Mask

Chapter 12 Laurel Lover (3)
Masako saw several bags with the laundry logo on the porch, and Duan Yousi's uniform was in the first bag.

"I'm here to deliver food." She put the breakfast she bought on the way on the decorative table in the porch, "He ordered it last night, and it's my turn to be on duty today."

An Qiyan finally recognized her, and asked in a bad tone, "Why hasn't the pizzeria fired you yet?"

She did not answer.

"Mo Yazi, don't even think about it." An Qiyan suddenly brought up this topic, "Don't expect him to fall in love with you, you are not as good as me!"

"Did you wait for him here all night?" Masako asked calmly without getting angry.

And this just hit An Qiyan's sore spot, she threw the blanket and shouted angrily: "It's none of your business!"

"Beware of catching a cold," she said.

An Qiyan's expression changed upon hearing this, she got off the sofa and walked towards Masako step by step.

Masako looked at her quietly.

When they were one step apart, An Qiyan waved his left hand.

"Snapped!"

Masako tightly held An Qiyan's left wrist with her right hand, and said, "Stop making trouble for no reason, senior."

An Qiyan glared at her fiercely, as if she wanted to kill someone because Masako saw through all the ugliness.

"Listen, Mo Yazi, if one day I find out that you have any crooked thoughts about him, you will be ordered to drop out of school by my father!" As the door slammed, An Qiyan pointed at her shouted from behind.

An Qiyan didn't notice that Masako was already holding a laundry bag in her hand.

She got it while provoking her, silently.

Walking along the way quickly, the wind blowing head-on was not strong, but it was a bit cold, covering her bangs with a layer of mist.

Back home, Duan Yousi still had no intention of getting up.

The light was more sufficient than before. She opened the curtains to let the light in. She quickly sat on the bed and pulled him up: "Don't sleep!"

He ignored her words, and time was running out, she took out the uniform from the bag and stuffed it into his arms: "Hurry up!"

He finally got annoyed, threw the uniform aside, and lay down again.

Masako looked at the uniform he had thrown under the bed, so she went to pick it up.But she was so eager that her elbow hit the back of the chair and she fell to the ground with a thumping sound.

After the noise, Masako who was sitting on the ground quieted down.

The morning light was reflected on the floor in front of her, her bangs drooped, covering her eyes, her hands clutched the hem of her skirt, and she remained silent.

After a few minutes of silence, Duan Yousi finally woke up belatedly.

He squinted his eyes and propped himself up from the bed to look at her back. After looking at her for about half a minute, he came to the edge of the bed closest to her, lowered his head and asked, "Crying?"

This time she ignored him.

He squatted down in front of her and raised her bangs. Her eyelashes were wet and were stroked by his delicate and cold fingertips. Masako raised her head to meet his gaze.

At this moment, he noticed the uniform on the ground again and glanced at her.

"An Qiyan doesn't know." Masako said awkwardly.

He didn't ask her why she was crying, but he didn't go back to sleep either, and took the uniform and put it on.

Gradually calming down, Masako stood up while supporting the edge of the bed. Before his buttons were buttoned properly, she stretched out her hand to help him button them up one by one.

His movements gradually slowed down, and finally he put his hands directly into his trouser pockets, watching her look serious as she helped him button his buttons.

After buttoning the buttons, she passed the tie around his collar and knotted it skillfully and standardly.

"Where's your dad?" he asked.

"Not here." She replied, "I won't be back."

"Have you ever been in love?" He asked again.

"No."

"What about the first kiss?"

"No more," she replied.

……

"Give it to you."

He laughed: "That's not called a first kiss, it's a deeper kiss."

Her face was slightly hot, she loosened his tie and walked towards the door: "Go to school."

But Duan Yousi took Masako's arm and leaned into his arms: "Do you want me to kiss you?"

"There's no breakfast prepared at home..." She talked about him from left to right.

"Reload it," he said.

"It's almost late!" She struggled to break away from him.

The small courtyard was simple and quiet. After Masako left the courtyard, she met some people she shouldn't have met.

"Sister!" Xiuxiu called her.

At that time, Duan Yousi was standing beside her looking down at the watch, while she was carefully locking the courtyard door.

The door lock clicked, and her heart skipped a beat.

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Xiuxiu's mother tugged at Xiuxiu's little hand, glanced suspiciously at Duan Yousi, but did not greet Masako.

Instead, Masako glanced at Xiuxiu, and responded unusually calmly: "Good morning." Then, she looked at Xiuxiu's mother, "Good morning, auntie."

"morning……"

Xiuxiu's mother reluctantly responded, and left here quickly and wittily.

Masako was about to say "Go" to Duan Yousi, but heard him say: "Go to have breakfast."

Masako was startled: "But time..."

"I haven't had breakfast yet." He said firmly, and walked past Masako without negotiating.

Breakfast shop.

There are a lot of people at this time of day, and Masako is sitting opposite Duan Yousi. He only ordered two cups of soy milk, and his mobile phone is on the table. From time to time, he will receive a text message, but he rarely reads it.

She didn't touch the soy milk, but just looked at the clock on the wall. It was 7:15, and the school stipulated that everyone should get school before then, and Duan Yousi was still so leisurely.

"Don't forget that I am in Class [-], Grade [-]." He said while flipping through the newspaper, "It doesn't matter if you don't go to school, as long as you are smarter, you can continue to be your top student."

"You've used me up, are you going to get rid of me now?" She looked at him.

His movements stopped, and he raised his head: "Grieved?"

She doesn't speak.

He put the newspaper aside, and after the two of them looked at each other for a while, he finally looked away, got up with his mobile phone in compromise, and said, "I'll take you to school."

"What about you?"

"I have something else to do."

Masako thought that An Qiyan was still in the living room of his house.

When I entered the classroom, I had already entered the end of the morning self-study.

There was no teacher in the classroom, so it was very quiet, but when Masako walked to the door, the girl beside Yi Xialing immediately pushed Yi Xialing's shoulder.

When Yi Xialing, who was fiddling with the mask, saw her, she immediately became excited: "Squad leader, Mo Yazi is late, remember your name!"

As a result, Yu Qi, who was seriously reading, also raised his head, and most of the students raised their heads, and the desks and chairs in the classroom rustled for a while.

Masako stood by the podium, looked at Yi Xialing, without any intention of retaliating.

"Masako, she's not feeling well..." Lu Jian'er tried to raise her voice, but someone quickly took the conversation away.

"Is my body more comfortable than hers?" Yi Xialing said.

"I'm really not nervous enough to wear a mask." Masako responded to her in front of the whole class.

"Mo Yazi, what do you mean?"

"Quiet!" Yu Qi finally spoke, he glanced at Masako lightly, and then said in a calm and unquestionable tone, "Mo Yazi is not feeling well, she asked me for leave."

"what……"

Yi Xialing laughed mockingly.

"Masako!" Suddenly, Yang Xin jumped out from the crowd of students, stood on the chair, covered his chest with one hand, and pointed at Masako with the other, vowing, "I will take good care of you!"

The whole class burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at? Seriously, hey! Hehe..."

Yang Xin laughed and shouted, his buddies carried him off the chair and dragged him to the back of the classroom to make a fuss.

She put her schoolbag on the chair and sat beside Lu Jian'er.

"Why are you late today? Are you really uncomfortable?" Jian'er asked her softly.

She shook her head without saying a word.

During the break, Masako went to the dance studio alone.

Lu Jian'er was taking a nap in the classroom at this time.The classmates around were noisy, she slept deeply because of the torture of the [-]-word review yesterday, she smacked her lips and moved her head, but she didn't notice anything.

The door opened, and in the spacious and bright dance room, there was the elegant and light fragrance of osmanthus outside the window, and the afternoon sun shone on the old wooden floor, which was neat and clean.

Masako walked to the mirror wall, slid her fingertips across the bright mirror, and the ceramic bear in her pocket jingled.

She took the little bear out of her pocket, put its rosy face on the corner of the window sill to bask in the sun, while stroking the little bear's exquisite ears with her fingertips, while looking at the osmanthus forest not far from the window sill, An Qiyan and Duan You Silent Cold War.

The sweet-scented osmanthus blossomed a lot, a large clump of off-white and off-white, Duan Yousi was leaning on the trunk of the oldest sweet-scented osmanthus tree.In front of him stood An Qiyan who was staring at the ground with his head down. An Qiyan put his hands behind his back. He didn't know how long they had been fighting coldly, but no one said a word anyway.

Masako looked at them quietly, the smiling face of the ceramic bear on the window sill was very innocent.

"Mo Yazi?" Suddenly, someone called her from behind.

She put the bear in her pocket calmly, turned around and saw that it was the boy she had met in the conference room before.

"Hello." She greeted politely and walked towards the door.

"The student council I told you about last time..."

"Sorry." Before he finished speaking, Masako interrupted him, "I don't have time to participate."

"But, Mo Yazi." The boy quickly followed behind her, "I, I still have..."

She quickened her pace.

But after she walked out of this quaint house, she was still chased by the boy. He stopped her and asked, "Mo Yazi, can I chase you?"

She was slightly taken aback, and resolutely refused: "No."

The boy's expression froze.

She turned around and tried to make a detour, but the boy quickly stopped her again.

"I...I want to have a chance..." He said it very sincerely, but what Masako saw now was not the boy's face, but Duan Yousi's.

On the other side of the osmanthus forest, Duan Yousi saw her.

He was still leaning against the tree trunk, An Qiyan was still standing in front of him, but his eyes were on the boy in front of her.At this time, An Qiyan started to raise his head to speak, and he absently turned his gaze back to An Qiyan.

Masako took two steps back, and the boy stepped forward without giving up: "Mo Yazi, I sent you a text message."

Duan Yousi took another look.

"Okay, I remember..." She lowered her head and kept a distance from the boy.

"Give me a chance." The boy said.

She looked up at Duan Yousi's direction at this moment, but at the next moment, Masako would rather she never looked up. Duan Yousi was indeed looking at her originally, but An Qiyan changed everything. She said something, cried while talking, and then threw herself into his arms when no one was ready. Her heart blunted for a moment, and then she watched An Qiyan stand on tiptoe and kiss him.

He obviously didn't expect that, his sight was completely blocked, An Qiyan pressed tightly into his arms, and kissed him deeply pleadingly.

Masako pushed away the unsuspecting boy and left.

(End of this chapter)