Bite Your Fingertips (BL) (Complete)

Chapter 26 - Little Crying Bag

Chu Yu's mind gradually became clear, though his sentences didn't have any order as he continued.

"As a child, my mother treated me like how she treated my brother and sister. She invited many teachers for me and every course was filled. I'm lazy, I'm not particularly smart nor self-disciplined, and I like to sleep in and play. When I got older, my mother simply never asked me to have a tutor, go to class, or get good grades ever again."

The corners of his mouth curved and showed an arc devoid of a smile. "Looking back now, my mother probably felt that there was no hope for me at the time, so she just gave up on me."

"Chu Yu."

"En." Chu Yu raised his eyes and opened them wide. "I'm not crying, truly. Look if you don't believe me."

"I know."

There was no pity in Lu Shi's eyes, nor any other unnecessary emotion. He just asked, "Want some comfort?"

"What comfort?"

"What comfort do you want?"

Chu Yu couldn't think of anything for a moment and just suggested tentatively, "...A hug?"

"Alright."

Before Chu Yu could react, Lu Shi took action.

He leaned forward, opened his arms, and hugged Chu Yu who was sitting on the heavy-duty motorcycle, wrapped in a large black jacket.

With arms folded to himself, Chu Yu fell into Lu Shi's embrace.

A fraction of the clean smell of a familiar laundry detergent lingered at the tip of his nose.

Chu Yu froze and didn't dare move. It took a good while for him to relax and place his chin on Lu Shi's shoulder.

"Am I... that useless?"

"No."

"Really?"

"En."

On the way back, Lu Shi drove at a very slow speed.

The night wind was very light.

Chu Yu leaned against Lu Shi's back and was quiet for a long time before he suddenly asked, "If, I'm just saying if, I really rank in the top 220 in the grade, or even the top 120, or the top 20, would my mother... Would she spare me a glance?"

"Want to try?"

"Yeah, I want to try."

The heavy-duty motorcycle rushed through a tunnel with a deep rumble of its engine. It was in the wee hours of the night and there were no other vehicles. Yellowish-orange light fell on top of the tunnel, akin to the chopped up light of the setting sun.

Chu Yu grasped Lu Shi's clothes. His line of sight fell onto the dazzling street lamps as he stated, unknown whether to Lu Shi or himself, "I'm probably still unwilling, unwilling to be given up on so easily."

"I'll help you."

Lu Shi parked the motorcycle on the side of the road, propped his long legs on the ground, and turned to look at Chu Yu.

"But no matter what the result is, you're not allowed to cry."

Chu Yu was jabbed by this sentence, causing his fur to explode again. "I'm not a crying bag crybaby! How could it be so easy to cry?"

Lu Shi chuckled then sat up straight. "Hold me tightly, Little Crying Bag. We're going back to the school."

First, they returned the motorcycle, called a taxi, then climbed over the wall and returned to the school.