The Day I Discovered My Shy Desk Mate Was a Mafia Boss - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I decided to broaden the kid’s horizons. “Want to go to Mixue Ice Cream & Tea after school?”

He said, “I don’t want to go skiing.”

That weekend, I treated him to hot pot. “Big Sis will take you to Haidilao Hot Pot.”

He said, “I don’t know how to dive.”

I said I’d take him to Universal Studios over summer break.

He said he didn’t want to watch a movie.

At long last, I understood why he had such an inferiority complex.

Sunday.

I took Duan Jiayu to the tech club’s team-building event.

Just in case he’d never eaten at an upscale restaurant like Pizza Hut before,

I taught him table manners.

But when the steak was served, he didn’t eat.

I took a guess. “You don’t know how to use a knife and fork, do you?”

He said he did.

And yet he still wouldn’t move.

So stubborn.

I had no choice but to teach him how to cut steak hand over hand.

Finally, he ate.

Then the pizza arrived.

The other students pounced like starving tigers.

He didn’t fight for any either.

He definitely didn’t know how to eat it.

I took the initiative and put a disposable glove on him.

Then I personally fed him a slice.

The school heartthrob, Zhou He, asked me coldly, “Class monitor, don’t you smell that? Such a strong green tea stench.”

Duan Jiayu put down the pizza. “I’m not eating anymore.”

I refused to let him bottle up his anger like a coward. “Clap back! Curse him out! Hit him where it hurts!!”

But Duan Jiayu pretended he hadn’t heard the mockery in Zhou He’s words. “What?”

I felt wronged on his behalf, but I didn’t dare push him too hard.

I was afraid he’d hang himself in front of Zhou He’s house tomorrow morning and score major points for Team Doormat.

When I went to the restroom,

I cornered Zhou He and gave him a savage beating. “Do you have any idea how much effort I’ve put into making him a little more outgoing?”

Zhou He was almost in tears. “My family runs a green tea appraisal institute! Duan Jiayu is green tea!!”

Only later did I find out that the young master hadn’t recognized good things

because those brands were too low-end for him.

On a normal day, the worst thing he’d eat was A5 wagyu.

Never mind fast food like pizza.

As for why he didn’t hit back at Zhou He,

it was purely because he’d been thinking about matters of the Chamber of Commerce.

He hadn’t heard a single bit of the drama we little brats were stirring up.

Chapter 4

I often helped Duan Jiayu with his schoolwork.

He was a student, after all.

If his grades improved, he’d naturally gain some confidence.

In the end, he placed in the top one hundred of the grade on the final exam.

But his attitude toward his classmates only grew colder.

On the basketball court, the school beauty brought him water.

He actually ignored her.

I got curious. “Do you not like girls?”

Duan Jiayu looked deeply at me. “I do.”

Then he added, “I just don’t want to bother with them.”

I understood. “You’re too shy, so you don’t dare talk to pretty girls?”

Duan Jiayu: “…”

I decided to fight poison with poison.

That summer,

I went out for rotating mini hot pot with my pretty girl friends.

And I called Duan Jiayu along too.

Once again, he stared at the ingredients circling past and didn’t pick up his chopsticks.

I put a lychee in his bowl to whet his appetite.

But when he peeled it open and looked at it, he said it was dead as a doornail.

Lychees could be dead or alive?

I pulled him over to mix our dipping sauce. “I know you have social anxiety, so I’m not leaving you alone to face them. Aren’t I considerate?”

Duan Jiayu: “…”

“You’ve never had rotating mini hot pot before, have you?”

“No.”

I knew it. “Just use the serving chopsticks to put the food into the pot. Don’t get stage fright. Be confident!”

He said he got it.

In the end, he kept eating vegetables.

The moment the fatty beef arrived, everyone fought over it.

I urged him to grab some, but he still didn’t move.

“Why aren’t you fighting for it?”

He said, “It’s ugly.”

I educated him. “You paid 49.9 to be here. Everyone is equal. Why won’t you fight for your share? Handing it over to others-how is that as satisfying as winning it fair and square?”

He seemed somewhat moved.

When the Chaoshan beef balls arrived, he grabbed one too.

Unfortunately, he seemed to have never eaten one before.

He didn’t know that if you bit down in one go, the beef ball would spray juice.

The result was that it shot all over his face.

I nearly jumped out of my skin and hurriedly grabbed a wet wipe.

I cupped his face and wiped it over and over. “Good thing you didn’t get burned. Does it hurt?”

Duan Jiayu: “A little…”

Then I’ll blow on it. “Phew, phew… Is that better?”

Duan Jiayu: “Mm.”

I told my friends the kid was introverted and shy, and asked them to guide him more.

My friends smiled meaningfully. “I’ve never seen a disciple guiding the master before. He’s already trained you into a husband-spoiling maniac~”

Me: ???

Only later did I find out

that when he said the lychee was dead,

it was because he only ate the kind of fresh lychee picked from the tree within the last hour or two. When peeled, the flesh was transparent.

He didn’t fight for the meat

because he didn’t eat synthetic zombie meat.

And the reason he was moved

was because his parents favored his younger brother.

As the eldest, he could only endure in silence.

So my theory of “fight and grab what you want”

just so happened to hit him right in the heart.