At this moment, Song Yi was also in a state of complete bewilderment.
Her mind began racing.
Why would Hang Feng appear here? What was going on???
The shock of this incident was so great that Song Yi forgot about the turtle she had brought in and walked out in a daze.
Grandmother placed the last bowl of soup on the table, "Yi Yi, come sit down, dinner's about to start."
"Okay." Song Yi nodded and went to sit down.
Grandmother wiped her hands, her voice full of resignation, "My grandson just came back, did you see him? I don't know what's wrong with this child, he suddenly left again."
Song Yi swallowed, finding her answer.
Song Yi asked, "Is your grandson called Hang Feng?"
"Yes." Grandmother couldn't help but smile at the mention of her grandson, "Oh, do you know each other?"
Song Yi opened her mouth and said, "Yes, we're classmates in the same class."
Hearing this, Grandmother's face immediately lit up with joy.
Grandmother said, "What a coincidence! You're in the same class, that's wonderful!"
Song Yi nodded, "Yes, indeed."
Just then, the door opened, and Hang Feng walked back in from inside - this time he had returned.
In that brief time, after getting some cold air outside, Hang Feng had come to his senses.
First, the hypothesis that the turtle had turned into Song Yi was absolutely impossible - he must have been seeing things earlier, there was no turtle.
Because it wasn't scientifically possible.
Therefore, there was only one reason for Song Yi's appearance at his house today - she must be the guest Grandmother had invited.
Only after understanding this did Hang Feng dare to return home.
Grandmother said, "Xiao Feng! Wash your hands quickly, it's time to eat."
The three of them sat at the table.
Grandmother placed a large crab on both of their plates before saying, "Since you're classmates, that's even better! Xiao Feng, let me tell you, Yi Yi is a very good child. Earlier when some thugs tried to eat at Grandmother's stall without paying, she helped chase them away."
"It was nothing, Grandmother, please don't mention it." Song Yi then looked at Hang Feng, "No need to thank me, really, we're classmates after all, don't think anything of it."
Hang Feng: "..."
He suddenly understood Song Yi's hint.
The young man remained silent for two seconds, then said quietly, "Thank you."
Song Yi had initially felt it was quite awkward to encounter Hang Feng in such a place, but her personality was such that the more uncomfortable others became, the more comfortable she felt.
So when Hang Feng's head kept drooping lower and lower until it was almost in his bowl under her stare, Grandmother spoke again, "Yi Yi, our Xiao Feng doesn't usually talk much and is quite solitary. Please take care of him more at school."
Song Yi nodded, "Yes, we haven't really talked before, but Hang Feng is an excellent student. Although we haven't interacted much, I've wanted to be friends with him for a long time!"
Hearing Song Yi praise her grandson this way, Grandmother became even happier. Song Yi's smile seemed very sincere, and the atmosphere at the dinner table appeared harmonious—
Except for Hang Feng.
Because he couldn't understand how Song Yi could tell such lies so convincingly.
Never talked before? Whenever she falsely accused him of liking her, didn't she always ramble on endlessly with nonsense?
Wanted to be friends with him? Did she mean treating him like a beggar and giving him five yuan?
No interaction? If kissing could be considered no interaction, then what would count as having interaction?
Hang Feng lowered his head, gripping his chopsticks tighter.
After instructing Song Yi, Grandmother turned to Hang Feng, "And you, you must take care of Yi Yi at school, understand? She's a girl, and if she needs help with anything, you must help her, got it?"
Hang Feng twisted his lips, "She counts as a girl?"
Grandmother slammed her chopsticks against her bowl, "How dare you speak like that?"
Faced with Grandmother's scolding, Hang Feng chose to remain silent.
Finally, Grandmother patted Song Yi's hand, "Sweet child, if you need anything at school, just go find him. If he dares not to help you, come tell Grandmother, and I'll teach him a lesson!"
"Okay." Song Yi nodded obediently, giving a sweet smile, "Thank you, Grandmother."
The more Grandmother looked at Song Yi, the more pleased she became.
The young girl had helped her so many times, was kind and warm-hearted, and coincidentally was her grandson's classmate.
Elderly people tend to be very superstitious about fate, and she felt such coincidences proved that Song Yi was destined to be connected to her, or perhaps to her grandson.
After dinner was finished, Grandmother accompanied Song Yi to the front door, then turned to Hang Feng, "Xiao Feng, walk Yi Yi home, and take all those snacks with you for her."
Hang Feng always listened to Grandmother's words, and he knew that if he didn't escort Song Yi home at this late hour, Grandmother would nag him about it all night.
"I know."
The young man carried the dishes to the kitchen, washed his hands, and came out, grabbing the bag of snacks from the sofa.
He walked to the door and looked at Song Yi, "Let's go, I'll walk you home."
Song Yi refused, "No need, I can go by myself."
Hang Feng grabbed Song Yi's ponytail and pulled her along as he walked outside, saying impatiently, "This isn't up to you."
"Let go! It hurts! It hurts!" Song Yi was forced to follow behind Hang Feng, but she wouldn't submit easily. She immediately reached back and pinched a soft spot at his waist, trying to retaliate.
The sudden physical contact made Hang Feng instinctively tense his body.
Feeling the change in texture under her hand, Song Yi curiously felt forward a bit more, looking at Hang Feng in surprise, "Oh, you have abs!"
The young man's expression froze, the darkness of night concealing his suddenly reddening ears.
A moment later, Song Yi clicked her tongue twice and continued asking, "Don't tell me you specifically worked out to get abs because you knew I like guys with abs? Are you trying to seduce me? I admit it, man, I'm attracted to your little tricks."
Hang Feng: "...?"
His face, which had just turned red, instantly darkened again.
Seeing the door wasn't completely closed and knowing Grandmother was still inside, to prevent her from hearing things she shouldn't, Hang Feng could only grit out three words, "Let's go now."
Song Yi particularly enjoyed opposing him, saying, "Why? Could it be that I hit the nail on the head and you're too embarrassed to admit it?"
As she spoke, Song Yi's hand deliberately moved up a bit more, then forcefully patted Hang Feng's abs. She used about seventy to eighty percent of her strength and gave a three-word evaluation, "Not bad at all!"
Having just finished dinner, when Song Yi patted him like this, Hang Feng felt like something was about to churn in his stomach.
So Hang Feng lost his patience and shoved the bag of snacks directly into Song Yi's hands to prevent her from touching his body.
"Can't you carry it for me?" Song Yi asked strangely, but before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt the world spinning.
Song Yi was stunned because the next second, Hang Feng had thrown her over his shoulder with one arm.
Song Yi: "???"
What kind of move was this?
The system that had been offline for ages finally spoke up slowly.
[Host, if you didn't act up, this wouldn't happen]
Song Yi felt a bit scared now and said, "I won't touch anymore! Put me down quickly!"
"Too late." After saying this, Hang Feng carried her downstairs.
Hanging in the air gave no sense of security at all. Song Yi held the large bag of snacks with one hand while trying to grab Hang Feng's shirt with the other to maintain balance.
Song Yi's legs were kicking wildly in the air, constantly flailing about.
Hang Feng's other hand landed on the side of Song Yi's thigh, then gave it a hard slap, "Move again and I'll throw you down."
Song Yi: "Then throw me, if you keep carrying me like this, I think I'm going to throw up—urgh"
Hang Feng asked, "Did you consider my feelings when you were slapping my abs?"
Song Yi: "What do these two things have to do with each other?"
Hang Feng stopped responding to Song Yi and continued carrying her forward.
Song Yi couldn't figure out the connection between these two things no matter how hard she thought, though she didn't have the energy to think about it anymore.
Song Yi felt she had never been so vulnerable before, like a sack of rice being roughly carried by Hang Feng.
In other people's Mary Sue stories, shouldn't it at least be a princess carry or a piggyback ride?
Why did it turn into carrying her like a sack of rice in her case?
Song Yi had never, until this moment, missed being in a Mary Sue story so much.
Looking at Hang Feng's skills and strength, if he were to work in construction, he'd definitely be a good—
Ugh!
This couldn't go on, so Song Yi's right hand struggled to reach around Hang Feng's neck from the front and landed on his other shoulder.
Hang Feng frowned, suddenly feeling a hint of foreboding.
The girl on his shoulder was being unusually quiet, completely unlike her usual character.
Was she angry?
Thinking about this, Hang Feng suddenly felt somewhat irritated, so he stopped walking and tried to negotiate with Song Yi, "If you promise to be quiet, I'll put you down..."
Before Hang Feng could finish speaking, Song Yi used his shoulder as a pivot point and executed a graceful 180-degree turn in the air.
Song Yi's hands quickly switched positions to wrap around Hang Feng's neck from behind, and her legs tightly wrapped around his waist.
In the next second, Song Yi's hands moved to Hang Feng's shoulders, using this leverage to swing one leg up onto his shoulder.
The increased weight on his shoulder made Hang Feng instinctively bend forward, stumbling a step before barely maintaining his balance.
Hang Feng asked, "What are you trying to do?"
But Song Yi didn't answer him. Instead, she took advantage of this opportunity to successfully swing her other leg onto Hang Feng's other shoulder, settling herself comfortably on top.
Not only that, but Song Yi went even further.
She grabbed Hang Feng's hair and commanded with mock seriousness, "Forward! Giddyup!"
Hang Feng: "...Get down."
Song Yi giggled and threw his earlier words back at him, "Too late."
At that moment, a middle-aged man walking by with his five-year-old son's hand in his.
The little boy looked at Song Yi and Hang Feng in confusion, then excitedly tugged his father's hand, shouting, "Dad! That sister can ride a horse! I want to ride a horse too!"
The middle-aged man helplessly crouched down, letting his son climb onto his shoulders.
As the father and son passed by them, the man shook his head and remarked, "Young people these days sure know how to have fun!"
Hang Feng: "..."
