Chapter 315 — That's Hardly Sincere of You
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"Exactly. Yesterday I already put the word out that I was going to write Gu Mengyao a blood letter to declare my love. Sure, there was a little mishap, but if I don't write it now, what will people think of me? Won't they mock me as a coward?" Zhong Yongliang asked.
"Well..." Gao Xiaofu set down his schoolbag, somewhat hesitant. "Liang, to be honest, a real man ought to stand by his word. As I see it, whether people mock you or what they think of you has nothing to do with you at all! The key is what Gu Mengyao thinks. Her attitude is what really matters!"
"Right!" Zhong Yongliang slapped his thigh, suddenly enlightened. "Xiaofu, you've just woken me from a dream! Indeed, what do I care what anyone else thinks? The key is Gu Mengyao's attitude! But how am I supposed to know what she's thinking? Does she actually want me to write her a blood letter or not?"
"That..." Gao Xiaofu was uncertain too. "How about you just ask her?"
"How could I ask her that? Xiaofu, how about this — you go ask Shen Yushu? She's a good friend of Gu Mengyao's, so asking her would work too!" Zhong Yongliang suggested.
"That could work! I'll go ask!" Gao Xiaofu nodded, took out his phone, and sent Shen Yushu a text message.
With modern communication tools like mobile phones, there was no need to run over and ask in person anymore.
"Miss Shen Yushu, may I ask what Miss Gu Mengyao thinks about Liang writing that blood letter yesterday?"
Gao Xiaofu's message was very polite; he too was afraid Gu Mengyao would ignore him. But the worry was unnecessary — soon his phone received Shen Yushu's reply: "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. He handed the phone to Zhong Yongliang.
After reading the message, Zhong Yongliang was somewhat baffled. "Xiaofu, what is she supposed to mean by that?"
"Liang, forgive me for speaking bluntly, but I get the feeling you've been looked down on by Gu Mengyao!" Gao Xiaofu said cautiously.
"Looked down on?" Zhong Yongliang was stunned. Looking at the message again, there really was a trace of contempt in it, and he grew anxious at once. "Xiaofu, what should I do then? Indeed, it seems Shen Yushu is mocking me for being utterly incapable of writing a blood letter!"
"How about this, Liang — you write another blood letter, to prove to them that you're not incapable, and that yesterday was just an accident?" Gao Xiaofu suggested.
"That'll have to do..." Zhong Yongliang nodded. There was no other way.
Gao Xiaofu hurriedly prepared a fresh sheet of white paper for Zhong Yongliang. Holding the carving knife, Zhong Yongliang found he could not bring himself to cut — not from fear of pain, but because yesterday's incident had left him with lingering dread!
What if he cut his finger and the bleeding just wouldn't stop again? Zhong Yongliang hesitated...
"Liang, what's wrong?" Noticing his hesitation, Gao Xiaofu asked quickly.
"I... Xiaofu, I don't quite dare to do it anymore! Yesterday was too damn terrifying!" The hand holding the carving knife trembled slightly.
And besides, if he cut today, he would surely have to use a different finger; he could hardly keep cutting on yesterday's wound — wouldn't that hurt to death? So Zhong Yongliang really could not bring himself to make the cut.
"Liang, a man has to be a little ruthless with himself! How about... I help you?" Gao Xiaofu asked.
"You help me?" Zhong Yongliang was startled, then said, "That works too! Xiaofu, you're a true friend. Since that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony! I'll treat you to a big meal at noon!"
"Huh?" Gao Xiaofu was startled as well, and then could not help but smile bitterly. His meaning had been that he would hold the carving knife and help Zhong Yongliang cut his finger open — but Zhong Yongliang had clearly misunderstood, thinking that Gao Xiaofu meant to cut his own finger and write the blood letter on his behalf...