; he just watched him stubbornly, like a German Shepherd guarding a door, motionless.

…Thus, after dinner, both of them smelled like food, the scent drifting for ten meters.

Yan Jun didn’t want to shower yet. He climbed up to the attic and sat at the desk, pulling out that fully charged Apple phone to once again check Qin Yize’s message history, attempting to find his parents’ contact information.

Qin Yize, still like a little tail, sat obediently by the bed, watching expectantly: “Brother, can I play with the phone?”

“Play with what? No playing.” After rejecting him without a second thought, Yan Jun suddenly realized something was wrong. He looked up and yelled: “You dare sit on the bed covered in oil fumes? Go shower! You can only get on the bed after you’re washed clean!”

“Then…” Qin Yize wanted to say something more, but Yan Jun became even more impatient: “What this and that? You’re bargaining over taking a shower? …Go, now!”

Looking at him resentfully, Qin Yize had no choice but to pout and head downstairs.

Looking at the time again: yesterday at 4:00 PM. Yan Jun couldn’t help but roll his eyes: Damn, the grades are already out, what else is there to discuss? I don’t understand the world of top students.

He continued scrolling. The next one was Ren Yandong. This person invited Qin Yize to play basketball: “Haven’t played with you in a long time, come out and play! Otherwise, once you go abroad next semester, you won’t have the chance even if you want to.”

Qin Yize replied: “It’s not certain yet whether I’m going or not.”

…Hmm?

Yan Jun suddenly sat up straight: He’s going abroad? …Does that mean his parents have been in contact with him lately?

But why hasn’t there been any movement for the past two days?

Yan Jun was focused on studying the call logs and didn’t want to respond. The voice sounded for a while, then went quiet. About a dozen seconds later, a series of footsteps walked to a spot not far in front of him and stopped: “Brother, I’ve finished washing.”

“Mm.” Looking up absentmindedly, Qin Yize’s completely naked body unexpectedly entered his field of vision.

Yan Jun’s phoenix eyes instantly widened. Stunned and speechless, he involuntarily looked him up and down, his gaze eventually landing on a certain spot… Finally, he jumped up like a cat that had its tail stepped on:

“Holy crap, what are you showing off for! Put on some clothes!”

Qin Yize had a blanket thrown in his face by him. With a “wu” sound, he caught the blanket aggrievedly: “Brother, you didn’t give me any change of clothes…”

Only then did Yan Jun realize why the guy had been calling him just now. He lunged toward the wardrobe in a fit of exasperation, grabbed a random set of clothes and a pair of underwear, and tossed them over like they were burning hot: “Here, put them on!”

“Oh…” Pouting, Qin Yize gloomily put on the underwear, then pulled on a T-shirt and loose shorts. Then, he uncomfortably twisted his shoulders: “It’s tight here.”

Yan Jun glanced over irritably: “If you can wear it, it’s fine. Why so many demands!”

Qin Yize tugged at the crotch of his pants again: “The undies are also a bit tight; I wanted to say so yesterday.”

Yan Jun threw the phone down and instantly exploded: “Fine, yours is big, yours is big, alright?! …Just bear with the tightness, it won’t break you!”

“…Oh.” Faced with this “tyranny,” the young man living under someone else’s roof could only pout aggrievedly. Wearing those uncomfortable clothes, he reluctantly lay down on the bed.