I Just Want to Freeload on Your Luck

Chapter 38

At first, she thought that Fu Yangxi was just unable to lift up his spirits because of his illness, but now it seems that something bad must have happened to him, maybe something troublesome.

Maybe something happened at home? But she didn’t know anything about his home...

At the beginning, Mingxi’s mind was only filled with her terminal illness, so she didn't want to ask so much.

Later, she became friends with Fu Yangxi, Ke Chengwen and the others. She didn’t know if he would be provoked if she used her humble status as a follower to inquire about his privacy. Thus, she suppressed her curiosity and refrained from questioning him.

And now— Mingxi panicked. She didn’t care anymore. She turned her head and asked Ke Chengwen about this.

"Xi ge is acting weird these days. Did something happen?"

Ke Chengwen was shocked when he saw Zhao Mingxi. He immediately used a book to block his face. However, Mingxi quickly took the book away. "Don't avoid my question."

"You’re probably thinking too much about it," Ke Chengwen murmured. "Xi ge is the same as usual."

He reached out a hand to grab the book.

"What do you mean ‘same as usual’?" Mingxi grabbed his book and rebutted. "He used to practically write the words 'cocky’ and ‘narcissistic’ on his face, but why is it that ever since he got sick, he looks as if someone had beat him up?"

"He was scolded by his grandfather, that’s why he’s in a bad mood. He’ll be fine in another two days."

Ke Chengwen thought, wouldn't telling you be equivalent to embarassing Xi ge?

Besides, you were the one who said that you didn’t like Brother Xi on the phone. Won’t you feel embarrassed and awkward after knowing Xi ge's thoughts? Won’t you run away and reject him?

Ke Chengwen felt that once he said it, not only would Zhao Mingxi and Fu Yangxi never get to be a couple, they might not even be friends.

This kind of ‘I like the enemy, but the enemy doesn't like me. But for a long time, I mistakenly thought that the enemy liked me, and finally found out that the enemy already had someone else they liked’— This sort of mess. Ke Chengwen’s straight-oriented brain was buzzing when he thought of all this.

He felt that if he got caught in the middle, he would become the bad guy.

So Ke Chengwen casually said, "He is that type of person. He isn’t targeting you. Didn't you see that he has been indifferent to us all day today? Just let him figure it out himself."

After two days of thinking, maybe the ‘feeling of being betrayed’ would disappear, and everyone can continue being friends, as if nothing had happened.

Although Ke Chengwen said that Fu Yangxi's dampened mood was due to his grandfather.

Mingxi still felt like something was wrong.

...

She didn't want Fu Yangxi to be unhappy.

She couldn't bear to see Fu Yangxi depressed, but she didn't know how to make him feel better.

At noon, Mingxi deliberately pulled He Yang along with her to go outside the school. She bought a small pot of cactus and placed it on Fu Yangxi's table. She hoped that he would feel better when he saw some green plants.

Fu Yangxi didn't throw it away, but he didn't take another glance at it nor did he explode in anger like he would before and blame her for messing up his table.

The red bird in Fu Yangxi's heart seemed to be dead. It lay on the ground softly with two rows of tears. It could no longer show off.

As for Mingxi, she felt at a loss.

Because she was concerned about what happened to Fu Yangxi, Mingxi couldn't help but focus on him all day and turn her head to look at him from time to time during class.

As she watched, Mingxi stopped brushing the tip of her pen on the notebook. The accumulation of ink became a dot as she fell in a daze.

...Because she suddenly discovered that the person next to her was really good-looking.

Impeccable facial features, exquisite handsomeness, and when there’s no expression on his face, there was an unapproachable feeling.

It made people feel a kind of, just a kind of— inexplicable, unclear, as if one’s heart was crawling with ants, sour and vague feeling.

Mingxi's gaze subconsciously fell on his tightly pressed thin lips and suddenly felt an itch on her body. However, she couldn't reach out to scratch it.

Because no matter where she scratched, it was like she was scratching on a barrier.

Mingxi touched her chest unconsciously. Only then did she realize that her heart was the one that felt itchy.

...

Fu Yangxi was leaning his head on his hand, his eyelids not lifting at the slightest. He was trying his best to act indifferent, pretending not to notice Mingxi’s gaze falling upon his face. He was also pretending that the roots of his ears were not crazily hot at all.

He knew it. He doesn't look bad, right? Why has Little Mask never stared at him before?

Now that Zhao Mingxi was finally staring at him like this, Fu Yangxi really wanted to Photoshop his profile a little so that he could become more handsome.

Nonetheless, he also knew that he was good-looking enough, so he boldly turned the pages of the book casually, pretending to be nonchalant about this.

After a while, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Mingxi's gaze, and Fu Yangxi's mood after a few days of cloudiness finally improved albeit by just a little.

He changed his posture so that his left hand was propped below his head while his right hand was holding his mobile phone underneath the table. He quickly went on Baidu and searched ‘Which angle of a high school boy’s face with a height of 1.88 meters is the most attractive to girls’...

While Zhao Mingxi was staring at Fu Yangxi’s Adam’s apple and swallowing unconsciously, Mr. Lu who was on the podium couldn’t stand it anymore and yelled, “Mingxi! What are you looking at? Is the face of your deskmate blooming?”

Mingxi was taken aback. She quickly sat up straight and placed both her hands on the table.

The corner of Fu Yangxi’s mouth twitched, and the little bird that was on the verge of death finally jerked its leg.