Unsaid emotions bloomed between Wang Yibo and Xiao Zhan at school, but they were driven apart by animosity rooted in their hearts because of Jiang Zhuocheng.
Ten years later, they find themselves face-to-face once again, the tension between them pal...
Yibo is walking backward, his eyes still fixed on Zhan. There are unsaid words at the tip of his tongue, waiting to slip out. To forbid them, he pulls out a packet of cigarettes, pushing one into his mouth and lighting it. The nicotine hits his system, momentarily calming his nerves as he takes a deep inhale.
Zhan watches him intently, fists clenching at his sides. He has a lot going on in his mind that he can't explain in one day because the pain they inflicted on each other endured not for one but for ten years.
"I'll see you next week, bunny. Until then, dream about me," Yibo says with a smirk, blowing smoke into the air.
Zhan blinks, dark eyelashes brushing his cheeks, before looking away.
With a playful wink, Yibo turns slightly and is taken aback to see the great Jiang Zhuocheng standing there along with his twin cousins, as if he were a king and they were his subordinates. "Well, it seems like tonight is going to be busier than I thought."
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"If you'll excuse us," Cheng says, his voice laced with arrogance as he shoves Yibo aside to make his way past.
Yibo stumbles slightly but quickly regains his composure, hiding his surprise behind a smirk. "The game has just continued, and there is more to play. No need to get serious so soon, or it will ruin the fun. I think you don't know what shoving someone away and excusing yourself means, Cheng."
Cheng stops in his tracks and turns back, sliding his sunglasses down his nose to reveal his narrowed eyes. "Do I know you?"
The veins in Yibo's neck tighten, anger shimmering as he wishes the floor were made of cotton so that he could let the cigarette fall from his mouth between them and watch it all go up in flames. That could be a real example of what would happen if one played with fire or pissed off someone like him.
"You wound me, Cheng." He flicks wisps of gray ash onto Cheng's pocket and puts the cigarette back between his lips while keeping his eyes on him. "Here, you forgot about me, but I never once forgot about you because you haven't been the one who suffered all this time. You broke me for about what? Ah, ten years... a long ten years, but the wounds are still fresh in me, so I come to return it."
"Yibo?" Cheng asks, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
"Huh, finally, you recall whose path you were stepping into." Yibo flashes his teeth in an expression that is not quite a grimace and not quite a smile, but somehow all threat. "It's Yibo, Wang Yibo!"
For several weeks in physical education, students had been practicing various fitness activities and sports. The final day of the unit had arrived, and the students were eager to showcase their skills in friendly competition. The gymnasium was buzzing with excitement as teams were formed and the games began.
Yibo jumped around, excited not for the sports but for the little fights that could escalate after each game ended. No one would let go of the winner that easily, especially if the loser was a bad boy. He didn't talk about him because he was a well-behaved boy.
