The Beautiful Time With You Chapter 157 - I'll Crush Every Flower I See (1)

Chapter 157: I’ll Crush Every Flower I See (1)

Translator: StarveCleric Editor: Milkbiscuit

After saying those words, the young man below began strumming his guitar once more and sang the Happy Birthday song.

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you…”

It was only after the young man sang two lines that Xia Shangzhou finally managed to process what he’d just heard. “s.h.i.+ Yao? Did I hear him wrong?”

Lu Benlai also opened his mouth in a daze, “I heard him say s.h.i.+ Yao too. Isn’t that the name of our Little Junior?”

Xia Shangzhou continued to admire the sight below as he remarked in awe, “It seems that our Little Junior has a little too many peach blossoms…”

Lu Benlai was just about to respond to Xia Shangzhou’s comment when a thought streaked across his mind, and he quickly sealed his mouth shut. Slowly, he turned his head to look at Lin Jiage.

The young man didn’t look any different from how he usually was.

A light breeze whistled across the night, tussling the young man’s hair, and revealed his arched forehead.

And between the young man’s brows, an inconspicuous hint of hostility could be felt…

It was a good thing Lu Benlai had reacted swiftly and sealed his mouth—he shuddered to imagine the suffering he might’ve been put through…

While Lu Benlai was secretly patting his chest in relief, Xia Shangzhou still seemed oblivious to the danger lurking behind him as he continued, “Hm? It seems like Little Junior’s peach blossom has decent quality. He doesn’t look too bad actually…”

Lu Benlai could clearly see Lin Jiage’s expression turning colder and colder.

In view of their brotherly ties, he discreetly kicked Xia Shangzhou to hint at him to stop.

“What the h.e.l.l? Lu Benlai, why the heck did you kick me?” Xia Shangzhou returned a kick to Lu Benlai as he continued to comment on the situation. “… According to my sources, that’s Han Jing from the Art Faculty. If I remember correctly, he even won some prize for his performance last year. No wonder his singing is so good!”

Is there a hole in my grandson’s head? I’m already giving you such an obvious hint, and you’re still trying to hit me back?

Noting that the air around Lin Jiage was growing colder and colder by the moment, Lu Benlai decisively chose to make a strategic retreat, “Tsk, what’s so interesting about that? How shallow!”

“That’s not what you said a moment ago. You said it was…” Xia Shangzhou argued indignantly as he turned around to face Lu Benlai.

But before he could see the retreating Lu Benlai, he found himself faced with a Lin Jiage whose presence was overflowing with danger.

Xia Shangzhou shut his mouth from sheer instinct. Two seconds later, he realized what he’d just done, and he swiftly changed his words as he fled back into the room, “You’re right, there’s nothing interesting about this at all. It’s because of people like them that the culture of our school is getting worse and worse!”

As soon as Xia Shangzhou went back into the room, he immediately rushed up to Lu Benlai and complained, “You b.a.s.t.a.r.d, why didn’t you remind me earlier?”

Lu Benlai: “You dimwit! I nudged you to stop, remember?”

“You call that a reminder? That was clearly just a kick!”

“Heck, how weak can your comprehension ability be?”

At this moment, Lin Jiage finally returned to the room, and the arguing duo immediately sealed their mouths.

Glancing at him discreetly, they saw Lin Jiage walk up to his desk, open his laptop, and began working on his project.

Lu Benlai: “There’s something really wrong with our boss today. He’s actually working on his project in the middle of the night!”

Xia Shangzhou: “What should we do? Do you think it’s possible that’s we’ll survive past tonight?”

Lin Jiage didn’t close the balcony door when he went in, so the commotion outside could still be vaguely heard from within the room. After finis.h.i.+ng his Happy Birthday song, Han Jing shouted, “Happy birthday, s.h.i.+ Yao!”

“s.h.i.+ Yao, I like you!”

His declaration was met with swift cheers from the crowd.

“s.h.i.+ Yao, I like you! Happy birthday!”

As Han Jing’s voice grew louder and louder, the air in Room 501 grew increasingly colder.

At this point, Xia Shangzhou and Lu Benlai didn’t even try to whisper to each other anymore. They could only trade glances as they wondered how to escape from this tundra.

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In Chinese, peach blossoms are usually used to refer to romantic relations.h.i.+ps, thus the t.i.tle.