Daydreaming about Me

Chapter 2

Later, Jiang Han, also known as Mop No. 1, would always have a strange expression when talking about the first time he met Lin Yujing.

“She was just standing there in a little skirt, with eyes as clear as marbles, obviously a good girl, completely out of place with the surroundings,” Jiang Han shook his head, “I can’t believe I misjudged someone.”

But at this moment, Lin Yujing didn’t even know his name, her mind filled with the image of Mop No. 1.

Mop No. 1 reacted quickly. The moment the pillow was thrown at his face, he moved the cigarette away, raised his hand to block, and caught the pillow with a twist of his wrist, bringing it into his arms. He bit the cigarette back into his mouth with a solemn expression, “Good skills.”

Like a simpleton.

This simpleton, acting as if he didn’t think he was stupid at all, turned around with a grin and waved, matching his dreadlocks and tattooed arms, giving off a strangely menacing vibe, “Sister, sorry, our boss is not in a good mental state.”

“…”

Lin Yujing didn’t understand why this person had a way of making “he’s not in a good mental state” sound like “he has a mental illness.” She looked at his hand waving enthusiastically at her and then glanced at the irritable gangster lying on the sofa who looked like he was dead—asleep.

To be honest, it was quite perky.

Lin Yujing made a rough initial judgment about these two people.

They didn’t seem straight.

She nodded, wanting to say, it’s okay, I’m just looking around, let him sleep.

Before she could say anything, Mop No. 1, holding a pillow in one hand, leaned an elbow on the edge of the sofa and jabbed the irritable gangster again.

Shen Jun hadn’t slept all night yesterday, went out in the morning, and had only been asleep for a few hours. He was extremely irritable from lack of sleep and being poked in the butt for the second time.

He let out a frustrated, low “tsk,” couldn’t sleep anymore, and flipped over to lie flat on the sofa. He pulled the blanket off his face.

For a moment, Lin Yujing thought she would see a fourth mop head.

After all, a family should be neat and tidy, with dreadlocks, tattoos, and muscular arms—couple styles, a symbol of close bonds.

But the dark gray cover was finally pulled away, revealing the true face of the gangster. From his appearance, he wasn’t the least bit gangster-like, not very close to his buddies.

He didn’t even look much older than her, still a teenage gangster.

The teenage gangster had neatly trimmed short black hair. He propped himself up on the sofa cushion with one hand, his head hanging, his arm resting on his knee, his sleeves rolled up, revealing a section of cold, white, slender wrist.

He slowly raised his head, his black eyes, long and narrow in shape, now drooping slightly, exuding a “I’m not very patient” aura.

After about ten seconds, he squinted at her.

Perhaps he had just calmed down from his wake-up irritability and wasn’t very angry at Lin Yujing. He just frowned, yawned, and stood up, “Tattoo?”

His voice carried the hoarseness of just waking up, with a slight nasal tone.

Lin Yujing responded casually, “Ah.”

“Where.” Shen Jun turned around, picked up the blanket that had just covered his head, and casually draped it over the back of the sofa.

From the back, his legs were straight, long enough to make one want to whistle. His black clothes were slightly wrinkled, tucked into his waistband, showing a bit of his belt.

Lin Yujing’s gaze uncontrollably swept to his butt, which had been attacked twice and indeed looked nice, and she unconsciously muttered, “This butt…”

Her tone seemed to be one of appreciation, almost a sigh.

The air fell silent.

The three mops were once again frozen, mechanically raising their heads.

Shen Jun turned his head to look at her, his expression drowsy and indifferent.

Lin Yujing thought her voice was quite soft, just self-talk volume, but in the quiet room, it was unexpectedly clear. The moment she said it, she realized and reacted quickly when he turned around. Their eyes met, and she even adjusted her expression, blinking innocently and shyly at him, “It’s tattooed—” she paused, looking very embarrassed, “Is that okay?”

Shen Juan raised his eyebrows: “Okay.”

Did you see that!

Did you see that! So calm!

No wonder he’s a well-experienced street guy!

It’s just a butt tattoo!

He’s seen all kinds of things!!

Since the bragging has started, it must continue. Lin Yujing took a deep breath, began to flip through the pattern books and scattered pencil sketches on the long wooden table by the wall, pretending to study what design to choose.

After all, this grumpy street guy was already awake, and if she said “I’m just looking around, you go back to sleep,” she might get beaten up.

“Hey,” Lin Yujing picked up a paper with a terribly drawn Doraemon, not understanding why such a childish drawing appeared among the high-end delicate artworks, “This Doraemon is so cute.”

Shen Juan had already walked over, pulling a curtain to separate the rest area with sofas from the working area outside. He glanced at it: “Hello Kitty.”

“Huh?”

“This is Hello Kitty.”

“……”

Lin Yujing looked closer, oh, it has ears.

Fine, Hello Kitty.

She awkwardly laughed twice: “Did a kid at home draw this?”

Shen Juan yawned again, his voice sounding nice but with a bit of nasal stuffiness: “I drew it.”

“……”

Bro, are you kidding me?

Are you telling me that with this level of drawing, you’re really a tattoo artist?

Lin Yujing was silent for a few seconds, deciding to change the topic: “So, does the tattoo location affect anything important?”

This question seemed reasonable and couldn’t go wrong.

“Pain and maintenance, they vary,” Shen Juan leaned against the wall, lazily dragging his voice, “If you believe in feng shui or fortune-telling, there are other considerations.”

“Which place hurts the most?”

“Where the skin is thin.”

“Oh,” the young girl shrunk her neck, looking quite scared, “Then where hurts the least?”

Shen Juan could see it now, this friend was just making small talk since he was awake, not wanting to kick him back to sleep. He didn’t even plan to turn on his computer.

He paused, staring at her for a moment before half-smiling: “The place where you want the tattoo.”

Lin Yujing: “……”

–

Lin Yujing chatted nonsense with Shen Juan for five minutes, exhausting all the tattoo-related questions she could think of, and finally relaxed as she saw the time was almost up.

In the end, they had no more conversation. Shen Juan just leaned lazily against the wall, and Lin Yujing could feel his cold gaze.

She didn’t bother to care.

When she was about to leave, Mop No.1 handed her a business card for the studio, telling her to come back if she decided.

Shen Juan maintained the same posture the whole time, standing like he had no bones, still looking sleepy.

Jiang Han was about to close the door, saw him yawning, and patted the door frame: “Were you planting mines last night?”

Shen Juan sat in the nearby beanbag chair, casually grabbed a dart from the table, half-closed his eyes, yawned again, and threw it at the dartboard on the opposite wall: “Life is hard.”

The green plastic dart, poorly made with ragged plastic fins, flew across half the room and hit the bullseye steadily.

Jiang Han took a look, it was far away, so he ran over a few steps to see clearly. The dart had hit the small red bullseye dead on.

“My buddy Juan is still amazing,” Jiang Han wasn’t seeing this for the first time but still found it astonishing. It was far, the light was dim, he couldn’t even see the bullseye from that position. Jiang Han closed the door, leaned over, and whispered: “That girl just now was kinda cute.”

Shen Juan glanced at him, not speaking.

“She had that fairy vibe, you know, not like those fake ones outside, she was the real deal.”

Shen Juan’s mind flashed back to the fairy-like girl just now.

She was beautiful, with slender straight legs and skin so white it was almost transparent.

But empty, her eyes held nothing.

When she looked at him, it might as well have been a stone on the ground, empty and indifferent, her left eye saying “don’t care” and her right eye saying “whatever,” together meaning “who am I,” “where am I,” “what am I doing.”

A deeply confused and subtly despondent girl.

Not really as fairy-like as she seemed.

After two seconds, Shen Juan lowered his eyes again, feeling uninterested: “Aren’t you into steampunk style?”

“What do you mean I’m into steampunk style?” Jiang Han seriously stroked his dreadlocks, “I appreciate all styles of beautiful girls, that one was so cute, like a kid caught doing something bad, I could hear her nervousness when she spoke.”

Shen Juan raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

The more Jiang Han thought about it, the more he regretted it: “Why didn’t I think to ask for her contact? Why did I only give her the studio’s business card? I should’ve added her personally.”

Contact information or anything like that? How pure and well-behaved, just like a little house cat.”

Shen Juan glanced up at him and repeated with some amusement, “Well-behaved?” His gaze fell on the horribly ugly Hello Kitty lying properly on the wooden table. “If you really make a move on this little kitten, she won’t leave a bone of you behind.”

Jiang Han thought Shen Juan was totally prejudiced against the girl because she had disturbed his nap. He leaned to the side and said, “This kind of innocent little fairy, even I would be scared to flirt with her.”

“Oh,” Shen Juan stretched his long legs forward, tapping his forefinger lightly on the table edge, and said lazily, “Then you go ahead and try.”

The author wants to say:

“Why don’t you try flirting with her?” Lord Juan calmly said, pulling out his fifty-meter-long sword.