Elf: Rewriting the script, starting with Black Stocking Hanako

The first reaction of someone who loves beauty is to turn around and run away.

Her feet had already moved; her toes had turned in a different direction, and she was preparing to slip away quietly.

"Here you are."

Jiang Chuan's voice suddenly rang out, deep and languid, with a unique sense of relaxation that comes from soaking in a hot spring.

The pursuit of beauty has stalled.

"Hurry up and finish this for me so we can go to bed early."

Jiang Chuan's voice came through the steam, his tone casual.

"I'll be in perfect form tomorrow and bring you the championship."

As he spoke, he reached one hand out of the water and rested it on the edge of the pool.

Then, he reached out with his other hand and grabbed the towel around his waist.

With a "whoosh".

The bath towel was pulled away.

The beauty-obsessed pupils dilated instantly.

Through the misty steam, she saw Jiang Chuan's body.

Broad shoulders, a strong chest, well-defined abs, and... and that...

Ai Mei's mind went blank, and she subconsciously swallowed.

Her face instantly flushed, the heat spreading from her neck to her ears and then to the top of her head.

She knew she should turn around and leave now.

Immediately. Right away.

But her feet wouldn't obey her commands.

His legs felt like they were nailed to the ground, and he couldn't take a single step.

Her gaze was fixed on Jiang Chuan, unable to look away.

Even with the towel covering his face, you could still see the sharp angles of his features, the prominent nose, and the clean lines of his jaw.

Those muscles weren't exaggerated, blocky muscles, but rather lean and firm lines, each one perfectly sculpted, as if carved with a knife.

And that's what she was most curious about before...

Ai Mei's heart was pounding as if it were about to explode; her chest was thumping and her eardrums were vibrating.

She had never seen a man's body before.

No, to be precise, she had never seen a man in person...

Her breathing became rapid, her chest heaving violently, and the towel wrapped around her body became loose.

"Hurry up!"

Jiang Chuan's voice rang out again, with a hint of urging.

"Didn't you say you were going to help me relieve my pent-up desire? Otherwise, my condition will plummet tomorrow."

Jiang Chuan's words pierced Ai Mei's chaotic mind, bringing her to a slightly more sober state.

discharge……

By the way, Xiaoxia mentioned before that athletes need to de-stress before major competitions, otherwise it will affect their performance.

I guess Xiaoxia and Jiangchuan made plans tonight... you know...

But Xiaoxia is so drunk right now, lying on the bed like a dead pig, she can't even stand up, let alone help Jiang Chuan.

Ai Mei's mind flashed with Xiaoxia's drunken face.

She definitely won't be coming over tonight.

What if Jiang Chuan is in a really bad state tomorrow if no one helps him tonight?

What if... what if we lose the game for this reason?

Ai Mei didn't want to see Jiang Chuan lose.

and……

Aimei bit her lip, a voice whispering in her heart.

Moreover, your feelings for Jiang Chuan have long since transcended those of ordinary friends.

From the moment he defeated his father in the ring.

From the moment he spoke those tender words to me.

From the moment he protected Xiaoxia, yet also felt a strange flutter in his own heart.

Ai Mei's feet twisted on the floor, her toes curling up in tension.

Two voices were fighting in her head.

One voice was rational: What are you doing? Run! ...

Another voice said: But Jiang Chuan needs someone to help him... and... and you clearly already...

What?

Aimei closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, the hesitation in them had lessened considerably.

She slowly took a step.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

He walked very lightly, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Her feet pattered softly on the wooden floor, creating a dreamlike, unreal sound amidst the steam and heat.

When she reached Jiang Chuan's side, she squatted down.

The hot spring pool was surrounded by smooth stone slabs. She knelt on the slabs, and the cold touch made her shiver.

But what made her heart race even faster was Jiang Chuan, who was right in front of her.

Up close, Jiang Chuan looks even more imposing.

Ai Mei's hands were trembling as she slowly reached out.

………………

After a short while, Jiang Chuan felt that he was in a good state.

He reached out from the water and grabbed Ai Mei's wrist.

With a "splash," water splashed everywhere.

Before Aimei could react, she was pulled down by a strong force.

"what!"

She screamed, lost her balance, and plunged into the hot spring pool.

The warm water instantly reached her chest, splashing water all over their faces.

Then, she pressed her whole body against Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan was also taken aback by this sudden turn of events.

He reached out and removed the towel covering his eyes, squinting at the person in front of him.

The moisture dissipated somewhat, and visibility improved.

A delicate yet aloof face appeared before me.

"Loves beauty? What are you doing here?"

His voice was clearly surprised, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Ai Mei's face turned so red it felt like it was about to explode.

Her lips trembled, and her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum.

"I...I came to take a bath...and then...I saw you..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and the last few words were almost squeezed out between her teeth.

"I thought you weren't here... so I wanted to quickly soak for a while... and then..."

She couldn't continue.

That's so embarrassing.

She bit her lip, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Jiang Chuan looked at her, and the surprise in his eyes slowly turned into something else.

His love for beauty was simply embodied in him.

She did not run away.

Jiang Chuan looked into her eyes, and in those eyes, there was shame, nervousness, panic, and a hint of... passion.

And Aimei could have easily turned around and left.

But she didn't; she took action.

Having roughly guessed her vanity, Jiang Chuan gently inquired and began his strategy.

"Then why didn't you say anything just now?"

"And he even helped me..."

Ai Mei's body trembled slightly.

She lowered her head, not daring to look Jiang Chuan in the eye.

After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice so soft it sounded like she was talking to herself.

"Because...because I don't want to see you in a bad state..."

She took a deep breath, as if to encourage herself.

"Losing tomorrow's game."

Jiang Chuan didn't speak, he just looked at her.

Aimei felt his gaze, and her face grew even hotter.

silence.

Silence again.

Steam rose gently from the hot spring pool, the flame in the stone lantern flickered softly, and the shadows of two people swayed back and forth on the bamboo wall.

Aimei gritted her teeth and finally spoke.

"And also..."

Her voice became even softer, almost inaudible.

I think you're great.

"You're very good to me."

Another brief silence followed.

Then her voice rang out again, with a resolute air of "what's the use of trying?"

"I...don't dislike you..."

Ai Mei didn't say she liked it, but used a euphemism of not disliking it.

Jiang Chuan's breathing became heavier.

He didn't say anything unnecessary.

He simply reached out and gently lifted Aimei's chin, turning her face towards him.

Their eyes met in the dim light.

In Ai Mei's eyes, there was shame, nervousness, and a hint of fear, but more than anything, there was a resigned softness.

"That……"

"Aimei, can you continue to help me get in shape?"

Ai Mei's body shuddered violently, as if she had been electrocuted.

continue………

Jiang Chuan wanted to continue with himself...

Her mind went completely blank with a "boom".

silence.

A long silence.

The steam from the hot spring pool condensed into fine droplets on her bare skin.

Finally, after a long silence, Aimei moved.

"Then tomorrow..."

"You absolutely have to be at your best!"

Jiang Chuan looked at her, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

He reached out and gently stroked her hair, his fingers running through her wet strands, his fingertips lightly tracing her scalp.

"Of course."

His voice wasn't loud, but he enunciated each word very clearly.

"With your help, I'm sure I'll win the championship tomorrow."

Aimei lowered her head, brought her lips close to Jiang Chuan's ear, and breathed on his earlobe, carrying a warm scent.

"Okay~"

The word "good" is drawn out, with a slight upward inflection at the end, as if it's being coquettish or making a promise.

"Then... let's start adjusting!"