I Can Do It

Chapter 53

In the end, Jian Rong even laid flat on the ground to look underneath his bed, but he still couldn't find those stockings.

He sat on the wooden floorboards and started to think back. The first thing that came to his mind was the image of Lu Boyuan's hand holding his stocking.

Jian Rong slapped himself on the forehead before continuing to search back through his memories. Lu Boyuan had set the stocking down on the couch, and Jian Rong had picked it up to put it on... no, he hadn't worn it, he had stuffed it into the pockets of the jacket.

The pockets of Lu Boyuan's jacket.

Jian Rong slapped himself again on the forehead.

Dammit—he had inspected the jacket so many times earlier, even the collar and the cuffs, but the only thing he forgot to check was the pockets.

He had been too careless when stuffing the stockings inside, and he had stuffed a stocking in each pocket. The hosiery was already thin in the first place, and with the little flaps of cloth on top of the pockets covering them up, the stockings weren't visible at all.

Jian Rong took out his phone, intending to send Lu Boyuan a text.

"Captain, my stockings are still in your jacket pockets."

Jian Rong's fingertips paused.

How come that sounded so weird??

And also... if he sent that text, wouldn't he have to go back to Lu Boyuan's room again?

Just now, after Jian Rong had been exposed, Lu Boyuan hadn't asked any questions.

He hadn't asked why Jian Rong wanted to work part-time at an internet cafe at such a young age, nor had he asked why Jian Rong never said anything despite recognizing Lu Boyuan.

Lu Boyuan had only silently ruffled Jian Rong's hair. A long while later, he finally said a "happy eighteenth birthday."

A few years had passed since that time, and Lu Boyuan was no longer the same cold-faced, taciturn youth from the internet cafe doorway back then. He still didn't talk much, but his every word and action was diffused with a warmth that belonged solely to Lu Boyuan.

His heart, which had finally managed to calm down, started to go crazy again. Jian Rong stood up from the ground and deleted the text he had written, deciding that he would go and get the stockings back tomorrow.

[R-ong: I can just leave the clothes here, too lazy to go downstairs now]

[Ding-ge: ...]

[R-ong: ?]

[Ding-ge: That's fine but... you won't toss out that outfit, right?]

Jian Rong: "..."

No wonder he wanted the clothes back this late at night; he was afraid that Jian Rong would throw them out.

[R-ong: Not in the habit of tossing out clothes.]

That evening, Jian Rong had a particularly strange dream.

He dreamed that he was hosting a meet and greet with his water friends. The first program of the meet and greet was a large-scale father and son recognition ceremony, which became a group fight after a while—it was him versus a hundred others, and he beat up those dumbasses, who always called him a dwarf king in the barrage, until they begged for forgiveness. An observer called the police, and Jian Rong went to the police station to fill out a form. The police officer pointed at the form and asked him why he filled out his gender as male when he was clearly female—only then did Jian Rong realize that he was wearing the sailor outfit and that the rabbit ears were still freaking on his head.