Sister, can I be a maid too?

Clearly, they were very dissatisfied with the answer.

No, why are you asking again? It's impolite to ask again.

Jiang Yubai had no choice but to cough lightly and speak in a serious tone:

"Wanwan, you should know... it's perfectly normal to like looking at legs."

"This is a pure aesthetic appreciation, a natural expression of physical and mental development."

"What I admire is that girl's youthful vitality, and it has nothing to do with whether she is Zhao Yun or Li Qiuyue."

After giving this righteous explanation, he looked at Lin Tingwan, only to see that the girl was looking at him earnestly, still holding onto the little notebook in her hand.

"......"

Okay, I like it.

Jiang Yubai sighed heavily.

There's really no other way.

Who chases after someone like that to kill them?

Having received the answer she wanted, Lin Tingwan finally put down the notebook.

Jiang Yubai looked at her with narrowed eyes, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could even relax for a few seconds, he saw the girl scribbling something with a ballpoint pen, then she held up her notebook again, looking at him with a serious expression:

What is a lap pillow?

Looking at those words, Jiang Yubai's expression was rather subtle.

—No, I mean Lin Jianxia, ​​you really don't hold back at all when it comes to your younger sister...

—It's one thing to talk about Li Qiuyue and Zhao Yun, but why are you even bringing this up?

This time, however, Jiang Yubai recovered from his daze very quickly:

"A lap pillow is when you rest your head on someone else's lap, like using their thigh as a pillow."

Well, that's nothing.

After all, for Lin Tingwan, a 'lap pillow' is probably just a normal action, just like a 'hug'. If he tries to hide it, it would seem suspicious.

Besides, he and Lin Jianxia were completely innocent; it was just a lap pillow incident, so what was there to hide?

Just as he expected, Lin Tingwan didn't show any other expression on her face when she heard this. She simply nodded slightly, indicating that she understood.

Lin Tingwan understood, but Jiang Yubai thought about it and still felt strange:

"No... why would your sister bring this up with you?"

Shouldn't the main topic of last night's girls' tea party have been "the differences between men and women"? How did it end up involving lap pillows?

Could it be that Lin Jianxia's advice to her younger sister was actually—

Kissing is absolutely out of the question, but hugs and lap pillows are actually fine?

Wow, you're really dedicated! You even used yourself as an example to teach your sister a lesson...

Just as Jiang Yubai's thoughts began to wander freely, Lin Tingwan's reply came quickly.

The reply is simple, but the tension is hard to maintain.

"My sister is talking in her sleep."

Jiang Yubai almost burst out laughing.

—No, Xia, this is too outrageous! You can even talk about this in your dreams?

—I knew it! You couldn't possibly give away something like a lap pillow, could you...?

After mentally mocking Lin Jianxia, ​​Jiang Yubai stroked his chin and asked with interest:

"That night, besides this, did you hear anything else?"

"Well, well, there's no need to say what can't be said."

There shouldn't be anything that can't be said, right?

To be honest, he was quite curious.

Despite Lin Jianxia having a rather unpleasant opinion of her that morning, she was unusually well-behaved all morning.

After behaving himself for a morning, Jiang Yubai thought he was going to get a big one, but in the end, instead of breathing on it, he generously gave him a lap pillow.

Although Lin Jianxia later explained that she saw he was tired and had nowhere to sleep, she took pity on him and gave him a pillow.

But Jiang Yubai would only believe that if he had his head caught in a door.

Hearing this question, Lin Tingwan thought for a moment, then lowered her head and slowly began to write in her notebook:

"It's ugly and tasteless."

It's ugly and tasteless?

What do you mean?

Jiang Yubai stared at the two words for a long time, then said uncertainly:

"Was that your sister talking in her sleep?"

Lin Tingwan nodded, then wrote another sentence at the bottom of her notebook:

"My sister said...it's not pretty, it has no taste, and so on, and there's also a lap pillow. I can't hear the rest."

Ugly...tasteless...lap pillow...

Jiang Yubai stroked his chin and began to ponder.

The "tasteless" comment was definitely directed at him, given Lin Jianxia's obvious disdain yesterday.

So, does "not good-looking" mean Zhao Yun and Li Qiuyue?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yubai suddenly had a flash of inspiration—

So, Xia Jianjian thought that the other person's legs were not good-looking, and then saw that he was staring at her endlessly, so she thought he had no taste?

But I couldn't say that outright, so after thinking for a long time, the solution I came up with was to give him a lap pillow myself and let him compare and experience it for himself.

Jiang Yubai was shocked.

They're all connected, all connected.

He was wondering why that little hedgehog, who's so prickly, would give him a lap pillow. It turns out they were really arguing about it.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yubai felt both amused and exasperated.

No, Xia, are you a primary school student? Do you need to prove yourself?

So you give someone a lap pillow because their legs aren't pretty? Lin Jianxia, ​​you rascal...

But those people have their bare legs showing, while your knee pillow is still through your winter school pants, so what does that prove?

It's quite soft to lie on, but if I really wanted to show it off, I'd have to...

cough cough cough.

Jiang Yubai quickly gathered his thoughts.

The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became. After a moment's thought, he took out his phone and opened QQ.

[Jiang Bi Niao Yu Bai]: Oh right, I forgot to tell you yesterday, the lap pillow is very soft and comfortable.

—Hmm, I didn't have a chance to praise her yesterday, so I'll add it today. I'm sure Xia will understand what I mean.

Lin Jianxia's reply came quickly and was very concise:

[Little Hedgehog]: ?

He didn't reply again, contentedly put away his phone, looked up at the distance, and said:

"Let's go, Wanwan. The tug-of-war is probably about to start. Let's go wait by the field first."

Lin Tingwan watched his actions with curiosity, but didn't ask any questions; she simply nodded.

The tug-of-war final was held on the small playground next to the basketball court.

A thick hemp rope lay quietly across the center of the field, with students who had arrived early already gathered on both sides.

Some people were helping to mark the lines and position the ropes, some were huddled together discussing tactics, and a few boys were squatting by the ropes testing their grip.

The four teams selected for this tug-of-war final are Class 1, Class 5, Class 8 and Class 9.

Class 1 vs. Class 5, Class 8 vs. Class 9, and then the winning and losing teams will compete in pairs to determine the remaining rankings.

As for Jiang Yubai's Class 3...

Because there weren't enough heavyweight contenders in the class, they were eliminated in the first round.

Jiang Yubai saw it yesterday too, and the scene was simply too horrible to bear.

Across from them, three or four burly men from Class 5, each weighing nearly 200 pounds, blew the whistle, and several people from Class 3 were dragged away like chicks.

Jiang Yubai stood with Lin Tingwan in a corner of the crowd.

Perhaps because there were more and more people, he could clearly feel the girl next to him tense up and look a little nervous.

After hesitating for a moment, he turned his head slightly and lowered his voice:

"If you're nervous, you can hold onto my clothes."

He paused, then added:

"Wrist-to-wrist is fine too."

The most important thing right now is to put Lin Tingwan at ease.

As for the rumors that might drift by... well, let them be.

The effect of those words was immediate.

Lin Tingwan, who was beside him, looked up at him and gently grasped his wrist. The tense atmosphere seemed to slowly dissipate.

Jiang Yubai watched as the girl beside him visibly relaxed, even curiously looking around, and couldn't help but feel a little amused and exasperated.

—No, am I some kind of safety rope? Like, you feel safe once you grab on...?