Chapter 3: Tea Ceremony Master, Li Tianxing’s Boy

Jiajia, Li Tianxing’s sister.

Compared to her bad-tempered brother, she seemed to be an angel sent by God to the world, pure and kind.

The Li siblings and Wuhui are now classmates, and Wuhui only met Li Tianxing after he entered high school.

Compared with the bad fate with Li Tianxing, Wuhui’s fate with Jiajia is much deeper. They are not only in the same class, but also at the same table. The beginning of this fate is much earlier than the acquaintance with Li Tianxing.

It was an afternoon in the second semester of the third year of junior high school. The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder rumbled, as if the whole sky was shrouded in darkness.

Wuhui and Jiajia took shelter from the rain under the eaves of a convenience store next to the school.

Although they had never talked before, they were in the same grade and had some impression of each other.

That afternoon, Jiajia wore a pure white cotton skirt that went below the knee. She wore a pair of simple white canvas shoes with thick soles and held a collection of poems tightly in her hand.

Wuhui always had some pocket money in his pocket. He bought a folding umbrella without hesitation in the convenience store and prepared to leave.

Just as Wuhui turned around.

Jiajia looked up at him. Although she said nothing, her weak and helpless eyes and her pale face made Wuhui’s heart tremble, and he couldn’t help but think of helping her.

He mustered up the courage to walk towards her.

“Classmate, don’t you have an umbrella? Here.” Wuhui handed her the folding umbrella in his hand.

Jiajia raised her head, with a hint of gratitude in her eyes. “Is this ... okay? If you give it to me, you won’t have any.” She replied softly.

Wu Hui held the umbrella closer, “It’s okay, you use it first.”

“Thank you, I’ll give it back to you.” Jia Jia took the umbrella, but did not leave immediately, but walked to a big tree next to the convenience store and stood there quietly.

Then, Wu Hui witnessed the unique side of Jia Jia.

She held the umbrella, hugged her knees and squatted on the ground, staring at the ground intently. Wu Hui was very curious and couldn’t help but walk closer to see what she was doing.

Then, he saw a touching scene.

The girl held the umbrella lightly, her eyes fixed on the ground. On the wet ground, there was a slowly crawling bug.

“It’s raining so hard, it must be soaked. It’s so pitiful, I hold the umbrella over it, so it can get less rain.”

“What a kind girl”, at that moment, Wu Hui’s heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, as if he was tightly grasped by an invisible force.

“Hoo ... Hoo...” A gust of wind blew over, blowing the girl’s pure white skirt up.

“Ah!”

She cried out shyly, holding an umbrella with one hand, and holding a small schoolbag with the other hand, trying to press down her skirt in a panic. She glanced at Wuhui and saw that his face was slightly red as he looked at his skirt, and a smile flashed across his mouth.

When the wind stopped, she took her hand away from pressing down her skirt, but her movement was too big, and the schoolbag button in her hand hooked the skirt corner, and the pure white dress was lifted up by the schoolbag button.

“Ah~” the girl hurriedly put her hand down again, and the pink underwear under the pure white dress flashed before Wuhui’s eyes.

Wuhui’s heart was hit by a hammer, and his heartbeat seemed to stop. His mind was full of the pink that had just flashed by.

In a panic, the girl screamed, slipped and fell gently towards Wuhui.

Wuhui subconsciously reached out to support the girl, but the girl fell into his arms.

The warm and soft jade suddenly appeared in his arms, and his heart, which had just stopped beating due to the stimulation, began to beat wildly again due to another stimulation.

“Are you ... are you ... ok?” Wu Hui swallowed hard and asked the girl concernedly, while trying to help her up slowly.

“Ouch!” Who knew that as soon as he helped her up, the girl screamed in pain, and the hand holding the small schoolbag went around his neck as a reflex, and her face was pressed against his shoulder.

“I think I sprained my ankle, sorry, can you help me like this for a while?” The girl’s face was slightly red, and the breath of her words gently tickled Wu Hui’s ears, making his face red as blood.

“No ... it’s okay, of course!” Wu Hui supported this kind and weak girl with his chest.

He put his hands on both sides of his body helplessly, but his heart was dizzy with happiness, and he just wanted time to freeze at this moment.

“Thank you.” The girl’s voice was still so gentle, and the air flow around her ears made Wu Hui’s face even redder.

He was deeply moved!

Don’t get me wrong, this is not an absurd plot. In fact, for young boys in their prime, which type of girls can touch their hearts the most?

According to observation, such girls often have the following characteristics:

Fresh and refined appearance, kind and innocent heart, occasionally showing a hint of immaturity and weakness that is inadvertently revealed.

The key is that they sometimes show a little bit of “silliness”, which is exactly the finishing touch that can most stimulate the desire for protection and goodwill!

The grasp of this scale is the key to directly distinguishing ordinary tea artists from tea masters.

The right measure is the key. If there is less, there will be less unique flavor; if there is more, it is easy to be misunderstood as mentally retarded.

The goal is to create a subtle atmosphere: seemingly immature on the outside, occasionally showing a little clumsiness, but it can just inspire the tenderness of people around.

Such a girl will make people involuntarily have an urge to care for and protect her. People think she is both innocent and charming, and at the same time she can cleverly touch the desire for protection in men’s hearts.

According to psychological research, this type of girl can often touch the heartstrings of teenagers the most.

Since that day, Wu Hui’s sight was involuntarily attracted by a girl named Jia Jia.

They were in the same school and grade, and their classrooms happened to be located on the same floor of the same teaching building. Such a coincidence gave Wu Hui more opportunities to observe her.

Every lunch time, he found that Jia Jia always sat alone quietly in a corner of the cafeteria, in sharp contrast to those girls who were in groups of three or five and laughing happily.

Occasionally.

When the two classes had physical education classes together, she didn’t seem to be good at sports. She always stood quietly aside, keeping a certain distance from the lively group activities, as if looking for a quiet corner of her own.

In Wu Hui’s eyes, Jia Jia was like a lonely blooming flower, beautiful but with a bit of desolation.

That pretty face, with a slightly pale complexion, added a bit of weakness, which was in sharp contrast to the energetic and laughing girls around her.

Unlike other girls, she laughed loudly when she was happy and screamed and cheered when she was excited.

Jia Jia always covers her mouth and opens her red lips slightly, smiling slightly, and that smile seems to be able to gently brush through people’s hearts.

Her voice is always so soft, as if she is afraid of disturbing the tranquility around her.

Once, Wu Hui accidentally witnessed the dispute between Jia Jia and several girls.

That scene made him unforgettable:

Jia Jia’s eyes were wide open, and her eye sockets seemed to be filled with unshed tears. She looked weak, helpless and aggrieved, and kept repeating:

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I really didn’t expect it to be like this ... Anyway, I apologize to you.”

What confused Wu Hui was that the other girl seemed to be more angry because of Jia Jia’s apology, as if every apology was adding fuel to the fire, making the atmosphere of the dispute more tense.

Seeing this scene, even the cowardly Wu Hui ignited a fire in his heart.

He remembered his mother’s teachings and the oath he made in front of his father’s grave: to protect the women around him! To protect the women around him!

His blood boiled, he rushed forward, pushed away several girls surrounding Jiajia, then grabbed Jiajia’s hand tightly and pulled her away from the hostile scene quickly.

Amid the screams and scoldings from behind, Wuhui dragged Jiajia all the way out of the campus, and stopped only when they were far away from the hustle and bustle.

Outside the school gate, Jiajia gently let go of Wuhui’s hand with an uneasy expression on her face.

She looked up at Wuhui, with a light of gratitude and uneasiness in her eyes.

“That ... I...” Wuhui also seemed a little uneasy at the time.

“Actually, I remember you. Last time, you lent me an umbrella.”

“Ah? You still remember.” Wuhui’s tone was a little surprised.

“Of course I remember. It was raining so hard that day, and you lent me your umbrella without hesitation. How could I forget it?” Jia Jia seemed to blush because of this memory. She whispered: “I originally thought that I would return the umbrella to you later, but I never dared to...” The cowardly Wu Hui felt an inexplicable pride in his heart, “Don’t dare? Why? Am I so scary?” “No, it’s not like that.” Jia Jia hurriedly explained: “I just saw that you rarely talked to people at school, and I ... I didn’t dare to get close to you...” In this way, Wu Hui accompanied Jia Jia back home. On the way home, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Jia Jia was also a literature lover. For Wu Hui, who loves novels, this is like finding a soulmate! It’s just a little regretful that Jia Jia doesn’t like the kind of popular literature that Wu Hui is keen on. She seems to prefer works like “Norwegian Forest” written by Japanese writer Haruki Murakami. Wu Hui only knew about Shizuka Kudo and Akina Nakamori from Japan...