Chapter 95: The Ume Plum Incident

  After the exam, according to the teachers' itinerary, they set off immediately back to school. Qiao Anyu Liang had to bid farewell to Xu Xiao in a hurry and prepare to take a taxi at the school gate.

  The teacher had them wait on the sidewalk, and they went out to the road to hail a taxi.

  "Girl, Teacher bought you some dried plums. Eat them later when you feel carsick." Shu Zimo expressionlessly tossed a pack of dried plums to Qiao Anyulian.

  Qiao Anyu took it with a hint of doubt, why did the teacher have to go through so much trouble to get Shu Zimo to hand it over to her?

  Sitting in the taxi, Qiao An Yu Liang was eating hawthorn, her attention shifted, and the sour taste also made her desire to vomit disappear. It was simply a good medicine for carsickness. She thanked the two teachers: "Teachers, thank you for buying me hawthorn!"

  "What plum blossom?"

  She shook the package of dried plums in her hand.

  They shook their heads indicating they knew nothing at all.

  Qiao Anyu turned her head to look at Shu Zimo, whose expression was somewhat unnatural. He then glared at her fiercely: "Aren't you afraid of throwing up on me? Can you afford to compensate for this expensive outfit?"

  She touched the fabric of his clothes with her hand, shrugged and said: "It's really not worth it, so I'll just accept it graciously."

  "Hmph, this woman, doesn't even say thank you! Shu Zimo felt a surge of annoyance."

  Back to school, they took the high-speed rail again. This time, Qiao Anyu learned her lesson and didn't dare to talk nonsense or switch seats with others anymore, lest she would make a fool of herself again and let Shu Zimo see the joke. She and Shu Zimo both pretended to meditate with their eyes closed, perhaps only by closing their eyes and not seeing each other could they suppress the urge to quarrel, and the two people could get along peacefully.

  It's now afternoon, and Qiao Anyu has just finished lunch and is feeling drowsy. She falls asleep soon after. When she wakes up, the bus hasn't arrived at its destination yet, and only half of the time has passed. Qiao Anyu struggles to wake herself up from her sleepiness, but finds that she's leaned her head on Shu Zimo's shoulder! As she lifts her head, she meets Shu Zimo's scowling face, who is staring at her fiercely with a menacing expression!

  She suddenly woke up, hurriedly sat up straight, and her mouth felt cool and wet, as if... She guessed that she had probably leaned her head on Shu Zimo's shoulder while sleeping, and even left behind evidence of the crime - a puddle of saliva! She pretended to be nonchalant in an attempt to escape unscathed, but the victim, Shu Zimo, pushed her arm, pointed to the wet spot on his shoulder, and asked with a displeased face: "Woman, is this your quality? You used my shoulder for so long without my consent, drooled, and you don't even have any gratitude or apology?"

  "This is the duty of being a brother. Caring for my sister, it's only natural! Saying thank you or sorry is too formal." Qiao Anyu said calmly and confidently.

  "It's only now that you think of my good points? Only now that you acknowledge me as your brother? Usually when we're arguing, why don't you show some more respect to your brother?" Shu Zimo said coldly, straightening his back, but then let out a "ouch" and rubbed his sore and numb shoulders before feeling a bit better.

  "Shu Zimo, you can't be keeping this posture all along, are you? Are you a pig brain or something? Why don't you change your posture? Or wake me up for that matter! How stupid! Now I feel a bit guilty." Qiao Anyu said with a cool tone.

  "Let me give you a chance to make up for it, give your brother-in-law a massage on the shoulders and back, be a well-behaved younger sister. How about that?" Shu Zimo said with a smile.

  "I'm not the gentle and amiable Wang Yuyan, I wouldn't do something that goes against my character. Besides, you're not Murong Fu!" Qiao Anyu said disdainfully, turning her head to look out the window.

  "Yes, I'm not as lucky as Murong Fu." Shu Zimo sighed and picked up a tissue to wipe his own mouth. This woman, not only was she not moved by him at all, but she also spoke with such reason and confidence. If it were any other girl, they would have been deeply grateful and tearfully thanked him, almost fighting over who got to wipe his mouth for him. This could only further prove that she wasn't a woman.