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Without waiting for him to speak again, I quickly ran upstairs and said, "I'm going to change my clothes."
Then I heard a light laugh coming from downstairs.
The place he took me to wasn't far; it was right next to the Library, where we had been last time. It was essentially a learning hub, with various training facilities in addition to the Library.
Xiao Minxing returned after browsing around, holding several flyers in his hand. He placed them in front of me and said, "Take a look and see if there's anything you like."
I hadn't been to school in a long time and had never considered going back. He suddenly threw a bunch of these things at me, leaving me completely bewildered. I timidly asked, "Can I not go to school?"
"You can't," Xiao Minxing replied bluntly.
He took the brochures back, flipped through them quickly, and said, "If you don't choose for yourself, I'll choose for you. Don't say I mistreated you later."
Hearing this made me even more anxious. I hurriedly gathered the materials back and asked him, "Why do you suddenly want me to go to school?"
Xiao Minxing pursed his lips and shot me a sideways glance without saying a word, but I didn't dare ask again.
Right, he never needed to explain his actions to me. So far, everything in my life had been arranged by him. Not a single thing had he asked for my opinion on, not even the brand of sanitary pads.
Being allowed to choose a major this time was already a huge deal; what more could I hope for?
I scanned the rows of text printed in different colors. There were many diverse options, but I didn't know what I should study. Most importantly, I didn't know what Xiao Minxing wanted me to learn.
A large hand reached down from above and pointed at one line, saying, "How about this one?"
It was a Comic Training Class. Without even discussing what it taught, there were several courses listed. Besides drawing skills, there were also computer software classes and other subjects. The most shocking part was the cost; it charged monthly fees, and if I participated in every course, it would amount to several thousand each month.
I swallowed and said, "Isn't it a bit too expensive?"
The person above me impatiently replied, "Just say yes or no, don't worry about the money."
I lowered my head and remained silent, but my heart was gently poked, trembling.
Xiao Minxing should also remember those past times, right? I just don't know if he recognizes me. After so many years, my appearance is quite different from before. If it weren't for my frequent updates on his news in newspapers and online, I wouldn't dare to recognize him if he appeared in front of me now.
However, this hobby related to Comic is indeed something we talked about when we were kids.
Back then, my adoptive parents enrolled me in many Interest classes. Anyway, I had no free time after school every day—piano, dance, painting, even calligraphy and writing.
Among all these hobbies, Comic was my favorite.
Later I thought that perhaps I was still very young at that time, so the obvious characters and stories in Comic attracted me more.
But after leaving that home, everything disappeared. Those hobbies that I didn't love also came to an end. Now I hardly read Comic books anymore.
People always modify some of their habits and interests in life, either actively or passively, and gradually become quite different from their childhood selves.
Now looking at his long fingers pointing above, the once vivid images flickered like shadows—one frame after another appeared and overlapped until they formed his current appearance.
His facial features often lack expression; only his eyes are sharp and deep. His thin lips seem harsh when closed but reveal calm wisdom when he speaks.
The lines of his face are not very smooth. With age, his bones seem to have grown out; plus he is not overweight, so the angles of his facial bones are distinct. Especially in profile, he always gives off the impression of a sculpted figure.
The curve of his neck was nice, connecting to his strong body below. His casual shirt had a slightly large neckline today, revealing a hint of his chest muscles.
My gaze was still searching downward when a warm hand unceremoniously blocked my view.
Xiao Minxing's voice, half-smiling, asked, "Is there something on me that you want to learn?"
Instantly, my face flushed and my heart raced; I felt like a startled deer. I forcefully shifted my gaze away from him and back to the paper in my hand.
After much coaxing from him, I ultimately chose Comic. He even said that if needed, he could be a ready-made model.
I turned to look at him, nearly dropping my jaw. Was this the domineering and aloof tyrant?
However, he quickly informed me of another matter.
"From now on, just focus on your studies. You don't need to drive me around."
Excitement and joy plummeted to the depths; I had been tricked once again.
Yes, Xiao Minxing's seemingly kind offer to enroll me in some tutoring classes was not for my benefit but for his own.
I usually had too much free time and drove him around, which naturally gave me more insight into his whereabouts. Even though I didn't dare to interfere with him, if things really escalated, it wouldn't be good for either of us.
Recently, it seemed we had more opportunities to interact calmly. I wondered if he also felt that this was better than being irritable every day and didn't want to disrupt it, so he used other matters to divert my attention.
Of course, it was more likely that this was convenient for meeting Lu Yishan, and that possibility seemed greater.
"What are you thinking? Speak up and let me hear it." He asked me while driving, his eyes focused on the road ahead, his tone unremarkable.
"I'm thinking about how to master this." I replied sullenly.
Xiao Minxing finally glanced at me, but his expression was unclear. He snorted coldly through his nose and said, "You really should think it over; there aren't many people as stupid as you."
I had grown accustomed to his sarcasm, but I still looked up and asked him, "Do you hate me now? Is that why you signed me up for classes instead of letting me drive you to work?"
He clearly paused for a moment, inhaling lightly through his teeth. When he looked at me again, his eyes were filled with a strong sense of amusement.
This wasn't a good sign; I was too familiar with that look. So before he could say anything further, I lowered my head and softly said, "Forget it, you don't need to say anything. I understand."
He quickly changed his tone, teasingly elongating the "oh" before asking, "What do you understand?"
"You hate me." My voice was barely loud enough for myself to hear.
But he quickly responded, "You're overthinking it. Disliking you was the truth from the beginning; that hasn't changed—it's only gotten worse."
I buried my face in my hands to shield myself from the embarrassment.
Has anything changed between us? No, only my own mindset had shifted, leading me to create a whole scenario in my head. In the end, the main character coldly told me, "You're just here for the show; my leading lady has returned. Pack your things and get lost."
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