Little Terrified Bun

hocolate each wrapped individually in gold leaf.
“They’re really good.
My big brother packed them for me.”

The two boys that had been intent on talking down at each other both froze for a second.

The child’s skin was extremely fair, his eyes big and bright, and his features radiated an air of innocence – he looked better than their ‘class flower’, the little belle Ling Dang.

The fat boy subconsciously gulped down his own saliva.
He thought to himself, Wei Jing is so pretty, if he brought him out to show off to his friends everyone would envy him.
So he coyly unwrapped a chocolate and popped it into his mouth, and even said very politely, “Thank you.”

Xu Jiahui, unhappy that he was beaten by the fatty to it, gave him the side-eye.
He was so agitated his ears turned bright red, but kept a reserved and arrogant look on his face as he said, “Seeing as you’re begging me to eat some, I’ll try it – reluctantly.”

He was already an adult at his core, so of course Wei Jing wouldn’t get any inappropriate thoughts from his words.
He even grabbed another two chocolates and handed to him, saying, “Here, try some more.”

Xu Jiahui’s face blushed a bright red.
He stared at little Wei Jing, dumbstruck, and subconsciously blurted out the words deep at the bottom of his heart, “You look so pretty.”

Wei Jing: “……” Please use ‘handsome’ to describe me, thank you very much.

You really couldn’t blame Xu Jiahui for slipping up.
It was mainly because Wei Jing’s normal behavior at school could only be described with three words – the “unapproachable Kaolin Flower”.

They were all classmates with Wei Jing starting from the first grade.
When school began, a big fight broke out because of Wei Jing’s pretty face; everyone wanted to sit next to him.
Eventually, that seat was taken by Xu Jiahui.
At that time, he was still a shy and innocent young child!

All he thought about was how he could make friends with his seatmate, about how they could eat together, attend school together, go to the bathroom together…

Who would’ve thought that Wei Jing would barely talk to him!!!

And so after half a year, Xu Jiahui hadn’t exchanged more than a few sentences with Wei Jing.
If it was just this it would have been fine, but somehow in the second half of that year, Wei Jing began actively attending to his new seatmate – a cute girl.

Xu Jiahui brooded for a while, and finally… transformed.