I Eat My Own Jealousy chapter 19

Chapter 19

After leaving the dormitory building, flying cars continuously crisscrossed the sky above the academy. Jenny waved at the two of them beside a small aircraft, “Hey, Jian Ning, Terry.”

Jenny had an aircraft, and Terry had made plans with her yesterday to take Jian Ning with them on her aircraft to the dance.

“Jenny, you look really beautiful today.” Jenny was wearing a pink strapless gown with light makeup. Jian Ning complimented her with a smile.

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Terry replied, “He’s Prince Lanno, the eldest son of His Majesty Simon and the Queen.”

Jian Ning had slept the whole day and was almost starving. After a brief look at the newcomers, he lost interest and turned his gaze to the food table in the corner, which was filled with various dishes.

“I’m hungry, let’s go eat something over there,” he told Terry and Jenny and headed towards the food table.

He indulged himself in a feast from one end of the table to the other, and finally satisfied, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. There were a few kinds of meat he didn’t recognize, but they tasted good, and he decided to bring some back for Tuan Tuan to try later.

Looking up in the crowd for Terry and Jenny, Jian Ning saw Jenny dancing with a male cadet, and Terry seemed captivated by a female cadet from the military academy, striking up a conversation with her.

Jian Ning decided not to disturb them for the moment and would talk about going back later. It was getting a bit stuffy inside, and there was a door leading outside nearby. He picked up a glass of juice, opened the door, and went out.

Outside was a garden, with a few dim yellow streetlights, very quiet, and no people in sight. Jian Ning found a bench and sat down.

“Hey.” As soon as he sat down, a male voice suddenly came from behind. Jian Ning’s hand trembled, and the juice in the cup spilled onto his chest.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The male behind him was taken aback and quickly came over, looking flustered, “I just wanted to talk to you.”

He touched himself but didn’t find a handkerchief. He hurriedly said, “Wait, let me get a towel for you.”

Saying that, he turned around and hurriedly walked away.

Jian Ning didn’t even get a clear look at the person, and was about to say it was unnecessary when he lifted his head and the person was already gone.

He could only lower his head and take off his coat. Suddenly, a hand reached out in front of him, holding a handkerchief in the palm.

“You came back so fast?” Jian Ning looked up in surprise and met Zong Ye’s gaze.

“…What are you doing here?” He paused for a moment before accepting the handkerchief from Zong Ye.

Zong Ye sat down beside him and said, “Fang Ning, let’s talk.”

Jian Ning paused in the act of wiping his coat and looked at Zong Ye, his eyes wide with shock. How did he recognize him?

Zong Ye’s expression remained calm as he said, “Your eyes and voice were not disguised. People who have had a little more contact with you would recognize you.”

Jian Ning stared at him for a while, sighed, and seeing no one around, he reached to the back of his ear and removed the disguise film.

“Last time at the hotel, you didn’t recognize me at all. Why are you coming to find me now?” he questioned with a huff. Zong Ye saw his face, his expression changed, and he turned away, saying, “Change it back.”

“…” Jian Ning was bewildered. Change back? But he had already changed back; this was his true face.

Seeing that Zong Ye still refused to look at him, he leaned forward to Zong Ye’s face and asked, puzzled, “Are you okay? Your speech is so strange; I can’t understand.”

Zong Ye’s face tightened slightly, and he said, “Your face.”

Jian Ning was confused. What about his face? Didn’t he already change it back? Now this was his true face.

Seeing that Zong Ye continued to avoid his gaze, he leaned closer, perplexed, “Are you alright? Why are you speaking so strangely? I can’t understand.”

The handsome face of the young man appeared again, and his clear pupils were filled with confusion. Zong Ye’s brow twitched, and he reached out with his big hand, covering Jian Ning’s face directly, and asked, “What did you do behind your ear just now?”

Caught off guard by the sudden action, Jian Ning’s vision turned pitch black as he quickly reached to pry Zong Ye’s hand away, unable to bear it, and said, “Why are you covering my face?”

As he wouldn’t say, Zong Ye’s other hand pressed against the back of Jian Ning’s head and pulled him into his embrace, then he released the hand covering Jian Ning’s face and used his fingers to probe behind his ear, trying to change his face back to what it was before.

Jian Ning’s forehead rested against Zong Ye’s shoulder, unable to lift his head, he could only feel the fingers, with a slight callus, fumbling behind his ear. His ears were somewhat sensitive, and he couldn’t help but shrink his neck.

“Don’t move.” Zong Ye scolded him for moving around, his palm pressing Jian Ning’s head deeper into his embrace. After not finding anything unusual behind his ear, Zong Ye’s hand moved to touch his ear.

In the past on Blue Star, every time this person touched his ear, it meant he was in the mood and wanted to have a physical relationship with him. Jian Ning couldn’t stand it anymore, struggling in his embrace, and grabbing the collar of his shirt with his fingers. “I’m still angry; don’t get handsy with me.”

“Why is it gone?” Zong Ye let go of Jian Ning’s hand, frowning, and asked, “How did you disguise your face?”

“…With the disguise film.” Jian Ning was bewildered. Why was he suddenly asking about this?

Disguise film? Zong Ye remembered the new combat weapon recently developed by the military, which seemed to have such a thing. It was said to be able to change into anyone’s face, and unless the pupils were scanned, it couldn’t be detected. It hadn’t been put into use by the military yet, so how did he have it?

“Where is it? Give it to me.” Zong Ye temporarily put aside his doubts and said.

Jian Ning looked at his hand and remembered that he had just held the disguise film, but this guy suddenly slapped his hand on his face and then started fumbling behind his ear. After the two of them struggled for so long, the disguise film was no longer in his hand.

“It’s all your fault; it was in my hand just now, and you made it disappear. It must have fallen on the ground,” Jian Ning angrily hammered his chest, trying to lift his head from Zong Ye’s shoulder. But the guy’s palm seemed to be glued to the back of his head and refused to let him get up.

Jian Ning became furious. “Hey, why won’t you let me lift my head?”

Zong Ye didn’t intend to tell him that it was because he was afraid that seeing his face might trigger the second personality. Looking at the empty garden, he calmly fabricated an excuse. “Several students came out from the back door of the auditorium. Do you want them to see your current face?”

Of course not. What if it was a classmate who recognized him? His face might have changed, but his clothes hadn’t.

He quickly reached out and grabbed Zong Ye’s clothes, burying his face in his chest, and anxiously whispered, “What should we do? Please find the disguise film for me.”

After thinking for a moment, Zong Ye patted his shoulder and said, “Get up first, but don’t lift your head.”

Jian Ning obediently did as he was told. Suddenly, a piece of clothing was draped over his head, covering him completely.

“Don’t show your face; they are coming this way. I’ll find it for you.” Zong Ye continued to act calmly, opening the night vision function on his wrist communicator, bending down to search around.

The adjutant stood not far away, preventing students from coming over and disturbing their conversation. He had been keeping an eye on the two people on the bench. He noticed that when his Marshal saw the boy named Jian Ning, they exchanged a few words, but then the Marshal suddenly pulled the boy into his embrace and started getting intimate. It didn’t look like a serious conversation but more like they were fooling around.

His eye twitched involuntarily.

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