Chapter 3: What Reward Do I Get?

“You need to draw a coordinate system here.”

Xie Jun casually sketched a coordinate system on the paper, the lines straight and smooth. Kui Ming’s gaze followed the movement of his hand.

Without looking up, Xie Jun said, “Focus on the book, not on me.”

“You sound just like our homeroom teacher.” Kui Ming chuckled, leaning over to look at Xie Jun. “How did you know I was looking at you?”

Xie Jun lifted his head and drew a little pig nose on Kui Ming’s face with his pen. “I could feel it.”

“We’ve been studying for two hours, let’s take a break.” Kui Ming, despite his tough appearance, whined playfully.

“Alright.” Xie Jun glanced at the time; indeed, they had been studying for over two hours.

Kui Ming stretched lazily and then flopped down, resting his head on Xie Jun’s lap. Xie Jun’s waist was indeed very slim; Kui Ming could encircle it with just one hand.

Xie Jun glanced down, noticing that Kui Ming’s hair had grown a bit long, with loose strands partially covering his brows and eyes. He casually brushed his hair aside. “I’ll get a haircut later.”

“Ah.” Kui Ming sounded disappointed. “Can you not cut it? I think you look better with longer hair.”

“In a few days, there will be a disciplinary inspection, and I can’t pass with long hair.” Xie Jun fiddled with Kui Ming’s gray hair. “You should come with me and dye your hair back.”

Kui Ming suddenly sprang up from Xie Jun’s lap, staring intently at Xie Jun with a serious expression.

With that serious face, he asked, “Then what reward do I get?”

A hint of amusement appeared in Xie Jun’s eyes. “What reward do you want?”

Kui Ming pouted.

Xie Jun leaned forward, slowly moving closer to him. Their eyes met, and they could feel each other’s breath, warm and close, brushing against their faces.

Kui Ming froze completely, not daring to move an inch.

Something cool touched his lips—it was Xie Jun’s fingertip.

Kui Ming pouted in dissatisfaction as Xie Jun pulled back. “After graduation, I’ll grow my hair out.”

“Deal.” Kui Ming grabbed his hand and kissed his fingertip. “Let’s go, time to dye our hair.”