Chapter 315 — You're Showing No Sincerity At All: "Hm?" Gao Xiaofu Blinked Slightly. "Writing Again?"

"That's right. Yesterday I already put the word out that I was going to write Gu Mengyao a blood letter to declare my love. But even though there was a bit of an accident, if I don't write it now, what will people think of me? Won't they mock me for being a coward?" Zhong Yongliang asked.

"This..." Gao Xiaofu set down his schoolbag, hesitating. "Brother Liang, let me speak frankly. A real man ought to be as good as his word. But I say whether people laugh at you or not, whatever they think — none of that has the slightest thing to do with you! What matters is what Gu Mengyao thinks. Gu Mengyao's attitude is the only thing that counts!"

"Right!" Zhong Yongliang slapped his thigh, and all at once the way opened before him. "Xiaofu, you've woken the dreamer with a single word! True enough — what others think is none of my damn business; what matters is Gu Mengyao's attitude! But how am I supposed to know what Gu Mengyao is thinking? Does she want me to write her a blood letter or not?"

"That..." Gao Xiaofu was not sure either. "How about... you ask her?"

"How am I supposed to ask her that? Xiaofu, how about this — you go ask Shen Yushu? She and Gu Mengyao are good friends, so asking her would do just as well!" Zhong Yongliang suggested.

"That works too! I'll ask, then!" Gao Xiaofu nodded, took out his phone, and sent Shen Yushu a text message.

Now that there were modern communication tools like cell phones, there was no longer any need to run over and ask in person.

"Miss Shen Yushu, may I ask how Miss Gu Mengyao feels about Brother Liang writing that blood letter yesterday?"

Gao Xiaofu's message was very polite; he too was afraid Gu Mengyao would pay him no heed. But the worry was needless — soon his phone received Shen Yushu's reply: "Sister Yaoyao says Little Liangzi's hand is only good for being a squirt gun. The blood letter can be forgotten!"

Gao Xiaofu wanted to laugh but did not dare, and handed the phone to Zhong Yongliang.

After reading the message, Zhong Yongliang was a little puzzled. "Xiaofu, what do you think she means by that?"

"Brother Liang, forgive me for speaking bluntly, but I get the feeling you've been thoroughly looked down on by Gu Mengyao!" Gao Xiaofu said cautiously.

"Looked down on?" Zhong Yongliang was startled. He read the message over carefully, and sure enough there was a note of contempt in it. He grew anxious at once. "Xiaofu, so what do I do? You're right — it does seem like Shen Yushu is mocking me for not being able to write a blood letter at all!"

"Then how about you write another blood letter, Brother Liang? To prove to them that you're not incapable — that yesterday was just an accident?" Gao Xiaofu suggested.

"That'll do, I suppose..." Zhong Yongliang nodded. There was no other way.

Gao Xiaofu hurriedly prepared a fresh sheet of white paper for Zhong Yongliang. But Zhong Yongliang, holding the carving knife, found he could not bring himself to do it — not because he feared the pain, but because yesterday's business had left him with a lingering dread!

What if he cut his finger open and the bleeding would not stop again? Zhong Yongliang hesitated...

"Brother Liang, what's wrong?" Noticing his hesitation, Gao Xiaofu asked quickly.

"I... Xiaofu, I don't quite dare to do it! What happened yesterday was too damn frightening!" The hand holding the carving knife trembled a little.

Besides, if he was going to cut today, he would have to use a different finger — there was no way he could cut into yesterday's wound again; that would hurt like death. So Zhong Yongliang really could not bring himself to do it.

"Brother Liang, a man has to be a little ruthless with himself! How about... I help you?" Gao Xiaofu asked.

"You help me?" Zhong Yongliang blinked, then said, "Fine! Xiaofu, you're a true friend. In that case, I won't stand on ceremony! Lunch is on me — a real feast!"

"Huh?" Gao Xiaofu was startled in turn, then could not help but smile bitterly. What he had meant was that he would take the knife and help Zhong Yongliang cut his finger open — but Zhong Yongliang had clearly misunderstood him, thinking that Gao Xiaofu would cut his own finger and write the blood letter in his place...

"What's the matter?" Zhong Yongliang handed him the carving knife. "Is there a problem?"

"No... no..." Gao Xiaofu had no choice but to take the knife. Gritting his teeth, he slit his own index finger, and blood came surging out at once — though there was none of the "hemorrhage" that had befallen Zhong Yongliang the day before.

"Good, Xiaofu, don't move — I'll hold your finger and write the blood letter!" So saying, Zhong Yongliang gripped Gao Xiaofu's finger and began to write on the white paper before him...

Little did he know, this scene had not gone unseen.

Not far away, Shen Yushu held up her phone, zoomed the camera's focus to its farthest reach, and could see the spot where Zhong Yongliang and Gao Xiaofu were quite clearly.

"Sister Yaoyao, this Zhong Yongliang is a poor specimen — using Gao Xiaofu's finger to write you a blood letter. That's hardly sincere, is it?" Shen Yushu said with a grin.

"What does it matter to me whose finger he uses?" Gu Mengyao paid Shen Yushu no attention and went on reading her book.

"Ah, how boring..." Shen Yushu put her phone away with some regret. "I was hoping to see Zhong Yongliang's hand turn into a squirt gun again."

"..." Gu Mengyao was speechless. What was there to see in that? Are you afraid Zhong Yongliang isn't dying fast enough?

Gu Mengyao frowned, did not so much as glance at Zhong Yongliang, and ignored him.

Shen Yushu, however, stood up grinning and snatched the blood letter from Zhong Yongliang's hand. "Let me check it over for you first — see if there's any problem."

"Sure, sure!" Hearing that Shen Yushu was willing to help, Zhong Yongliang was overjoyed. If he had Shen Yushu, Gu Mengyao's best friend, to advise him, then winning Gu Mengyao over would be only a matter of days, wouldn't it?

"Mmm..." Shen Yushu opened the blood letter and began to read. In truth she had no intention of reading it — when would she have time for such a worthless blood letter, devoid of any literary merit? It was just that she had thought of a better game to play.

"How is it?" Zhong Yongliang looked at Shen Yushu expectantly, waiting for her guidance.

"Hey, why isn't there a signature? Like this, who's to know who wrote it?" Shen Yushu's eyes darted about, and at last she found her opening.

"A signature?" Zhong Yongliang was slightly taken aback. "This is my blood letter — do I still need to sign it?"

"Of course you do — like this you look completely insincere!" Shen Yushu said with a perfectly serious face. "Your love letter doesn't even have a signature on it. It's not proper at all. No wonder you've been chasing her so long without catching Sister Yaoyao..."

At this, Shen Yushu even curled her lip, looking thoroughly disdainful.

Zhong Yongliang grew anxious at once. "Really? Then I'll go back and add it! I'll add it right now!"

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