Everyone think that I like him

Chapter 6

After the initial daze, Ye Zhou scoffed, "What do I have to be afraid of?"

"Right, I also find it strange," Shang Jin said in a perplexed tone, "Isn't it just having people misunderstand that you like..."

The word 'me' didn't come when Ye Zhou quickly got up and covered Shang Jin's mouth. "You really act as if no one else is around. We're in a train now!"

Shang Jin blinked. His mouth was covered so he couldn't speak, but his eyes expressed exactly what he wanted to say: So what?

Ye Zhou thought about it. When did Shang Jin ever fear gossip? He was even well-aware of the gossip about his activities. He loosened his hand and sat back in his seat in a discouraged manner. He glanced at Shang Jin and said, "Hey, is your motto 'take things as they come'?"

"Motto?" Shang Jin picked up the magazine he'd read halfway and carelessly said, "What's the use of this thing?"

This 'as a matter of course' appearance was really extremely...hateful!

While traveling, Ye Zhou had never liked to look at his cell phone. Most of the time, he sleeps. This time too, he leaned back in his chair and drowsily fell asleep.

Shang Jin was flipping through the magazine and unexpectedly, a head leaned on his shoulder. He turned his head and his cheek lightly brushed against the other's hair. His movement faltered and he dragged his attention back to the magazine.

This was the first time he'd had such close contact with his classmate. The weight on his shoulder wasn't much, but he felt his existence at every moment. This kind of feeling, he was a bit...unaccustomed to it, but not disliking it.

Shang Jin wasn't a person who would wrong himself: he wouldn't keep his body stiffly in position because of the weight on his shoulder. Ye Zhou slept for half an hour, lightly scowling because Shang Jin kept moving his shoulder. When Shang Jin was thoroughly immersed in the magazine content, his body was already accustomed to the weight on his shoulder to the point that when he got up, he forgot that he'd been a pillow for an hour.

Following Shang Jin getting up, Ye Zhou's body steadily slipped down. Only then did Shang Jin discover Ye Zhou beside him. When he came back to his senses, he'd already supported Ye Zhou's head with his palm.

"Sleeping too much like the dead." Shang Jin was quite speechless. He supported Ye Zhou and let his head lean against the chair before walking to the toilet at the end of the train.

Less than two minutes after returning to his seat, Ye Zhou's head rested on Shang Jin's shoulder again.

Shang Jin said to himself, "Is this intentional?"

Ye Zhou's fingers moved and his lips twitched.

The sky was getting dark, and the train broadcast announced the arrival at the station.

"Aiya! Slept really well!" Ye Zhou stretched his body and glanced at Shang Jin with his peripheral vision.

Shang Jin put away the magazine and prepared to get off, simply not paying attention to Ye Zhou.

Ye Zhou felt the frustration of punching cotton. In fact, he didn't sleep well at all...Shang Jin's shoulder was both stiff and hard, and also loved to move around.

The other party's 'magnanimity' actually seemed petty to him. Ye Zhou put up with this childish behavior. After the train stopped, he carried his backpack and followed the crowd toward the exit.

Clearly knowing that the right approach was for Shang Jin and him, the two people to each go their own way now, and afterwards, have their relationship drift apart, but Ye Zhou was a native and Shang Jin was a newcomer. He still worriedly gathered by Shang Jin's side and asked, "Shang Jin, is someone coming to pick you up?"