Chapter 14 Brothers Are Like Limbs, While Women Are Like Clothes

Zhou Jiahang saw that Ye Xiaoyang had cleared the first wave of jungle monsters and quickly said, “Hurry up and come top to gank for me. I can’t hold on anymore.”

Wang Changze said, “Tsk. Forced under the tower by the enemy’s Little Luban and can’t even leave. Embarrassing.”

An Yang, who had been silently playing support the whole time, chimed in, “Exactly, exactly.”

“This Luban on the other side knows how to play. Don’t look at his short legs—his methods are extremely dirty. I’ve been hit by his cannons several times already!” Zhou Jiahang cried for help.

Ye Xiaoyang had already crossed the river and was heading toward the top lane when Luo Yi let out a soft “Ah!”

“What’s wrong?” Ye Xiaoyang asked.

“There was just an exclamation mark on my side. Is the enemy assassin around here?” The enemy jungler was Lanling King. When he appeared nearby while invisible, there would be an exclamation mark warning.

“I’ll go take a look.” Ye Xiaoyang immediately changed route and rushed toward the mid lane.

“Holy shit, you’re not going to help me? I can’t hold the top tower. This Luban is too savage.” Zhou Jiahang shrieked.

Unfortunately, his brother abandoned him—as resolutely as he himself had abandoned Ye Xiaoyang that night in the little woods.

The enemy Zhen Ji, relying on her laning advantage, frantically pushed the wave. Luo Yi kept shrinking under the tower, not daring to go out.

Seeing Ye Xiaoyang arrive, her courage grew a little. She tentatively walked toward the middle of the river. The two of them formed a pincer attack.

After being sandwiched, Zhen Ji flashed away with residual health. This small mid-lane advantage finally made up for the siege minion Luo Yi had lost earlier.

However, the game suddenly flashed the “First Blood” notification sound.

Zhou Jiahang was recalling under the tower when Lanling King, who had been hiding in the grass, took First Blood.

“Shit shit shit, this bastard is so sneaky!” Zhou Jiahang said to Ye Xiaoyang in a rage. “It’s all your fault for going mid to pick up girls and ignoring me!”

Perhaps the phrase “pick up girls” was too piercing. Luo Yi’s face instantly flushed with a layer of scarlet.

She secretly glanced at Ye Xiaoyang. One of his arms was lazily resting on the car window, his brows and eyes lowered as he looked at his phone. He seemed to have no particular reaction.

In short, this game was naturally doomed. The top lane was completely cleared by the enemy’s Little Luban in ten minutes.

Ye Xiaoyang’s behavior throughout the entire game was very confusing. Choosing Zhou Yu to jungle was one thing, but he kept refusing to do what a jungler should do. No one knew what was going on in his head.

Zhou Jiahang got killed again. Looking at the more than forty seconds of death time, he couldn’t help feeling depressed.

He looked up and saw his own jungler and his own mid laner happily strolling through the jungle as if touring a garden, showing not the slightest bit of the mourning that should have been due for his death.

“Xiao Qiao, come take the blue.”

“Don’t you want it?”

“I’ll go take the enemy’s.”

“Have you finished your mask yet?”

“Not yet. Not enough gold.”

“Come over and eat this monster.”

Zhou Jiahang realized Ye Xiaoyang was very abnormal.

When he used to play jungler, whoever touched his blue would make him angry, and whoever dared touch his jungle camps could make him AFK until the crystal exploded.

This time he not only gave away the blue but also the jungle camps. Holy longevity!

Besides, this time he had even chosen Zhou Yu. What was a mage doing without blue?

Wait—Zhou Yu?

Zhou Jiahang suddenly recalled that this famous Eastern Wu general from two thousand years ago, who had been part of the same family as himself, seemed to have a delicate wife at home named Xiao Qiao?

Things like “If the east wind does not favor Zhou Lang” and “raising a crown in fury for a beauty” had long been passed down as romantic tales.

Looking again at Ye Xiaoyang’s eyes, there was actually a faint, almost imperceptible doting.

Thinking of how he had bought milk tea for Luo Yi during class a few days ago, as well as a series of psychedelic operations, Zhou Jiahang’s elm-wood brain finally comprehended a little something.

Holy fuck! So it turned out he himself had been taken for a walk like a dog by Ye Xiaoyang!

No wonder he suddenly felt the urge to carry a girl in a game, and even had a brain spasm and chose Zhou Yu!

He had really been called out with one sentence! So it really was to pick up girls. No wonder when he was called out just now he didn’t even make a sound.

There was a saying: brothers are like hands and feet, women are like clothes.

When it came to Ye Xiaoyang, that didn’t exist.

This was clearly brothers like the hands and feet of a centipede, women like winter clothes.

This game was almost over, and Zhou Jiahang felt that his friendship with Ye Xiaoyang was also almost reaching its end.

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“Ye Xiaoyang.” Zhou Jiahang quietly called his name.

Ye Xiaoyang didn’t even spare him a glance. “What’s wrong with you again?”

Zhou Jiahang looked up at the sky and sighed long. “You’re so flirtatious!”

At ten o’clock, the bus finally reached the last stop. Everyone took their things and got off one after another.

Liusha Bay was a peninsula park. The entire peninsula was a small mountain about three to four hundred meters above sea level. Large stretches of flame trees were planted on the mountain, and quite a few yellow-billed egrets appeared there. Bird photography enthusiasts often gathered in groups with long lenses and short cannons, waiting in ambush.

It was May now. The flame trees had not yet bloomed. During the flowering period every June and July, it was as if thousands of red phoenixes were perched on the trees—extraordinarily magnificent. From afar, the entire tree looked as if it were undergoing a nirvana of fire.

The group arrived at the open-air barbecue area. This barbecue area was on a spacious gentle slope at the foot of the mountain. Each barbecue stove was built with red bricks, and one stove could seat ten people. The park only provided charcoal and water. Ingredients had to be brought by oneself.

Because they had to prepare ingredients for nearly thirty people, even if Sun Yiman had turned into an eight-armed octopus last night she still wouldn’t have finished in time. So the girls very conscientiously helped skewer the meat by the stoves, while the boys were responsible for starting the fire and grilling.

Luo Yi rolled the washed enoki mushrooms in bean curd skin, then skewered them one by one with bamboo sticks.

Everyone busied themselves with the work in their hands while chatting about this and that. The atmosphere was very lively.

“Wang Changze, who told you to fan in this direction? You’re choking me to death.”

“It wasn’t me fanning. It was the wind!”

“Where’s the wind? I think you’re doing it on purpose!”

“Who can check if this chicken wing is cooked yet?”

“Let me taste… pah, the inside is still raw!”

“The eggplant is ready—”

“Don’t add chili. Some people don’t eat spicy. If you want it, add it yourself.”

“Are we just roasting this corn whole? It’s so big, I’ll have to roast it until the Year of the Monkey!”

“Otherwise you dig out the kernels one by one and skewer them? Easy for you to say while standing!”

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A chorus of laughter and chatter.

The heat from the barbecue stoves combined with the sun hanging high overhead created a warm, cozy feeling.

Halfway through the work, everyone officially started eating. The remaining skewers were left to be grilled while eating.

Tang Kunyu brought over the drinks and asked everyone one by one what they wanted—Coke, Sprite, herbal tea, beer, mineral water, fruit juice. There were quite a few varieties.

When it came to Luo Yi’s turn, she said, “I’ll have coconut milk.”

“There’s no coconut milk.” Tang Kunyu said.

Luo Yi froze for a moment. She remembered Ye Xiaoyang saying last night that he had gotten one for her.

“Here.” Ye Xiaoyang heard this, reached into his backpack, and pulled out a can of coconut milk.

“Ah, there’s actually coconut milk?” Sun Yiman exclaimed. “I want coconut milk too.”

Ye Xiaoyang slowly zipped up his backpack and said, “None left. Only one can. First come, first served.”

Sun Yiman asked, “Why didn’t you buy a few more cans?”

If he simply hadn’t bought any, that could be forgetfulness. But he clearly knew someone liked coconut milk and still only bought one can, saying “first come, first served”—then why hide it in his bag?

“Can’t you see it?” Zhou Jiahang muttered resentfully on the side. “Exclusive supply—ah, you kicked me?”

“Can’t all these lamb skewers block your mouth?” Ye Xiaoyang said coldly.

Luo Yi silently took the can of coconut milk that had been warmed a little by being held. She felt a bit guilty inside, as if only she was receiving special treatment.

She had thought Ye Xiaoyang had asked everyone one by one last night what they wanted to drink, but looking at it now, it seemed he hadn’t asked anyone else.

Sun Yiman’s gaze drifted back and forth between Ye Xiaoyang and Luo Yi a couple of times.

Ye Xiaoyang was still calmly eating skewers, but Luo Yi was clearly a bit shy.

Eh, it seemed she could smell a tiny bit of something illicit?

Sun Yiman carried a can of beer and sat down beside Luo Yi, saying loudly, “Just eating is so boring. Let’s play a game.”

“What game?” several girls asked curiously.

Luo Yi put down the grilled rice cake in her hand. She heard Sun Yiman say, “Truth or dare. I brought cards. Whoever draws the joker chooses one. If you don’t want to answer, drink beer and change the question until you can answer.”

Everyone got excited and agreed one after another.

Luo Yi had no interest in prying into other people’s privacy, and she had no privacy for people to pry into, so her interest in this game was sparse.

But in order to fit in, she still drew a card from Sun Yiman’s hand.

She flipped the card—Nine of Hearts. Good, not the big joker.

However, An Yang at the other table was unlucky enough to draw the big joker. He chose dare.

Everyone chattered and discussed for a while before finally coming up with a method.

A skewer of grilled fish tofu, both sides covered in chili powder, a bright red string of it, was handed to An Yang.

“Come on.” Everyone egged him on.

An Yang took it and forced himself to take a bite. The spicy flavor shot straight to the top of his head. His face turned red all the way to his neck.

He coughed several times in a row, choked out tears. Someone beside him handed over mineral water, and only then did he feel better.

The next round began. Luo Yi was unlucky and got hit.

Thinking of how badly An Yang had been tormented just now, how could she dare choose dare? She decisively picked truth.

Most of the classmates were very unfamiliar with her. They probably wouldn’t have the nerve to ask overly intimate questions, right?

Besides, she felt she didn’t have any material for others to dig into.

Sun Yiman cleared her throat and asked, “What is the most intimate action you’ve had with the opposite sex?”

The moment these words came out, everyone present smirked mischievously. Ye Xiaoyang put down his Coke, his gaze landing on her.

Luo Yi lowered her head and said softly, “I’ve been kissed.”

“Yo yo yo!” The scene became even livelier. Clearly this answer was unexpected.

Zhou Jiahang squinted at Ye Xiaoyang. His five fingers tightly pinched the Coke can, as if the can body would deform in the next second.

Definitely not him who kissed her, hahaha.

Zhou Jiahang took pleasure in the misfortune.

“Who? Who? Where did they kiss?” The girls’ gossip souls burned fiercely.

Ye Xiaoyang gave a cold snort and turned his head away. Who knew whether he was listening or not.

Luo Yi didn’t understand why they were so excited. She said blankly, “My dad. When I was little he often kissed my face.”

“Eww—” Everyone returned disappointed. Ye Xiaoyang, however, had a slight curve at the corners of his lips, his mood taking a sudden turn for the better.

“You broke the rules. Who told you to mention your dad?” Sun Yiman complained.

“You said the opposite sex.” Luo Yi had solid reasoning.

“Fine. The opposite sex excluding your dad. Answer again.” Sun Yiman corrected her own wording.

Luo Yi lost her footing. What should she say now?

She looked up and happened to collide with Ye Xiaoyang’s deep gaze. He was sitting leisurely by the barbecue stove looking at her.

“Uh…” Luo Yi hesitated for a good while before stammering, “H-held hands.”