The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 388: 388: Acting like a hooligan is because of love, love, love, love, love~

Chapter 388: 388: Acting like a hooligan is because of love, love, love, love, love~

Mentioning the Jiang Family from Imperial City brings Lin to mind, and no amount of praise over three days and nights would suffice. Young, accomplished, mature, disciplined, and graceful… anyone who talks about him nods and nods again.

Few people know that Lin’s impressive resume contains a dark page.

It happened during his sophomore year, after an evening self-study session, at ten o’clock.

“Old Jiang, wanna go for late-night snacks?”

The one who proposed this was his roommate, Zhang Bufan.

Jiang Xiaolin showed little interest, “No, I haven’t finished my assignment yet.”

Zhang Bufan, always talking, slung his arm around him and urged, “Come on, let’s have fun with everybody.”

He had barely got his arm around him when the other coldly pulled it away and responded with two icy words—

“Get lost.”

That level of disdain.

Zhang Bufan, quite the drama king, made a face like a forsaken wife, “You heartbreaker, just stick with your studies!”

Jiang Xiaolin looked at him as though he was looking at an idiot.

Another guy in the room, Guan Pei, who was always unserious, teased, “Look here, Old Jiang, let’s not turn the tables. We are grown men, what’s wrong with letting Tang Xiang press you down a bit? Being underneath has its comforts too.”

No matter what the discussion was, it always ended up about Tang Xiang, Jiang Xiaolin’s bane; she had kept him firmly in second place for two whole years.

Jiang Xiaolin snapped, “Scram.”

Zhang Bufan chuckled mischievously, “Look at him, he’s even blushing.”

Guan Pei burst into laughter, “Probably got feelings squeezed out of him.”

Jiang Xiaolin sighed, “Idiots.”

He couldn’t be bothered, walked aside, and made a phone call.

“I heard from our dorm supervisor,” the roommate He Xixi brought up something, “there’s a pervert in our building who steals underwear from the girl’s bathhouse at night.”

Zhang Bufan cursed while driving his mini car, “Freak! If he’s lonely, why doesn’t he just jerk off?”

The three roommates chatted at random.

Jiang Xiaolin walked alone behind. The cold white light from his phone lit up his face.

“What’s up?”

He looked at the ground, his shadow stretched out behind him by the streetlight, “You haven’t given me your project report.” He explained casually, “I’ll be passing by building seventeen later.”

Tang Xiang’s dorm was in building seventeen; he was “on the way” as the men’s dorm was ahead.

“I’m at the bathhouse.”

She hung up right after speaking.

Almost simultaneously, Jiang Xiaolin halted; bathhouse… pervert…

Guan Pei looked back, “What’s up?”

He turned and ran toward the back of the female dorm toward the bathhouse.

Guan Pei shouted from behind, “Where are you going?”

What was he doing?

He didn’t know; his feet moved faster than his brain, reaching the girls’ bathhouse before he could realize what impulse drove him there. He couldn’t stop in time and bumped into someone.

The boy he bumped into looked panicked, apologized quickly, and ran off.

“Jiang Xiaolin?”

Jiang Xiaolin turned and saw Tang Xiang wrapped in a towel, emerging from the bathhouse.

Her white towel reached her thighs, showcasing her elegant swan neck and collarbones, her wet hair dripping with water that rolled down her slender neck.

He swallowed hard, stuttering, “You, you should get dressed!”

She held one hand on the towel over her chest, her skin flushed from the steam under the moonlight, “What are you doing here?”

He looked away, “Just passing by.”

Delirious from the heat, his mind wasn’t clear and he blurted out nonsense.

Tang Xiang was skeptical, “This is the girls’ bathhouse. Where exactly are you passing by to?”

The girls’ bathhouse was at the very end of the female dormitory block; there was no way through.

“It’s none of your business.” Normally poised and elegant, he flared up uncharacteristically, “Go get dressed first. To come running out like this, have you no shame?”

Tang Xiang stood still, gripping her towel, staring unblinkingly at him.

The bathhouse was almost empty at that time. She was showering when she suddenly heard a strange noise, peeked out and found her underwear was missing. She hadn’t seen anyone, just heard footsteps, and in her urgency had chased out.

Outside the bathhouse, there was only Jiang Xiaolin.

He set his backpack down, slipped off his jacket, and threw it at her, his demeanor rather harsh, “Put it on.”

His backpack swayed with the motion, and a light blue striped bra fell out.

Jiang Xiaolin: “…”

The air grew still.

A second later, matching panties also fell out.

Both garments belonged to Tang Xiang.

He stared for a long time and shook his head, “It wasn’t me.” It must have been that other guy.

Tang Xiang extended his hand, “Pass me your phone.”

He thought she wanted to check the photos and videos, so he handed it to her without hesitation.

She took the phone, then grabbed his hand with the other, and dialed a number, “Hello, Academic Affairs Office? I caught a pervert outside the bathhouse.”

Pervert: “…”

That evening, Jiang Xiaolin was taken to the Academic Affairs Office for a trial meeting.

There were no cameras outside the bathhouse, the incident had no witnesses, and he couldn’t provide a valid reason for being there at that time, so naturally, he became the prime suspect in the peeping incident. It was only because the instructor vouched for him that he avoided expulsion, but he was still punished, docked five moral conduct points. And because of those five points, the first place he had finally achieved became second.

After that, he intensified his ‘tormenting’ of her, and following the nickname “gay,” he earned another, “pervert.”

This girl, she was truly his scourge.

“I demand compensation.”

Just like that laptop with the broken screen back then.

He was unreasonable, “You can pay in installments.”

“How would you compensate?”

He bent down, their eyes met, “How about you come to stay at my house for a month?”

Tang Xiang doubted she heard right and clarified, “Not the compensating ‘compensate,’ but the accompanying ‘accompany’?”

This “accompany” pleased Jiang Xiaolin even more, “You could see it that way.”

Tang Xiang was speechless, and simply said, “Scoundrel.”

He didn’t deny it, his tone suddenly serious, “Tang Xiang, you’ve known me for ten years. Have you seen me act like a scoundrel towards anyone else?”

Outsiders always thought the Lin from the Jiang Family of Imperial City was refined, graceful, and elegant.

He only played the scoundrel with the girl he liked.

Tang Xiang, with her back against the wall and nowhere to retreat, lifted her eyes to meet his, so close, “Do you like me?”

Did he need to admit it again?

“Yes.”

She couldn’t understand, “Then why have you always been against me?”

There was a hint of embarrassment on his handsome face, “I wanted to get your attention.”

…

Nowadays, even elementary school boys didn’t use such methods to attract their crushes. It was incredibly childish.

In fact, Tang Xiang had sometimes suspected Jiang Xiaolin harbored some feelings for her, but every time he provoked her to the point of raging, she denied such thoughts herself.

Her mind was a mess now, and after trying to sort it out without success, her mouth moved faster than her thoughts, “I’m not into you.”

After speaking, she looked down at her toes.

She only had this small movement when she felt guilty, but why was she feeling guilty? This question, along with “Why does Jiang Xiaolin like her?”, raced through her mind.

Jiang Xiaolin, discontent, displeased, indignant, “I know, you like the likes of Jiang Zhi, the little demon, and Chen Pei, the old man.”

Tang Xiang: “…”

She liked no such thing!

She had only complimented Jiang Zhi’s looks a few times and helped her roommate Xiao Gui deliver a love letter once.

He was unreasonable, having lost all semblance of a gentleman, his eyes gleaming with malice, “But I hurt my hand, so you’re responsible.”

The “accompany,” right.

“You mean stay at your house?”

He nodded, his tone leaving no room for discussion, “To be my caretaker.”

Not just a scoundrel, but also a shameless one.

Tang Xiang turned and walked away.

“Tang Xiang!”

The man she left behind grew angry, “My hand hurts!”

The implication was: It hurts because of you! It’s all your fault!

It was the first time Tang Xiang realized how difficult he was, and she thought about cursing him, but then again, she was arguing with a patient, who, after all, had been injured while saving her.

She was a conscientious person, “Sit there, I’ll get the medicine.”

Jiang Xiaolin was smug.

Suddenly, from behind, a voice remarked, “I didn’t expect you’d be so childish.”

Jiang Xiaolin turned around.

It was none other than Jiang Zhi, the little demon, pushing a drip stand slowly towards him.

Jiang Xiaolin’s look was dramatically different from before, his eyes full of aggressive inquiry, “Did you send me that recording?”

Jiang Zhi calmly replied, “Yes.”

“And your purpose?”

The medicine bag on the drip stand swung leisurely, his demeanor relaxed, “To help you and Tang Xiang connect.”

Jiang Xiaolin folded his arms, scoffing, “Looks to me like you were using the situation to stab someone in the back.”

He made no denial.