It Doesn't Feel Like a Good Thing

Busy Chef Xia had been busy for a long time, and finally, she could sleep peacefully.

A nightdress was different from a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. At some point, the hem had ridden up to the top of her thighs. Xia Yanchun, her face flushed red, pushed down the fabric and went to the bathroom, feeling shy and a bit annoyed.

Boys always liked to wipe their hands on others after washing them. Back at school, Shen Nian used to always catch Chen Dong to wipe his hands on. After washing her hands, Xia Yanchun copied Shen Nian and wiped her hands on him, leaving two wet handprints on his clothes.

You're so gross.

What do you mean? It's not like I asked you to...

Ahem!

...

Xia Yanchun pulled up the light air-conditioning blanket a little to cover her small body. She didn't even need to snuggle into Shen Nian's arms; he would proactively wrap his arms around her.

Shen Nian didn't say a word, just holding Xia Yanchun as they slept.

Well, mainly he didn't really dare to speak. Chunbao was always brave enough to do things but never brave enough to admit them. If he told the truth, Chunbao would definitely give him the cold shoulder.

Glancing at the time, it was almost one o'clock. Xia Yanchun let out a timely yawn.

She usually went to bed at twelve. If it weren't for Shen Nian, she would definitely be fast asleep by now.

Time to sleep, time to sleep, Xia Yanchun murmured, closing her eyes with her back facing Shen Nian.

...

The next day, 9:00 AM.

In a daze, Shen Nian opened his sleepy eyes. He subconsciously tightened his hold on the soft warmth in his arms before realizing what he was doing and quietly letting go of Xia Yanchun.

Who knew how many sleeping positions the young girl had cycled through. The straps of her nightdress had slipped off her shoulders. When it came to having straps slip off her shoulders, Shen Nian felt that Xia Yanchun was an absolute expert.

Xia Yanchun was still sleeping soundly, which was obvious from her expression. She probably wouldn't wake up anytime soon; by the time she got up, it would likely be time for lunch.

Shen Nian smiled unconsciously and watched as a sleepy Xia Yanchun rolled over to face him on her side, her two small hands sticking out from under the blanket.

Her face was so soft. How could this little thing be so cute?

Remembering Xia Yanchun's sudden outburst of affection last night, Shen Nian smiled faintly and raised his index finger, gently poking Xia Yanchun's motionless fingers.

Shen Nian found it hard not to love such a proactive Chunbao.

He went back to his own home alone, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and started a morning livestream.

The morning stream didn't have as many viewers as the evening ones. After an hour and a half of lecturing, the peak viewership was only seventeen thousand.

The gifts were also a thousand less than usual, totaling only five thousand.

However, quite a few fans asked him to start a group chat for his Captains. Shen Nian hadn't paid much attention to the Captains before, but upon checking, he realized his number of premium subscribers was already approaching four digits.

They were all just students, why were they spending money like this? It was ridiculous, especially since he didn't even offer any special perks for his Captains.

So, did this mean he was now a major uploader in the educational section?

There was no end to talking about studying. Things that had already been taught could be repeated; those who had heard it could review, and those who hadn't could expand their knowledge. Once he went to college, he could teach college-level material. He didn't have to rack his brains trying to figure out what to stream the next day like other streamers did.

Although it was a bit different from his original study room streams, the good thing was that it had taken off.

Bilibili also had several clipped videos of his lectures. Quite a few of them had millions of views, mostly from people who couldn't catch the live broadcast but still wanted to listen to the lessons.

Some bored individual had even gone to his school's official website and dug up the video of his speech at the 100-day countdown rally to the college entrance exams. The screen was filled with comments worshipping him.

The voices questioning whether he was just following a script had completely disappeared.

Some noise came from the balcony. Shen Nian snapped back to reality and leisurely opened the balcony window.

Xia Yanchun, whose little feet had just touched the ground, glared at Shen Nian in annoyance, clapped her small hands together, and slipped into his room.

Why don't you give me a key? Our parents aren't home during the day, and climbing through the window is such a hassle.

Can't you just ask me to go down and open the door?

I was just afraid of bothering you. Who else but me is so gentle and considerate of you?

Screw you, coming up here at noon just to gaslight me. You're really something, I'm telling you.

Shen Nian scolded her playfully, then turned around to find a key for her. He specifically put it on a keychain before pressing it into her palm. Here. If anything goes missing in my house, I'll know you stole it.

Who cares, Xia Yanchun retorted. If she wanted something, she usually just asked his parents directly. If it belonged to Shen Nian, she simply practiced the doctrine of taking it without asking.

In front of his parents, she was the ultimate good girl; in front of Shen Nian, she was purely bossy.

Have you ever heard the story about the little thief who gets caught by the homeowner and threatened with the police?

Xia Yanchun gave him a look of disdain and said with disgust, That doesn't sound like a good thing. It must be something perverted, like in a porn movie.

Shen Nian bared his teeth and scratched his head. He had to admit, Emperor Hakichun really knew her stuff.

Xia Yanchun rolled her eyes at him, too lazy to even roast him.

She lay down completely, her lower legs gently swinging over the edge of the bed. Xia Yanchun fluffed Shen Nian's pillow. You need to pack your luggage properly. Clothes, shoes, and stuff we need to wear for the trip. Bring a jacket too, I heard it's really cold at the top of the mountain.

I would've forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it. I'll pack now.

I knew it.

Shen Nian took out his suitcase and actually started packing. He packed two sets of clothes, socks, and underwear. Although they were folded haphazardly, at least they were folded.

He stuffed the remaining space with tissues, pressing down hard so he could also fit a deflated backpack. This backpack was very important; he could wear it when they went out to play later, which would be incredibly convenient.

Xia Yanchun had no intention of helping him pack. She watched him work the entire time, and whenever she felt like it, she would rest her feet on his back. It gave her a satisfying thrill of bullying Shen Nian.

It was fun.

Did you bring your swimsuit?

I did.

OK. Shi Yan told me she bought waterproof goggles and a swimming ring. We'll go play in the water then.

A noob who can't swim should just sit on the beach and build sandcastles with the kids. Why even bother going in the water?

What does it matter? You know how to swim, right? We'll just play in the shallow area, and you can teach me how to swim.

Will there be a lot of people?

It's peak tourist season, so there should be quite a few. But I heard there are a lot fewer people if you go in the morning. So we'll go swimming in the morning, sunbathe at noon, and then go eat a huge seafood feast in the afternoon when it gets crowded. Hehe, I've already planned out the whole itinerary.

Sister Chun was exuding major boss energy; no more needed to be said.

Xia Yanchun looked immensely proud of herself. Making travel itineraries was an art form. If Shen Nian had been the one to plan it, they definitely wouldn't have as much fun.

Alright then, I guess I'll just have to reluctantly teach Chunbao how to swim. But limbs have a mind of their own in the water. If I accidentally touch somewhere I shouldn't, don't blame me.

Shen Nian had a completely serious look on his face.

It's not me, it's my hands and feet. Isn't it totally normal to have some physical contact when teaching someone to swim? Why did you use your body to touch my hand? Is it my wandering hands, or your wandering body? So hard to guess.

Get lost. Xia Yanchun wanted to punch Shen Nian to death.

She didn't really mind. After all, Shen Nian's smooth-talking wasn't a recent development. With so many people outside, if she tried to give him a kiss, he would probably dodge it out of embarrassment anyway.

Wasn't this just a classic case of acting tough only at home?