I Just Want to Freeload on Your Luck - Chapter 71

The timeline went back to November 5th, Fu Yangxi’s birthday. The two hadn’t confessed to each other yet, still in a flirtation-ship.

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Fu Yangxi had been sleeping during the day since a few days earlier, pretending to be casually putting his book up, but actually listening to the conversations between Zhao Mingxi and various people in the classroom with his ears perked up.

Trying to hear the words “birthday”, “Xi ge” and “gift” from them.

However, after following her for several days, he didn’t even hear a related associative word.

Zhao Mingxi goes to the classroom at 6:50 in the morning and goes to the library at 6:50 in the evening every day. She would either be concentrating on her studies or going to the forum to check the latest developments of Zhang Yufen’s incident. Then, she’ll go out to eat with He Yang. She was as happy as a carefree Little Mask.

Carefree enough to look like she completely forgot his birthday.

Fu Yangxi exuded a sense of depression all over his body. He began to share some songs such as “I’m Very Happy”, “No Birthday, So What?”, “Men Do Not Cry, They Bleed” in the group.

Ke Chengwen said in the group: “Xi ge, if you can’t say it, I’ll help you!”

Fu Yangxi shared the song “Say What”.

Ke Chengwen: “Just ask directly! What are you being coy about? ‘Are you coming to Xi ge’s birthday party’, ‘What gift are you going to give Xi ge’, ‘Do you remember that tomorrow is Xi ge’s birthday?’ Pick a sentence! I’ll ask Zhao Mingxi for you right now!”

Fu Yangxi shared the song “Shut Up, Don’t Ask”.

Ke Chengwen shared: “Why?”

Fu Yangxi shared: “Wouldn’t It Be Embarrassing To Speak Up?”

Ke Chengwen: “I Have Reminded Her”, “She Still Doesn’t Remember”.

Fu Yangxi: “Of Course The Birthdays Of Unimportant People Are Not Worth Remembering”.

Fu Yangxi continued to share a song: “I Am The Unimportant Person”.

Jiang Xiuqiu: “…”

Mingxi had saved up some gifts for Fu Yangxi, but what kind of gifts were they? Sports socks, milk. Although she chose the production date of November 5 out of the ordinary, it looked very shabby, not sincere at all.

However, Mingxi has never given a boy a gift before, and she didn’t know what to give.

Shoes? Fu Yangxi already has a lot of branded shoes. Sign up for a driver’s license? Fu Yangxi has already obtained a driver’s license – he might not even be interested in a car as a gift because they have planes, so why would he still care about a car?

Mingxi felt very distressed, and because of this, she kept the word “gift” tightly covered in her mouth these days.

There was nothing unique in the gift she wanted to give, so she couldn’t also lose the sense of surprise.

Otherwise, a set of five-year simulated three-year college entrance examination questions?

No, I think Fu Yangxi will be furious.

Sending money-related gifts to Fu Yangxi feels like I am showing myself up in front of an expert.

Mingxi searched the Internet for the past few days, but couldn’t find any useful information. In the end, she thought about knitting a scarf. At least it had some form of sincerity.

So, she did it.

Mingxi bought knitting tools and video tutorials from the Internet, and officially started to do it herself.

She started from scratch, very laboriously.

It took three days and nights before she finally weaved something that she thought was presentable. It’s a little short, but it looked like a scarf in its infancy.

Mingxi kept the scarf in a flat box, put it into a big box together with other small gifts prepared beforehand, and was ready to hand it to Fu Yangxi on his birthday.

After preparing this gift, Mingxi felt a little conflicted.

If I give him a hand-woven scarf— won’t Fu Yangxi or others immediately notice that I like him???

No. It’s too obvious.

It is too obvious to give a small elastic band first, and then a knitted scarf!

If I am questioned, I’ll even have to think of an explanation.

Mingxi was so conflicted. She took that poorly woven scarf in and out. Finally, she put her foot down, closed her eyes, stuffed the scarf into the gift box, pulled the quilt up, and covered her head to sleep.

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In this way, both Mingxi and Fu Yangxi could be said to have their own intentions.

Fu Yangxi waited for Zhao Mingxi to take the initiative to remember his birthday.

Zhao Mingxi waited for Fu Yangxi to take the initiative to mention that it was his birthday, and then she would follow suit and bring out the hand-woven scarf.

Otherwise, if she took the initiative to bring up his birthday and take out a hand-woven scarf, doesn’t it seem too deliberate?

—What is the difference between this and sending love letters?

It’s almost like writing “I like you” on your face.

Finally, Friday, November 4th.

Mingxi didn’t hear Fu Yangxi mention half of the word “birthday” until it was almost time to leave school.

The school bell rang for a full minute.

People in the classroom left one after another. Because of his special status, not many people in the class knew about Fu Yangxi’s birthday, otherwise a lot of followers would probably come to make fun of them again.

Ke Chengwen also packed his schoolbag and left, saying, “See you tomorrow.”

Fu Yangxi responded, leaning lazily against the wall. Wearing his noise-canceling headphones, he pretended to be casually flipping through comic books, but he was actually focusing on Zhao Mingxi.

Mingxi continued to work on the questions seriously, biting the tip of the pen from time to time. But in fact, her entire peripheral vision was on Fu Yangxi.

She felt that Fu Yangxi was about to speak.

With his family background, he should be able to hold a birthday party. I may not be able to attend that occasion, but I should be able to celebrate it with Ke Chengwen and the others after the birthday party is over?

But who would have thought that Fu Yangxi turned the pages of the comic book more and more sadly. There was a lot of noise, but he just kept silent.

The two had such a delicate atmosphere between them. They looked at each other silently for a full 15 minutes.

Fu Yangxi was already certain that Zhao Mingxi didn’t remember his birthday again, so he couldn’t say, “Hey, tomorrow is my birthday. I’ll blow up if you don’t come, Little Mask” in a shameless way.

He was anxious and disappointed, but it didn’t show on his face.

After waiting for a while, before Zhao Mingxi could speak, he lowered his eyes, closed the comic book, stood up in embarrassment, and picked up his school bag.

Seeing that Fu Yangxi was about to leave, Mingxi couldn’t sit still anymore. When he was about to pass by her, she pulled his sleeve and raised her head, “Are you leaving now? Isn’t it your birthday tomorrow? How will you be spending it with your family??”

Fu Yangxi turned around abruptly.

Mingxi: ?

Fu Yangxi lowered his head and stared at her, “You remembered. So didn’t say it earlier?”

“I remember,” Mingxi said. “Of course I remember, how could I not remember? I’ve been thinking about what to give you.”

Fu Yangxi’s heart had already fallen to the lowest abyss and he was about to cry, but because of her words, he immediately revived, and his whole mood turned like a roller coaster.

He took a breath and collected himself.

Mingxi asked, “What is it?”

Fu Yangxi still had some resentment on his face, but after several cloudy and rainy days, his mood finally cleared up a little. He glanced at Zhao Mingxi. “There’s no need to give anything, after all—”

Mingxi interjected, “It’s the thought that counts?”

Fu Yangxi continued, “After all, no matter what you give, I don’t need it.”

Mingxi: “…”

I knew it. As expected of you.

Such a gag made Fu Yangxi feel better immediately. Sometimes, human psychology is very interesting, it’s obviously just a trivial matter – if she didn’t remember, he could just take her to his birthday.

For other people, Fu Yangxi didn’t care at all whether they remembered or not.

But when it came to Zhao Mingxi, he became very concerned.

He hoped she remembered.

He hoped that she would take himself seriously.

He hoped that she would have him on her mind.

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Compared with Mingxi’s last birthday, Fu Yangxi’s birthday was a bit boring. The main reason was because Ke Chengwen and Jiang Xiuqiu were not here.

It was only at this time that Mingxi knew that the Fu family didn’t like birthday parties. No wonder the grandfather’s birthday party didn’t even appear on the news. No, this was also a good thing. If the Fu family was going to hold a birthday party, Mingxi may not be able to enter on that occasion. Even if she did because of Fu Yangxi, she would feel uncomfortable.

As for Ke Chengwen, Jiang Xiuqiu and others, Mingxi didn’t know why they didn’t come.

Mingxi sent them a message on WeChat, asking how they planned to celebrate Fu Yangxi’s birthday.

At the same time, the three of them in their group chat.

Fu Yangxi shared a song: “Whoever says that he is free, see you at the cemetery tomorrow”

So Mingxi got these replies:

Jiang Xiuqiu: “Sorry, I have something to do at home, so I can’t leave for the time being.”

Ke Chengwen: “Little Mask, go ahead and spend it with Xi ge. I sprained my foot, I’m afraid it’s a little twisted, so I can’t go.”

“Why aren’t they free?” Mingxi turned her head to ask Fu Yang Xi.

Fu Yangxi carried their schoolbags and led Mingxi to the school gate. He leaned his head to take a look, and when he saw the words “Little Mask” on the dialog box between Ke Chengwen and Zhao Mingxi, his face darkened suddenly. He took out his mobile phone and sent Ke Chengwen: “.”

Ke Chengwen: “?”

Fu Yangxi: “.”

Practically at the next second.

Mingxi saw Ke Chengwen withdraw the previous sentence.

Another message was sent: “LM, go ahead and spend it with Xi ge. I sprained my foot, I’m afraid it’s a little twisted, so I can’t go.”

Mingxi: ???

Is Little Mask some sort of a famous celebrity? Why would he withdraw it and replace it with an abbreviation?

She really couldn’t understand these boys.

In Mingxi’s memory, the birthday she celebrated for Fu Yangxi was indeed dull.

She thought Fu Yangxi would have a birthday party. But she didn’t expect that nothing would happen. Even if there was no birthday party, she still thought that Ke Chengwen and the others would come up with suggestions with her, like last time for her birthday, they would get a whole room full of colorful balloons, plus fireworks and salutes, it would be very romantic—— But unexpectedly, it was completely different from what was expected.

Everyone didn’t come, and only she was brought home by Fu Yangxi.

Mingxi felt very guilty. If she had known that she was the only one celebrating Fu Yangxi’s birthday, she would have started preparations early.

In this way, even if there was only one person, a decent arrangement could be prepared.

However, she didn’t know that this year’s birthday was the first meaningful birthday for Fu Yangxi in his life after the age of thirteen.

How could it be dull?

He would never forget this.

The two finished their meal peacefully, and at twelve o’clock, they turned off all the lights and began to blow out the candles.

At this time, the whole world was pitch black, the two of them were sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, only the candlelight and Zhao Mingxi were reflected in Fu Yangxi’s dark eyes.

Zhao Mingxi’s eyes were bright, and her fair skin was a little red from eating dinner. The corners of her mouth were stained with some cream that Fu Yangxi had just smeared on, and she hadn’t licked it off. Through the dim candlelight, there was a soul-stirring beauty about her.

While breathing quietly, she caught Fu Yangxi’s heartbeat.

“What wish did you make?” Mingxi asked.

—I wish this Little Mask in front of me will fall in love with me.

—I wish it won’t take too long.

—But if I have to wait a long, long time, that’s okay.

—Then I’ll wait a little longer.

Fu Yangxi’s Adam’s apple twitched. Avoiding Mingxi’s gaze, he looked down at the candle. “It won’t come true if I say it out loud.”

“Come on, tell me. What kind of wish did you make?” It was the first time Mingxi saw Fu Yangxi being so serious, and her curiosity was immediately aroused.

She leaned over.

She looked at his dark eyelashes and his chiseled profile under the candlelight, and her heart was tickled subconsciously.

However, she forgot that she was very close to Fu Yangxi in the first place, they were almost sitting side by side. So, when she leaned over, the school uniform was unzipped, and the sweater was big. As she shook like this under the candlelight, her bulging chest and the light pink innerwear flashed in front of Fu Yangxi’s eyes.

“…”

Fu Yangxi choked for breath, and shot back as if in reflex.

He leaned back to the sofa.

Still unaware, Mingxi pursued Fu Yangxi for questioning.

Fu Yangxi blushed and said angrily, “Little Mask, sit down! Don’t burn the candle at the hem of your clothes.”

“Stingy.” Mingxi had no choice but to sit back in her original seat and glanced at him.

Fu Yangxi stretched his arms around Mingxi’s neck. He pulled back Mingxi’s clothes along with her loose neckline, and then distanced himself from Mingxi a little, saying, “It’s almost winter soon. You should either wear a scarf or a tighter sweater, this one is too baggy.”

After saying this, Fu Yangxi felt sad: She really didn’t treat him as a man! It didn’t matter to her at all that she was acting so casual in front of him.

“…”

It was only then that Mingxi realized what he was doing by pulling back her clothes all of a sudden.

Mingxi’s heart also skipped a beat: Why did he react like this? Is this a normal reaction for men? Don’t you have any sexual attraction to me?

Mingxi doubted life. Subconsciously, she lowered her head and looked at her chest. It wasn’t big, but it was developing normally.

The two paused for a while. Then, Mingxi took out the birthday present she had prepared.

“For you.”

“Why did you prepare a gift for me?” Fu Yangxi had a look on his face saying ‘I said don’t give me a gift’, but still he accepted it very honestly.

“Are you going to open it now?” Seeing Fu Yangxi’s action of taking it apart immediately, Mingxi felt a little nervous.

Fu Yangxi replied, “What else am I supposed to do? It has to happen sooner or later. Don’t be nervous, Little Mask, I won’t despise you.”

As soon as he finished, Fu Yangxi untied the ribbon on the box.

The first thing that caught his eye was something knitted in gray.

Mingxi looked at Fu Yangxi nervously and expectantly.

Fu Yangxi was excited. He stared at the knitted fabric for a while, but couldn’t determine what it was. After hesitating for a while, he asked, “Have you knitted a sock? Why is there only one?”

Mingxi: ……………..

“Get lost!” Mingxi was furious, and snatched the socks from his hand—wait, no, the scarf, and wrapped it around his neck fiercely when she stood up. She almost strangled Fu Yangxi to death.

Fu Yangxi fell towards the sofa and couldn’t help laughing. Mingxi was about to die of anger. In a panic, she tripped on his foot and threw herself on him, touching the young man’s strong chest muscles with both hands.

Fu Yangxi: “…”

Mingxi: “…”

The previous second they were still bickering, but at this second the picture suddenly stopped.

‘Badump’, ‘Badump’. They couldn’t tell whose heartbeat it was.

Under the candlelight, a tacit yet secretly unspeakable joy flowed in the air. It felt as if they were being crawled over by ants, a kind of itchy and happy feeling.

The ears of the two silently turned red.