Sang Yan endured it, turned off the faucet abruptly, turned around and splashed the remaining water on his hands onto Sang Zhi's face: "I'll give you two choices. Go back and continue watching your stupid cartoons, or stay here and let me beat you up."
"Why are you angry?" Sang Chi wiped the water off her face and frowned, "I'm the one being scolded, not you."
Sang Yan put the inner pot into the rice cooker without looking up: "The door is there."
Sang Chi didn't move, and said seriously: "Anyway, don't tell anyone that I look like you."
He turned his head and sneered: "Who cares."
After saying that, Sang Yan pinched her face hard, snatched the bowl of strawberries from her hand, and walked out of the kitchen.
Sang Zhi rubbed her face subconsciously. Noticing that her hands were empty, her eyes suddenly widened and she asked in disbelief, "Why did you steal my things?"
"How come it's yours?" Sang Yan picked up one and took a bite. "Did you earn money to buy it?"
Sang Chi reached out and said, "I took it out from the refrigerator."
Sang Yan raised his hand easily: "That's also for the refrigerator."
She stood on tiptoe with great effort, hopping up and down: "But if I take it out, it's mine."
"According to your logic, now that I have it, it is mine."
"… "
The two of them were in a stalemate for a while.
When Sang Yan was about to eat the fifth strawberry, the phone in his pocket rang. He glanced at Sang Zhi, calmly lowered his hand holding the strawberry, and used his other hand to flip through his phone.
Taking advantage of this gap, Sang Chi quickly jumped up and snatched the bowl back.
Sang Yan hummed and picked up the phone: "What?"
I don't know what was said over there.
"I went home. Didn't the dormitory have a power outage for a day because of illegal electrical appliances? I went home to take shelter." At this point, he paused and said meaningfully, "You know what, I regret it a lot."
Sang Chi went back to watching cartoons on TV and didn't want to pay attention to him.
Sang Yan said casually: "It's okay, I just stepped on shit."
Holding the remote control, Sang Zhi turned up the volume of the TV.
Sang Yan was not affected at all, and spoke lazily to the person on the other end of the phone: "Qian Fei has also gone home. Ask Duan Jiaxu, he is not going back. But he may not be in school."
Hearing the name she hadn't heard for a long time, Sang Zhi looked over subconsciously. She fiddled with the remote control with her fingers, and quickly lowered her head, fearing that she would be discovered.
He turned down the volume in silence.
A strange tension rose in her heart. She felt a little stuffy in her chest, her mind was a little blank, and her breathing became a little rapid. Her attention was uncontrollably focused on Sang Yan.
"How many times have you forgotten to bring your keys?" Sang Yan added insult to injury, "Auntie will definitely not give it to you, but you can go and ask for a scolding if you want."
Duan Jiaxu was never mentioned again afterwards.
Thinking about what Sang Yan had just said, Sang Chi suddenly had a bad association.
—If you don’t go home during the Dragon Boat Festival, it doesn’t necessarily mean you are in school.
If that's the case, then he probably has a girlfriend.
But it’s time to have it at this age.
If meeting a teacher can be made like a social gathering, then there must be something going on.
It's none of her business anyway.
If there is, there is.