CHAPTER 482: 225. RESTLESS VALENTINE’S DAY (4)

One, two, three... six girls, one boy.

The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of chocolate.

"Mr. Dubian, it looks like you’ll get a lot of chocolate this Valentine’s Day," Ichiki Aoi turned to Dubian Che and said.

"It seems so," Dubian Che never bragged about what he had but wouldn’t deny it either, "but I only accept obligation chocolates."

"After all, you have a girlfriend now. By the way, I’ll give you an obligation chocolate too!"

"Thank you."

"Don’t mention it. After all, for boys, the amount of chocolate they receive is quite important, right?"

"Why?" Dubian Che asked curiously.

"Humph," Yuzao Haomei, who was annoyed with Dubian Che, spoke up, "Boys, that boring creature, just like to show off how many girlfriends they’ve dated, how much chocolate they’ve received, right?"

"There are indeed such people," Dubian Che agreed.

But in this respect, both men and women are the same; jerks aren’t limited to one gender.

However, bragging about the amount of chocolate received probably doesn’t make one a jerk.

"So, the more chocolate you receive, the more popular you are," Ichiki Aoi said, shaking her right index finger.

Although he didn’t say anything, Dubian Che could feel the disdain from the two young ladies.

Some things don’t need to be proven.

The only ones whose popularity could surpass theirs were themselves, which was also why Kiyono Lin didn’t boast about her beauty in front of others.

Dubian Che turned to Kiyono Lin and said, "Kiyono, I just remembered something."

"What is it?"

"It happened last May," Dubian Che said with a smile, glancing at Jiutiao Meijie, "the day after you took me to Shuntendo Hospital."

Jiutiao Meijie remembered that time.

Back then, she treated Dubian Che like some rare toy, thinking she would discard him when bored, so how had she ended up being the one discarded, three months shy of a year later?

Although Dubian Che would still lick her feet, it was only in bed.

In bed, the one being licked was in a position of weakness.

As Jiutiao Meijie was pondering whether to let Dubian Che lick her under the bed tonight, she listened to him continue:

"I went to the restroom and happened to run into Kiyono, who I had a terrible relationship with at the time..."

"It wasn’t terrible. In May last year, I simply didn’t care about you; you didn’t evoke any feelings in me," Kiyono Lin corrected.

"Right, you only had a terrible relationship with Meiji."

Kiyono Lin glared at Dubian Che, "I know what you’re going to say, and there’s absolutely no need to bring it up. It’s boring."

"Continue," Jiutiao Meijie commanded.

"Meijie asked me to," Dubian Che indicated he was innocent.

"You want to say it, don’t you? Stop making excuses," Kiyono Lin didn’t know this fickle man?

"So what if I do? Kiyono, I remember each and every one of your sarcastic remarks about me. When I write my autobiography, I’m definitely going to include them all."

Dubian Che was always someone of delicate feelings.

"Oh?" Kiyono Lin didn’t get angry; instead, she started to laugh, "You remember every single thing I’ve said, huh?"

Jiutiao Meijie looked over.

"Meijie, don’t listen to her nonsense, I’m just holding grudges!" Dubian Che defended himself.

"Holding grudges, huh?" Jiutiao Meijie also laughed.

"No, Meijie, listen to me, what I mean is..."

"What do you mean?"

"The autobiography I’ll write will be about our love story!" Dubian Che always believed it was better to build a girl’s trust in him rather than explain, letting misunderstandings resolve themselves.

"Will I appear in it?" Ichiki Aoi asked.

"Of course, autobiographies aim for truth."

"When Mr. Dubian becomes famous, his autobiography will be passed down forever, and everyone will remember a girl named Ichiki Aoi!" Ichiki Aoi began fantasizing about the future.

"Truth? I’m looking forward to your autobiography," Jiutiao Meijie said to Dubian Che with a smile.

"... Miss Meijie, what do you mean, do you want it to be true or not?"

"Of course, it should be true. Write down exactly what you think in your heart, your opinion of everyone," Jiutiao Meijie instructed.

"I’m also looking forward to it," Kiyono Lin said with a smile.

... It felt more like an indictment than an autobiography.

Dubian Che decided, even if he wrote an autobiography in the future, he would stick to stating the objective facts and never write about his psychological activities.

In the span of a few sentences, they arrived on the third floor, seeing a long line at the entrance of the cinema.

"Meiji, I’ll go buy some Coke and popcorn."

"Mhm."

"I want a small one," Kiyono Lin made her request unceremoniously.

Jiutiao Meijie turned toward her, "Don’t you have legs?"

"Not only do I have them, but they’re also prettier than yours," Kiyono Lin replied calmly.

"Just with an A cup?"

"Jiutiao, highlighting strengths and shifting the topic is a sign of conceding defeat."

"The size of the bras in your wardrobe at my place is still from two years ago, even though the seasons have cycled twice, you’ve made no progress."

"Jiutiao Meijie..."

"Stop it!" Dubian Che’s face was filled with agony, "Kiyono, I’ll buy you anything. You’re only sixteen, there’s still plenty of time before giving up."

"Really?" Kiyono Lin smiled gently, her voice ringing with cruel clarity, "Then I want 1400 grams of your brain."

"I’m off to buy popcorn." Dubian Che turned and left.

The average human brain is around 1400 grams; even if he was extraordinarily clever, he would be barely over 2000 grams, how could he give her so much as 1400 grams.

"Senpai, Haomei, I’ll go help you buy them!" Ichiki Aoi followed after them.

Watching them leave, Yuzao Haomei walked over to Kiyono Lin, "Kiyono."

"Do you need something, Yuzao?" Kiyono Lin’s tone had returned to normal.