Shen Nian didn't go for his workout today.
He woke up early but didn't want to leave the bed. He stayed half-asleep, snuggling Xia Yanchun, holding her for a long time.
Hachichun was a restless sleeper, always mumbling and squirming, waking him up several times.
If he weren't someone who needed little sleep, he would have really lost it and kicked Xia Yanchun right off the bed.
But this was Xia Yanchun's room, so he didn't dare do that. Otherwise, the grass by his nest might just retreat.
Then again, he couldn't blame Chunbao entirely. It seemed his own fault was bigger—he had been holding her the whole time, thinking only of his own comfort, without considering whether she could sleep well being hugged like that.
It wasn't time yet. Xia Yanchun was still asleep, her body completely relaxed and incredibly soft. Shen Nian could even gently rub her stomach, being careful not to wake her.
He had promised to bring her breakfast, but since he didn't go for his workout, he naturally didn't bring any. He'd have to buy some on the way down later.
Nearing six o'clock, Shen Nian turned off Xia Yanchun's alarm and gently pinched her ear.
"Mmm..."
Xia Yanchun frowned slightly, letting out an unconscious, soft, and lazy whimper as she turned over, trying to burrow back into Shen Nian's arms to continue sleeping.
"Time's up. Still not getting up?" Shen Nian poked her forehead.
Xia Yanchun opened her bleary eyes, dazedly parting her lips. The first thing she did upon waking was try to push Shen Nian away, but she had little strength just after waking, so it was more like resting her hand on his chest.
"What time is it...?"
"Exactly six."
"Oh..." Xia Yanchun was in a daze. She struggled to sit up in bed, felt the chill from the air, and slowly lay back down. "It's so cold."
"You still have to get up even if it's cold."
"Just ten more minutes."
"You have sleep in your eyes."
"Careful, I'll wipe it on you."
"Damn, aren't you disgusting..."
"Just average, really."
Xia Yanchun had also mastered the art of shamelessness. If she couldn't even manage this level of it, she wouldn't be able to boss Little Shen Nian around or make him take the blame for her.
After basking in the warm bed for a few more minutes, Xia Yanchun mustered her energy and sat up, patting Shen Nian's head twice. "Still sleeping? Get up!"
"I was just waiting for you."
"Didn't you work out? Your breath smells. Or are you so lazy you didn't even brush your teeth or wash your face this morning?" Xia Yanchun sat in a 'w-sit', covering her nose in disgust.
No wonder they say the 'w-sit' is the cutest pose for a girl. It absolutely killed Shen Nian with cuteness, and he chuckled.
"Didn't go today."
"I'm starting to suspect you don't actually go work out every day."
"What's wrong with taking a day off occasionally?"
"As of today, I've never seen you go work out, so I have my doubts."
"There's a lot you haven't seen."
Xia Yanchun blinked, then suddenly said with disdain, "You definitely didn't quit, did you?"
"?"
Shen Nian actually had to think deeply for two seconds before realizing what she meant. He wasn't laughing now.
This brat still wants to see me crash and burn?
Crap, I dug my own grave. Hachichun is so sharp, grabbing any little opportunity to go all out, huh? So OP and still not nerfed.
"Who cares if you believe me or not."
Shen Nian bared his teeth, dropped that line, and regardless of the girl's mood, threw off the covers, got up, and scurried back home in a flash.
He brushed his teeth and washed his face. At this hour, Shen Yue was almost certainly not up, so there was no chance of her catching him having stayed over at Xia Yanchun's.
Crap, feels like after lying together all night, my whole body smells like her scent.
When it was time, they left together and had breakfast downstairs in the residential complex.
This time of day was all middle school students, wearing various school uniforms, in twos and threes, with plumes of steam rising from the food stalls.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Order for me."
"If you want me to treat you, just say so. It's not like I wouldn't." Shen Nian saw right through her. Having known each other since childhood, he even knew where her tiny moles were. What was the point of these little mind games they both saw through?
"Hmph."
"Do you want soy milk?"
"No, and you can't have any either."
"Soy milk should be fine..."
"It's still a kind of sugary drink. And you didn't work out today, so why do you need to replenish sugar?"
Shen Nian clicked his tongue. Seems like he'd have to drink beverages on the sly now.
Trained and tamed by a bad woman.
Xia Yanchun was the same as usual, looking like a sweet, pretty girl, dressed nicely in light blue trousers. It seemed she had stuffed her school uniform jacket into her small bag.
The steaming rice noodle rolls arrived at the table: one serving for Xia Yanchun, two for Shen Nian, plus two shumai.
“Even a pig doesn't eat as much as you.” Xia Yanchun couldn't help but complain.
"Not really. If I'm not full, I could slide-tackle a tiger, and the tiger would be three-tenths full. If I am full, I could slide-tackle a tiger, and the tiger would be four-tenths full."
"When did you wake up?"
"A little before you." Shen Nian lied. He had gone to sleep around midnight, slept a solid four hours, and woke up at four-thirty.
The rest of the time was spent lying there holding Chunbao, stroking her stomach, and sniffing her hair until six.
Damn.
Shen Nian felt he hadn't really done anything, just stayed in one position. How did it sound so creepy when described?
"Sleeping with you is awful. Don't come over so late at night anymore. I don't need you to warm my bed."
"Was it really awful?"
"Yes."
"But you seemed to be sleeping pretty soundly to me."
"Give me a break. Your sleeping posture is terrible, so annoying." Xia Yanchun chattered away as if everything she said was true. "I saw you were asleep and couldn't bear to wake you. You should be secretly thrilled to have a kind-hearted, beautiful big sister like me."
"So kind, so kind."
Shen Nian applauded.
She didn't even wake up when he stroked her stomach, and she even talked in her sleep, sleeping like a little pig.
If Shen Nian hadn't woken up early, he really would have been fooled by Xia Yanchun. Hachichun was truly skilled at twisting the truth, just like before.
A born Xiaohongshu saint, using all her little schemes on Shen Nian.
It was Friday. A heavy fog had settled in the morning, and the temperature was the same as yesterday.
Shen Nian had checked the weather forecast. For a while going forward, the temperatures would be relatively low, with the coldest day having a low of only 9°C and a high of 18°C. The weather hadn't completely stabilized yet.
Working out in this kind of weather wasn't very satisfying either. Shen Nian was already thinking of moving his workouts indoors, doing an hour of indoor exercises like squats and push-ups at home, even if it wasn't raining.
Because they ate breakfast at the stall and Xia Yanchun ate slowly, they arrived at school a bit later.
They happened to run into some sports students returning to the dorm after training.
Several of them were wearing shorts even in the middle of winter, looking like they had just finished practice—tall, thin, and full of energy. Huang Chen was among them.
A few of them, upon seeing Xia Yanchun, immediately defaulted to their basic programming, doing imaginary jump shots in the air and bumping into each other, creating a bit of a commotion.
Xia Yanchun gave them a dead-fish stare, thinking they were insane.
No girl would actually like that kind of behavior. Really.
She'd heard that when boys pass by a girl they have a crush on, they might even slap their buddy to get her attention. She wondered if that was true.
Shen Nian caught up from behind, nudging Xia Yanchun. The sports students awkwardly ran off.
"Why didn't you wait for me? Would waiting half a minute kill you?" Shen Nian said, exasperated.
"It's cold outside."
"I think you're just looking for a fight. We clearly slept together last night. Was all that just my imagination?"
Xia Yanchun's almond eyes widened. Angry, she tugged at his clothes. "Are you trying to die? Are you? What are you saying that for!"
"No one can hear us. I'm not speaking loudly."
"Hmph, even if no one hears, you're not allowed to say it, got it? Act like yesterday never happened."
"Fine, fine." Shen Nian nodded. "Hey, those sports students earlier seemed like they wanted to get to know you."
"Normal. I'm just too outstanding."
"Wow, and now you're getting carried away." Shen Nian lifted his chin. "I feel like I could smoke them in a race."
"Where did this 'Jiahao' come from?" (Note: "Jiahao" here is likely a nickname or slang implying overconfidence, similar to "big shot" or "champ".)
"Don't believe me?"
"I want to believe you... but mainly, those guys have been training intensely morning and night for their sports exams since the class split. You only started working out this semester at the earliest... Shen Nian, it's okay to have fantasies and brag a little, to fool your Chun-jie. Your Chun-jie will just laugh it off, but don't start fooling yourself."
"Seriously, I could run two laps carrying you without even getting winded. Let me show you my muscles."
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