through the strait gates(过门/Guomen)//work by priest(CN)//BL

Chapter 3: Dou Xun (vol. scallions)

Xu Xilin dashed into the corridor, rushed onto the 2nd floor, kicked Class One's back door open, and ducked into it. He smoothly grabbed a random person's uniform jacket dangling on the back, and briefly shook the dust off it, changing it on without any hesitation. Then he rolled up his jacket and stuffed it into the bag, threw it under the table, messed up his hair with one hand and took off Tsai Jing's glasses with the other, stuffing Tsai Jing's glasses on bridge of his nose. A successful transformation.

"What, a human conjuring act?" Tsai Jing commented.

"Whatever," Xu Xilin replied, "Whose jacket is this?"

"I think it's Lao-Ye's."

"Lao-Ye" was the guy sitting in front of them's nickname. His surname was Lao––the same one as the Lao in *"Lao Tou Zi". His entire name was also a simplified matter: Lao Cheng. When Kang Xi's Dynasty first broadcasted on the Central 8th channel, dear classmate Lao Cheng was infatuated with it , and also gained a habit of calling himself "Ye". After a while, he went up two generations straight, and became the entire class's *"Lao-Ye".

"Lao-Ye" did not have quite the outstanding handsomeness. His face was sandwiched in between three layers of pimples on the inside and three more on the outside. He twisted back to look at them once he heard himself mentioned, and then he spread his "tumbling in red dust face"to wink at Xu Xilin, speaking in a pinched, high voice, "This is something given by the female king, and I won't let anyone else take it. Please take yours off and give it to me, *Er-Ye."

Xu Xillin's face was the shade of a vegetable's. "My dear *Qi-Guan, the 'youth and beauty cracking pimples' on your face is already enough to make into a fried dish, so can you not tarnish the holy name of the gorgeous youth?"

Lao Cheng's heart, as fragile as glass, was absolutely shattered by these peasants. Hurt, he clutched his chest, and walked over to the blackboard to heal.

After all the people not needed were gone, Xu Xilin finally lowered his voice and spoke to Tsai Jing, "I've solved that problem of yours. From now on, the people looking for their money back will only hunt your uncle down, and they won't bother you anymore. If you feel like it, maybe you can talk with that McDonald's again after school today. See if they'll give you another chance, and if they won't, let them give you the night shift, and I'll get a few guys to help you out regularly."

Tsai Jing's glasses were taken off by Xu Xilin, so his eyes couldn't really focus, which made him seem extra stunned. "Thanks."

He went silent for a moment, and felt like a mere "thanks" was too easy for something like this. "Xilin, if anything happens in the future..."

"Stop," Xu Xilin laughed, "Don't repay me with yourself, I'm still pure."

Tsai Jing laughed awkwardly, but his brows were still tightened up. "How much did you spend?" He asked timidly.

Xu Xilin did not just simply spend some money—he was close to being broke after this errand.

Though he had quite a lot of pocket money usually, he was generous when it came to paying for meals, and did not have even the slightest bit of sense when it came to saving money. And all his newly received lucky money were in a bank card. He could get it if he wanted to, but he didn't dare to—because that card was registered under his mom's identification card, and she had a savings alert on her phone. A sudden large withdrawal would definitely alert her, and the empress dowager would have him interrogated herself within five minutes.

But to Tsai Jing, Xu Xilin pressed his upper lip to the bottom one, and swallowed in every bit of the difficult situation he was in.

"Don't worry, I spent only three bucks buying my brother a popsicle."