Duan Ye rarely tells people to ‘get lost,’ so it’s evident that Zhou Ji’s words have annoyed him.
Zhou Ji also knows that his metaphor was not very appropriate.
However, he’s not accustomed to apologizing to people, so he can only sit down silently, feeling dejected, a halo of light hovers over his head. After a brief moment of silence, Zhou Ji is the first to wave the white flag of surrender. He realizes that he may be cool, but Duan Ye is even cooler. He may be arrogant, but Duan Ye is even more so. And it’s true that he was in the wrong in this situation. He shouldn’t have used Jiang Yumo as that metaphor, so it’s no wonder Duan Ye is so angry.
Zhou Ji coughs heavily, trying to get Duan Ye’s attention.
However, Duan Ye completely ignores him, still engrossed in looking at the seven-day weather forecast of the provincial capital on his phone.
“So, um,” Zhou Ji speaks up, “I was wrong. I’m just feeling really terrible,” as he says this, Zhou Ji’s tone becomes increasingly despondent, “I know that none of you take my pursuit of Ning Zhiyu seriously, including herself. You all think it’s just a momentary impulse, a fleeting interest. Alright, I admit, initially I might have had that thought, but I’m a human being, I’m not a heartless creature. I won’t say anything else, but in these eighteen years, this is the only time I’ve ever had such a ‘momentary impulse.’ Well, it seems your love is deep as the ocean, touching and heartfelt, while mine is worthless.
“To be honest, I really don’t know how long I will like her. It could be tomorrow, it could be next month when I don’t like her as much anymore. But,” Zhou Ji pauses and looks up, “just because of that, does it mean we should negate my liking today and everything before today?”
Duan Ye finally couldn’t listen any longer.
He doesn’t like listening to other people’s stories at all.
Especially when it comes to this kind of thing, his ears hurt from listening too much.
And what Zhou Ji says is all nonsense.
“If you really like her,” Duan Ye spoke up, looking at Zhou Ji, “if you really like her, you wouldn’t say such things.”
Zhou Ji : “Whose side are you on, after all?”
Zhou Ji also got annoyed and started to speak sarcastically, “Oh, I almost forgot, Ning Zhiyu is the good friend of someone, right? You’re taking their side.”
Duan Ye was also annoyed, “Then leave.”
Zhou Ji abruptly stood up and strode towards the door, but he couldn’t catch his breath. He turned back, “On what basis do you say that I don’t really like her? You’re not a true friend, today I was hurt by her, I came to talk to you, and you just kept criticizing me.”
His voice suddenly became much lower, “Duan Ye, I really considered you a friend.”
Duan Ye glanced at him, casually resting his hands on his knees, “Who said that?”
Zhou Ji paused for a moment and said, “What?”
“Who said that she likes Ye Wenxu?” Duan Ye asked impatiently. If it weren’t for the sentence ‘I really thought you were my friend,’ he wouldn’t bother with this nonsense.
Zhou Ji replied, “Someone else told me, someone who went to the same junior high school as her before.”
Duan Ye nodded, “So it wasn’t her who said it.”
“…” Zhou Ji sensed that something was wrong, “But another person who also went to the same junior high school as her said the same thing.”
“Have you asked her about it?”
When this was brought up, Zhou Ji couldn’t help but get angry, “I did ask her. I froze to death, and she actually said—’What does it have to do with you? Why do you care?'”
Duan Ye said, “So she didn’t actually say she likes Ye Wenxu.”
“Is that the point?” Zhou Ji was almost going crazy, “She actually said, ‘What does it have to do with me?'”
“Zhou Ji,” Duan Ye called his name and showed some impatience, “If you believe what other people say, you might as well date that ‘other person.’ Stop going crazy here.”
“Are you saying she doesn’t like Ye Wenxu?” Zhou Ji finally had a glimmer of hope.
“I don’t know, I’m not sure.”
Zhou Ji : “…”
Actually, Zhou Ji understands what Duan Ye means.
If he likes Ning Zhiyu, he should listen to what she says, even if others were her middle school classmates, they are not her. Only she knows best who she likes.
“So, you mean I shouldn’t listen to what others say,” Zhou Ji fidgeted in his seat, “but I asked her, and she said that. It’s hard for me not to doubt.”
“Doubt?” Perhaps Duan Ye was really bored, and he didn’t dare to message Jiang Yumo, so he instead turned to Zhou Ji, speaking more, “Who are you?”
Zhou Ji understood Duan Ye’s sarcasm.
Indeed, he didn’t have a position of doubt. He himself was still pursuing Ning Zhiyu.
“Not enough patience, not enough judgment,” Duan Ye lowered his gaze and looked at the cheerful smile on Jiang Yumo’s phone screen, “Are you saying you truly like her?”
Zhou Ji sighed.
He had originally wanted to retort, but then he remembered—Duan Ye had indeed been pursuing someone for several years.
It was said that it started in middle school and continued until their second year of high school before Jiang Yumo finally gave him a tiny bit of response.
On patience, no one can rival Duan Ye, indeed.
So after Duan Ye waited, it serves him right that he could obtain mutual affection.
Duan Ye said, “I acknowledge you.”
In other contexts, this statement would be provocative.
But now, Zhou Ji accepts it sincerely.
Duan Ye’s expression was indifferent, “Close the door when you leave.”
Zhou Ji : “?”
Although unwilling to admit it, the first lesson Zhou Ji learned from Duan Ye is to have enough patience with the person you like and not to learn about her from others.
Teacher Duan!!!
Yes! Boy, learn from the master!