It's Hard Being the Bad Guy

Chapter 07

When Wen Ai woke up the next day, the cold had completely cleared. He had that kind of constitution – prone to illness but quick to recover once the fever subsided. Unlike some people who, even after the fever, would still have a cough for a week.

Wen Ai took clean clothes into the bathroom, scrubbing himself with a shower sponge while reflecting on the events of the previous night. He remembered someone carrying him all the way back home from the classroom, and that feeling was very familiar. He guessed it was probably Jiang Cheng; otherwise, other classmates wouldn't have such a good relationship with him.

Coming out of the bathroom, Wen Ai felt refreshed. The stickiness from the sweat had been washed away, making him feel light.

He found the school uniform jacket entangled with the blanket on the bed. As he extended his hand into the sleeve—

Huh? Where's his hand?

Wen Ai shook open the jacket, and this couldn't be his; it was a couple of sizes smaller!

The school's name was printed on the label inside each uniform. Wen Ai pulled out the tag, seeing the name "Xu Changzhou," and his eyes widened.

He hurried downstairs to ask the housekeeper, who was arranging breakfast on the table. "Indeed, when Mr. Xu was leaving yesterday, you were using his coat as a pillow. He saw you were sound asleep and didn't want to disturb you. I offered him one of my own jackets, but he refused and left wearing just a thin sweater."

The housekeeper pulled out a chair for Wen Ai, serving him a bowl of corn porridge. "Young Master, don't take offense, but Mr. Xu accompanied you until two or three in the morning. If you're thoughtful, remember to thank him today."

Wen Ai bit his spoon, nodding with mixed emotions.

Usually, when Wen Ai arrives in the classroom, Xu Changzhou is already drawing at his desk, and Jiang Cheng is the first to arrive before the morning self-study bell rings.

Today, the order has reversed.

As Wen Ai stepped into the classroom, Jiang Cheng rushed over, looking like he had been waiting for him for a while.

Jiang Cheng cautiously asked, "How are you feeling? You didn't get sick again, did you?" Right after speaking, he smacked himself on the head, "Damn! What a crappy tongue! I meant to ask if your fever is gone?"

Wen Ai placed his backpack on the chair, glanced at the empty seat next to him, and absentmindedly replied, "It's okay."

Jiang Cheng, feeling guilty, rubbed his hands anxiously, "Uncle asked me to take care of you, and I turned out to be the last one in the class to know you took a sick leave... Don't, don't be mad at me."

Wen Ai stared at the classroom door, "There's nothing to be mad about."

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng burst out in frustration, "Don't say you're not mad! You don't even want to look at me when I talk to you now! I sent you so many messages, and you didn't reply! And yesterday, when you didn't feel well, why didn't you call me?" He angrily ran his hand through his hair, "I shouldn't have accompanied those damn girls for evening self-study. Damn, women are nothing but trouble!"

Wen Ai looked at him surprisingly, thinking that yesterday he was all sweet-talking those girls, and today he's calling them trouble.

Wen Ai took out his phone, long-pressed the power button in front of Jiang Cheng, and the screen remained pitch black. "See? I didn't charge it for the past two days because of exams."

In fact, Wen Ai's phone automatically shut down this morning, but he thought it was better for Jiang Cheng not to know.

Jiang Cheng chuckled, "I knew it! We're so close... You couldn't help but contact me when you were in trouble... Hehe."