My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 57 is very tasty, it’s not greasy.

Yu Feifei’s face turned red: "I, I didn’t do anything wrong, it was her talking nonsense about Fu Yan."

Shen Liguang cracked a smile, "Since it was her talking nonsense, you don’t need to do this. Taking a few boys to corner a girl in the middle of the night, what for? Blinded by rage?"

"You!" Yu Feifei was at a loss for words.

Fu Ying thought to herself, this man, really doesn’t know how to hold his tongue.

"Let’s forget about tonight’s incident, but if there’s a next time, none of you will get away."

Yu Feifei stared straight at Fu Ying, and then, with her followers, slunk away.

Fu Ying let out a sigh of relief: "Thank you, brother."

Shen Liguang looked at her, his thin lips slightly moved, his tone softened a bit: "I’ll take you home."

Fu Ying nodded: "Thank you."

"No need to be so polite with me... I am good friends with your brother."

"Oh." Fu Ying nodded obediently.

The air around Shen Liguang was swirling with smoke. He glanced at Fu Ying and casually snuffed out his cigarette.

The girl walked in silence, her fingers tightly clutching the strap of her book bag, her head down as she moved forward.

Shen Liguang frowned and pulled on her backpack. The girl struggled, stepping back a couple of steps.

His voice was very gentle: "Watch out for the trash can."

Fu Ying, looking at the trash can very close to her, smiled awkwardly: "Thank you, brother."

"Clumsy."

Fu Ying hung her head, biting her lip: "I’m not usually like this."

Shen Liguang was stunned for a moment before he realized the little buddy had mistaken him for scolding her.

He couldn’t help but chuckle softly: "I wasn’t scolding you."

Fu Ying looked up and asked, "Then, what was it?"

"I was praising you."

Fu Ying pursed her lips and hung her head again.

No matter how you heard it, it didn’t sound like praise.

It sounded more like he was making fun of her.

She responded weakly, "Oh."

The nearly ten o’clock Jiazhou City was bright with lights and lively with activity.

Fu Ying walked alongside him.

One taxi after another passed them by. She didn’t mention getting a taxi, and neither did he.

She wanted to spend a little more time with him; she had no idea what he was thinking.

The summer night breeze was warm, causing Fu Ying to feel restless inside.

She sneakily glanced over at him.

The lights from the street shop signs shone on his face, adding a hint of tenderness to the man’s features.

Fu Ying couldn’t help but take another look.

As she did, the man suddenly spoke: "Stop ogling your brother."

Fu Ying was incredibly embarrassed: "..."

"Why do you keep staring at me?"

"I..." Fu Ying’s breath caught, with words stuck in her throat, making her feel distressingly choked up.

What am I looking at you for?

You probably won’t understand.

When you don’t forget, there’s always an echo. When will that echo finally come?

She shook her head: "Nothing, just thought brother is handsome."

Shen Liguang opened his mouth, suddenly unsure of what to say.

For the first time, he felt as if he were being flirted with.

It was bad enough that he felt ticklish in his heart, but the other person was just a sixteen-year-old child.

He was twenty-five, a full nine years older.

An old cow and tender grass.

Shen Liguang said with a laugh in his voice: "Brother is handsome, then take a few more glances."

Fu Ying shook her head: "Can’t look any more."

"Why not?"

Fu Ying paused: "You’re too tall, my neck hurts every time I look up at you."

This reason, at least, was very truthful and logical.

Shen Liguang stared at the neon lights.

He murmured, "Then you’ll need to strive to grow taller."

Cars whooshed by his side.

Fu Ying didn’t catch what he said, but didn’t dare to trouble him by asking again. Although some words couldn’t be spoken, her heart felt joy just being able to see him.

She bit her lip, holding back a silly smile.

Suddenly, a very fitting phrase came to mind: Upon seeing him, she became very low, low enough to be in the dust. Yet, her heart rejoiced, blooming from the dust.

...

Actually, the school is quite far from home, but tonight time flew by quickly.

Before she knew it, they had arrived at her front door.

Fu Ying took out a candy from her pocket and extended her open palm towards him: "Here, a candy from your brother."

Again, it was wrapped in a white translucent paper, again, it was orange-flavored candy.

Shen Liguang couldn’t help but smile as he asked, "Do you really like oranges that much, not getting tired of them?"

Fu Ying shook her head: "It’s tasty, I never tire of it."

"You’re quite faithful to one flavor, but actually, you could try other candy flavors as well."

Perhaps she was more sensitive lately, but she always felt there was a deeper meaning in his words.

Try a different flavor of candy, was he suggesting she find someone else to like?

Fu Ying dismissed the thought.

He didn’t even know she liked him, so how could he suggest she like someone else?

Shen Liguang pinched the candy from her palm, watching the girl turn to enter the house, he felt that the little thing was quite heartless: "Won’t you invite your brother in to sit for a while?"

Fu Ying turned her head, looking at him puzzled.

It turned out he wasn’t leaving tonight.

Watching him enter her big brother’s room, Fu Ying let out a deep sigh.

Suddenly, a particularly bold idea occurred to her.

When would it be that he enters her room?

Before sleeping, Fu Ying wrote in her diary: Mountains have trees and trees have branches, I am pleased with you but you do not know.

...

After Friday went by, time passed particularly fast. In the blink of an eye, it was Saturday, tomorrow would be a day off, and on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday there were exams.

Fu Ying was particularly anxious.

Wen Tian asked, "Should I tutor you tomorrow?"

Fu Ying knew full well that the reason wasn’t because she hadn’t listened carefully in class; it was the difference between the past and the present.

Had she crossed over as a primary school student, perhaps there could have been a remedy.

"Wen Tian, could you also tutor me?" Lin Lishan blinked pitifully, "Please, save this child."

Wen Tian nodded, looking towards Fu Ying: "Tomorrow I’m going to the library, if you want tutoring, come at eight o’clock in the evening."

Fu Ying nodded: "Okay."

Cramming at the last minute has only benefits.

In any case, she might as well make up as much as she could.

Before self-study class, Lin Lishan dragged her to pay respects to the statue of Confucius.

When they got there, they found there were already several others worshiping.

Hands pressed together in devotion, they couldn’t be more earnest, short of calling out "Dad".

They even brought food to pay homage.

Li Hanyi and Du Yong were also there.

Fu Ying was surprised: "I thought you two didn’t care about grades?"

Li Hanyi: "Who doesn’t want good grades?"

"So, by worshiping, you get good grades?"

Du Yong, regardless of anything, bowed his head three times, offering his precious gift: "Forget it, let’s just worship first, then go next door to pay respects to Mr. Tao."

A male student from another class chimed in: "I’ve already paid respects to Tao Xingzhi, buddy, are you going to pay respects to those scholar-gods examined by the school next?"

"Of course."

Fu Ying also followed them.

The whole wall was covered with the names of students from the school who had been admitted to top universities throughout history.

Fu Ying glanced over and unexpectedly saw the names of her big brother and Shen Liguang...

Is this the difference?

Big brother is in the top class; little sister is in the ordinary class.

Big brother was admitted to a top university; little sister comes to worship big brother.

Fu Ying pressed her hands together, very earnestly and devoutly: "Brother, bless me, please."