Chapter 3 Arrival (1/2)

Chapter 3 Arrival

“Is that so? Is it a female ferret?” Wen Jiubo said teasingly.

“Wait a moment! You were just complimenting me, saying that I was indomitable and omnipotent!” I said angrily. “Liar!”

“Hmph, I wasn’t wrong either, you were originally a weak pipsqueak!”

“What did you say?”

“Alright, stop arguing.” Wen Jiubo put up one finger and both Bai and I suddenly couldn’t say a word, as if our mouths had been sealed.

“I’ve already decided, neither of you can get out of it.” Wen Jiubo pointed at me, then pointed at Bai. “Do you understand?”

The both of us nodded hurriedly, and it was only then that I felt my lips loosen and I was able to talk again. Wen Jiubo turned back to write and draw again.

“What are you drawing?” I shuffled over curiously.

“Nothing much, just normal charms.” Wen Jiubo said placidly.

I looked over his shoulder, but all I saw written on the paper was some strange Sanskrit-like symbols. I couldn’t understand a word.

However, Wen Jiubo snatched the charm away hastily. His expression was unfriendly as he said, “Don’t peek.”

“I can’t understand anything anyway, why does it matter?” I muttered. “I’m only curious.”

“Not even if you’re just curious.” Saying this, Wen Jiubo packed away all those paper charms at a steady pace. It was really as if he was hiding some sort of treasure, not letting me see a thing.

“Fine then, I won’t look,” I muttered, eyeing him from the corner of my eye. I suddenly reached out a hand, preparing to snatch the charm papers away when he was unprepared. However, Wen Jiubo was faster, and my hand hit his chest instead.

Immediately after that though, I saw Wen Jiubo’s face twitch as if in pain.

I jumped, pulling back my hand, suddenly scared. “What’s wrong? Did I hit something?”

Wen Jiubo frowned and shook his head, but he still didn’t look too good. He stood up suddenly, putting away the paper charms in his chest. “Don’t mess around. It’s one thing if you can’t help out, but don’t keep just hanging around here. Go back to school.”

Leaving this sentence, Wen Jiubo turned and left the room without looking back.

“What?” That left me standing in place, confused. I looked at Bai, who stood to one side, in bewilderment. “I was just joking, did I manage to offend him?”

Bai seemed completely unperturbed though, his expression placid. He waved his paw at him. “Man, he’s Wen Jiubo. It’s hard to say but he might have that thing a couple of days per month.”

Although it was shrouded with complaints and worry, the school still didn’t change their decision. So just like that, we began our trip on Saturday to Mt. Yanmian.

“I’m so tired.” Shi Yitong flung himself down on the seat next to mine, complaining. “I deliberately set out half an hour earlier just so I could be on the same bus as you, but I ended up having to search for ages. Why on earth is the language department bus parked in such a tiny forgotten corner?”