The Villain Quits - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Brilliant as I am, even while sweeping the playground, I stayed true to my mission and returned with two large jars filled to the brim with osmanthus blossoms.

I held a jar in each hand, showing them off in front of Xie Yu’an.

“How about it? Interested? My osmanthus cakes are guaranteed to be delicious!”

Xie Yu’an’s eyes were a deep, dark shade of black, as if any emotion would sink into them and vanish without a trace.

At this moment, however, a faint, almost imperceptible trace of a smile flickered across them.

But he still refused.

“Sorry, I can’t stay out too late.”

“Oh, okay.” Deflated, I slumped back onto my desk with a mopey sigh.

My brother happened to be walking past and let out a cold sneer at his words.

“Heh, can’t stay out too late? What are you, an elementary schooler? Do you need big brother to hold your hand and lead you home?”

This time, before Xie Yu’an could say anything, I beat him to the punch by slamming my hands on the desk and standing up. “Brother! What are you saying?!”

“I-what did I say?” My brother jumped, startled.

“Do you have any idea that he… he…”

I pointed at Xie Yu’an, but for a long time, I couldn’t find the words to finish the sentence.

I couldn’t do it!

I only knew about Xie Yu’an’s situation from the book. If I just blurted it out like that, wouldn’t I be sent to a mental hospital?

Besides, if Xie Yu’an himself didn’t want to bring it up, I had no right to make that decision for him.

Finally, after stuttering over “he” for ages, I suddenly burst into dramatic tears:

“Do you have any idea? He’s not an elementary schooler! He’s a high school student, just like us!”

So passionate.

But I have no idea what I was being passionate about.

Xie Yu’an fell silent. My brother stood there, dazed.

The world went quiet.

On the way home.

My brother scratched his head and asked me,

“Sis, I feel like you’re acting weird today. Especially… why are you always protecting that guy named Xie?”

“What about you? You can’t seem to stop yourself from picking a fight with him,” I snapped back.

My brother rubbed his chin, pondering for a moment.

“I don’t know what it is. Every time I see him, I just feel my fists getting itchy.”

“Brother, you’re going through menopause.”

“How is that possible? I’m only seventeen!”

My brother looked horrified, so I struck while the iron was hot.

“Why wouldn’t it be possible? Everyone’s constitution is different. Brother, from now on, you must control your emotions and practice self-discipline. Otherwise, you’ll get Alzheimer’s in no time!”

“R-really?”

“Of course. Would your own sister lie to you?”

My brother didn’t say another word, lost in deep, solemn thought.