Chapter 134: Teaching Everyone How to Make the German Flag

Jiang Linyuan looked at Jiang Zhiyao’s reply and had no idea what kind of episode she was having again.

It felt like she had watched another heartbreaking Korean drama and was heavily sympathizing with it, right?

What did she mean by “that’s your business”! Your little sister persona has completely collapsed!

Were you a porn site? How does your persona crash so easily?

Haji Yao was clearly broadcasting “I have something on my mind,” right? Time to press on!

Jiang Linyuan didn’t keep bickering with Jiang Zhiyao. He asked her roommate and found out she was studying in the classroom, so he charged straight over.

A face-to-face confrontation!

…

Jiang Zhiyao had been in a bad state lately. Maybe it was because winter had arrived, but she always found herself overthinking.

Her relationship with Jiang Linyuan hadn’t changed at all, yet she felt like she was drifting further and further away from him.

That was what she feared most. The thought of the boy she grew up with becoming a stranger sent a wave of unease creeping through her heart.

His past was supposed to be only mine…

Jiang Zhiyao clutched the blue scarf around her neck and slumped over the desk.

“Your roommate said you were studying in the classroom, but it looks like that’s just a smokescreen. You’re secretly slacking off, aren’t you?”

A familiar voice sounded beside her. She looked up and saw Jiang Linyuan.

He sat down naturally next to her and poked her cheek:

“What’s with that miserable expression? It’s not even your time of the month, is it?”

Jiang Zhiyao shot Jiang Linyuan a fierce glare and slapped his hand away:

“Since when does a brother pay attention to that kind of thing about his sister!”

“And you’re embarrassed? Back during the college entrance exam, to delay your period, I was the one who bought the medicine…”

Before Jiang Linyuan could finish, Jiang Zhiyao clamped her hand over his mouth, her cheeks flushing slightly.

“Let’s talk outside!”

What was there to be embarrassed about? It was just a normal bodily function.

What difference was there from taking a dump?

Jiang Linyuan thought nonchalantly, helped Jiang Zhiyao gather her books, and walked out of the study room.

“Jiang Linyuan, can you not be so unrestrained? You say anything to me!”

Once outside, Jiang Zhiyao complained, bumping her bag into Jiang Linyuan as they walked.

“You’re my sister.”

Jiang Linyuan said casually.

Hearing that, Jiang Zhiyao’s hand unconsciously tightened, and she said:

“But there should still be a distinction between men and women! If I talked about your… um… special moments, wouldn’t you be embarrassed!”

Damn it! This Haji Yao, making up wild rumors!

You don’t know a damn thing about the flight schedule!

“As long as you don’t watch, I don’t mind you talking about it.”

Jiang Linyuan said with righteous indignation:

“Menstruation is the tide of life, and… uh, ejaculation is the surge of life. Reject physiological shame!”

“Are you trying to get yourself killed!”

Jiang Zhiyao couldn’t help but bump him again.

“Everything you say is below the belt!”

Who talked to girls like that!

“Then I could also talk about poop, pee, and farts.”

Jiang Linyuan thought for a moment and said.

“For example, during that time of the month, if you pee and poop all at once, wouldn’t those three holes turn into the German flag? Black, red, and yellow! The layout’s the same!”

“Do you say things like that when you’re chasing other girls too!”

Jiang Zhiyao raised her scarf and flailed it at Jiang Linyuan in frustration.

“Those are all fake feelings. What I have for you is the real deal.”

“…That’s disgusting.”

Jiang Zhiyao pulled back her scarf, covering half her face, staring at him with disgusted eyes.

They walked side by side for a while before Jiang Linyuan spoke again:

“What did you mean by that message on WeChat?”

“What message? What do you mean?”

Jiang Zhiyao pretended not to know.

“That line about ‘that’s your business.’”

Jiang Linyuan said.

“Who you want to date isn’t your business?”

Jiang Zhiyao said deliberately, slowing her pace to watch Jiang Linyuan’s expression.

“True.”

Jiang Linyuan nodded.

Hearing that answer, a pang of bitterness struck Jiang Zhiyao’s heart.

Just as I thought…

“Then shouldn’t you be happier? From now on, I won’t care who you date. Isn’t that good?”

Jiang Zhiyao quickened her pace, walking ahead without looking back.

Jiang Linyuan caught up and grabbed her hand:

“What mood are you in now?”

“I’m not in a mood!”

“Yes, you are.”

“No! I’m not!”

Jiang Zhiyao shook his hand vigorously, trying to shake him off.

Jiang Linyuan didn’t say anything. He just held her hand and walked with her.

Jiang Zhiyao gradually calmed down. She quietly held his hand and asked:

“Annoyed that I’m being unreasonable?”

“I’m used to it.”

His hand got pinched.

“I’m just… a little scared.”

Jiang Zhiyao suddenly said:

“Do you remember that fight you got into before the college entrance exam?”

“That was me being a good Samaritan!”

Jiang Linyuan retorted.

“I don’t remember that. I only remember that day, you were covered in bruises, purple and blue all over.”

Jiang Zhiyao said:

“I was really scared then, you know? Really scared.”

As she spoke, she tightly gripped Jiang Linyuan’s hand, very hard.

“…They had it worse than me.”

That was all Jiang Linyuan could say.

Back then, he was just an ordinary high schooler. Taking on over a dozen people and coming out unscathed was still too hard.

“I don’t care about them. Even if they died, I wouldn’t give a damn.”

Jiang Zhiyao shook her head, staring at Jiang Linyuan:

“I only care about you. You’re my brother. I’m afraid of losing you.”

“…How does that feel like you’re cursing me? I was just fighting, not going to war.”

Jiang Linyuan said.

A breeze blew, lifting Jiang Zhiyao’s bangs. Her eyes above the sky-blue scarf were very bright:

“Do I not even have the right to worry? Or am I not allowed to care about you anymore?”

What’s going on? This Haji Yao’s attitude was something he’d never seen before!

Jiang Linyuan met her gaze, feeling like something was off with Jiang Zhiyao.

“No, I didn’t mean that. Also, why does what you’re saying sound so weird?”

“What’s weird about it?”

“It feels like that kind of reply an ex-girlfriend would give when her ex-boyfriend questions what their relationship is.”

“…You damn siscon. You’re actually comparing siblings to ex-lovers?”

“No, it’s just that what you said is way too easy to misunderstand, right?”

“People with dirty minds hear everything as dirty.”

Jiang Linyuan couldn’t help but pat her on the head:

“And where are you any cleaner?”

“Cleaner than you!”

Jiang Zhiyao shook her head, dodging his hand, and said:

“So what are you really planning? It seems like you’ve already been unclear with several girls.”

“They’re all just friends.”

Jiang Linyuan said.

“Friends, sure. But you’ll have to marry and have kids someday, right? Have you figured out which friendships to cut off?”

“Actually, I’m a lifelong bachelor…”

“Me too…”

They both talked nonsense, looked at each other, and burst out laughing.

Jiang Linyuan said:

“Then the Jiang family line ends here.”

“The future is long. Who knows what will happen?”

Jiang Zhiyao replied.

“True.”

Jiang Linyuan nodded.

It’s hard to recognize youth while you’re in it. Only after youth passes can you truly know it.

Jiang Zhiyao’s youth was a room, and in that room lived a boy under the same roof.

Many people’s youth slips away like water in the so-called future, but she didn’t want that.

Some things were hers before, and they should be hers in the future.

How could you just hand over your youth to someone else? That didn’t make sense.

Twenty-year-old Jiang Zhiyao thought this.

“Isn’t it a bit long to be holding hands?”

Jiang Linyuan said.

“It’s cold. What’s wrong with holding for a bit? Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed? That’s disgusting.”

“No, it’s mainly just a little uncomfortable.”

“Then let go?”

“Forget it. If I let go, you’ll definitely say I have a guilty conscience, something like ‘disgusting siscon’.”

“I’ll say it anyway if you don’t let go. Disgusting siscon.”

Jiang Zhiyao hummed, lifted her chin, and swung Jiang Linyuan’s hand back and forth.

The gaps between fingers are too wide, and time is too long.

She could wait a little longer.

Or rather, if someone allowed her to wait, then that would be enough.