When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 114: Reserving a Boyfriend for the Future

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Reserving a Boyfriend for the Future

Monday arrived as expected, and just as Jiang Shuyao had gotten up and finished washing up, noises came from the entrance.

She knew it was Pei Yan, so she continued with what she was doing and didn’t bother with him.

It wasn’t until the long-missed smell of savory glutinous rice and fried dough wafted into the bedroom that Jiang Shuyao’s stomach immediately started grumbling in protest.

It smelled so good.

From what she could recall, it had been three years since she last enjoyed this traditional breakfast.

Behind Yasong Residence, there used to be a place that sold savory glutinous rice and green onion pancakes, and every day it was so popular that a long line formed outside the shop starting at six in the morning.

Unfortunately, for unknown reasons, the owner suddenly closed up shop, and within a short half-month, the store had changed hands and become a barbecue place.

A few minutes later, Jiang Shuyao tidied herself up and walked out of the bedroom.

She subconsciously glanced at the packaging on the breakfast laid out on the dining table, and was stunned.

Zhuang Ji’s porridge, Yuan Yi’s savory glutinous rice and green onion pancakes, one located in the South District and the other in the North District.

Her gaze moved beyond the potted Brazilian wood, and she saw Pei Yan’s motorcycle gloves resting on the coffee table, though he was nowhere to be seen at the moment, probably in...

Her thoughts were interrupted when the bathroom door in the guest bedroom suddenly opened.

Pei Yan emerged wearing only a black shirt, using a towel to rub his damp hair.

Water droplets fell from the tips of his hair into his partially unbuttoned collar. His figure, standing before the dining room wall lamp, blocked most of the light.

From Jiang Shuyao’s angle, his outline appeared extremely sensual.

She swallowed, slowly turning her head back around.

She spoke softly, "I’m not picky with breakfast, so next time you can just grab anything. No need to go so far."

The girl stirred the porridge in her bowl as she spoke, her eyelashes casting downward as though lost in thought.

Pei Yan casually tossed his towel over the back of a chair, leaned over, and hooked his finger under her chin, his eyes brimming with tenderness.

"Countdown day 188, how could I be perfunctory."

Jiang Shuyao’s eyes were blank, "What?"

The large hand on her chin was burning hot, and she didn’t pull away—

she figured she probably shouldn’t.

Pei Yan watched her with a half-smile, not speaking, as if waiting for her to understand on her own.

Actually, it was an easy guess for the girl, given how smart she was.

Under his intense gaze, Jiang Shuyao feigned calm with a hum, her expression seemingly nonchalant even though her cheeks carried an abnormal flush.

Since uttering that sentence at the hospital yesterday, she hadn’t really calculated how long it was until they would officially become a couple.

To her, 188 days was a long and full of anticipation number.

Over the past seventeen years, this was probably the most embarrassing and boldest decision she had made.

She’d kept it a secret from her parents, from everyone.

For her own future, she’d reserved a boyfriend in advance. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

This boyfriend, sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle towards her, was crazy for her, would risk his life for her, and loved her to his very bones.

Jiang Shuyao was very satisfied.

After finishing their meal, the two headed downstairs, where Uncle Li was already waiting outside Yasong Residence with the car.

As she opened the car door, she heard Pei Yan say, "The weather is getting colder. From now on, let’s have Uncle Li pick us up and drop us off at school every day."

There was a brief silence for a few seconds.

As the sedan started, Jiang Shuyao leaned her head gently to the side to ask him, "Does that mean you won’t be riding your motorcycle anymore?"

She had just asked casually.

But Pei Yan answered quite seriously, "If you’re not riding with me, then I won’t ride it."

Jiang Shuyao was timid; previously, when she attended Qi Middle School, she’d even push her bicycle to cross the road.

Not to mention riding a mountain motorcycle, which was many times faster.

She chuckled to herself, nodded her head, and said no more.

Five hundred meters away from Yunzhong, Pei Yan asked Uncle Li to stop the car, planning to walk the rest of the way.

Jiang Shuyao watched him silently as he put on his coat, ready to get out of the car. Her hand clutching the seatbelt tightened, and her voice went soft, "Maybe I should get out too."

Today, the two children had gotten along exceptionally well. Uncle Li looked back at them both with a hint of surprise and chuckled, "Walking five hundred meters is good exercise for the body."

High school students were burdened with heavy coursework, and the only time they had to move around was on the way to and from school.

From a middle-aged person’s perspective, Uncle Li actually thought walking a few hundred meters was much more beneficial for the body than driving.

Pei Yan’s hand paused momentarily as he was opening the car door before he reached over to tousle the girl’s hair.

He said, "Wait a bit longer."

Wait until the impact of the Liang Zixiao incident started to fade.

Wait until he had behaved well, gradually restoring his image.

By then, when she walked into the school gates with him, the looks she would receive from others wouldn’t be strange or perplexed.

The sedan moved forward slowly, and the cold silhouette outside the car window gradually disappeared amidst the crowd.

Jiang Shuyao retracted her gaze, feeling weighed down in her heart as if a stone was lodged there, causing discomfort.

...

When Chen Jin yawned his way into the classroom, he immediately spotted Brother Yan sitting at his desk.

He blinked vigorously, thinking he was seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

Holy shit, the boss was back in class and right on time!

It was as if he had discovered some earth-shattering secret and laughed aloud as he ran over.

"Brother Yan, aren’t you sleepwalking, or did you mistake seven o’clock for nine?"

Chen Jin was so early today because he had misread the time.

In a moment of absent-mindedness, he had bizarrely chosen not to turn back and continue sleeping.

Pei Yan ignored him, leaning lazily in his chair and surveying the room, then got up and walked to the lectern under Chen Jin’s puzzled gaze.

Class 2’s duty roster was almost just for show.

Last Friday’s math problems were still on the blackboard, and the classroom was a mess of trash; the labor committee couldn’t motivate anyone, and the cleaner couldn’t be bothered to take care of it.

However, Chen Jin was so astonished by Pei Yan’s next move that he almost bit his own tongue.

"Brother, Brother Yan, what’s up with you?"

What had happened, what sort of shock had he received!

With his back to Chen Jin, Pei Yan wiped the blackboard, his tall stature and long arms making quick work of it.

Having finished with the blackboard, he walked straight to the back of the classroom, stopping two meters from a pile of trash, his gaze considering it.

The young man pondered for a moment, seemingly hesitant.

After a while, he turned back and addressed Chen Jin, "How many points do you get for actively cleaning and doing duty?"

Yunzhong did not implement a credit system, but Class 2 was an exception.

In order to motivate everyone to better themselves, Qin Ming had applied to the school for this special treatment since their first year.

Anyone who contributed to the class could earn points according to the level of their contributions, and at the start of each term when it was time for awards, those with the highest points would receive a progress award at the school’s award ceremony.

Although it was a progress award, it was also a special honor.

You must know, for a class like Class 2 to win a progress award, it was significant enough to catch the high attention of the school’s leadership.

However, tragically, not a single suitable candidate had emerged from Class 2, despite four terms since the implementation of the points system.

Qin Ming had racked his brains trying to change tactics; after suffering repeated blows, he had basically given up any hope of cure.

How many points for cleaning and duty.

Who knew.

Chen Jin’s brain was frozen, feeling like he was the one truly sleepwalking.

Not receiving an answer, Pei Yan frowned several times before relaxing and gestured for the person behind him to come over.

It took a few seconds for Chen Jin to snap out of it, and then he scampered over, "What’s up, Brother Yan?"

"Help me clean this up."