That word choice was quite something. Fu Yuhan choked for a moment.
But the more you explain such things, the murkier they become. He didn’t want to explain further, just like when classmates would sometimes quietly ask “are you and Wen Yu really not on good terms?” What could Fu Yuhan say?
He originally felt that he couldn’t stop others from liking Yang Fan. The reason he had clashed with Wen Yu initially was because the other party had started trouble.
But recently, the other party’s attitude seemed to have changed somewhat.
If Wen Yu took a step back, Fu Yuhan wouldn’t push his luck.
He laughed it off, and the topic passed. Fourth Brother was still very apologetic, saying many words of apology. After finally hanging up, Fu Yuhan felt his ears were a bit numb.
He rubbed his ears and belatedly realized the windows were making noise.
Such heavy rain—bean-sized raindrops had suddenly begun falling more than ten seconds ago, carried by wind and dust, pattering against the window glass and quickly obscuring it. Fu Yuhan put down his phone, glanced toward the window, and walked over.
The ground outside the window was wet, but inside the house was fine. The floor he stepped on showed no trace of water. Fu Yuhan guessed that Wen Yu had probably closed the windows before sleeping.
He was very careful about such small things. For example, because he had closed the door to sleep, the living room curtains weren’t drawn today.
Fu Yuhan leaned his head against the window. A slight coolness seeped through the tightly closed window gaps, refreshing and clearing his mind.
He was thinking about Wen Yu as a person.
…Really a strange person.
After spacing out for a while, he remembered to check the remaining messages on his phone. In the past, when Fu Yuhan didn’t go to school, he would just skip directly. It was rare for him to actually ask for leave, so the concerned messages on his phone quickly reached 99+.
Most of these came from the two chatterboxes Sun Wenrui and Fang Jiayuan. Besides asking what happened to Fu Yuhan, they spent most of their time excitedly recounting Qian Kaile’s disciplinary action.
On the typhoon day, it had been raining since early morning. The school canceled the flag-raising ceremony during the extended break, instead having students watch the Monday speech live broadcast from the school TV station in their classrooms. The broadcast exercises were also changed to eye exercises.
Under these circumstances, Qian Kaile was made to read his self-criticism letter in front of the camera, looking disheveled, under the supervision of the Student Affairs director.
Sun Wenrui: Honestly, his expression could make me laugh for a whole day.
Fang Jiayuan: You didn’t see his expression. I’ll be dining on this for the whole month!
Fu Yuhan was too lazy to reply twice, so he created a group chat with both of them and typed: Got it. Did Class 2 people say anything?
Fang Jiayuan: We just discussed it in the class group chat. Brother Fu, didn’t you see the group?
Sun Wenrui: Brother Fu never looks at that group anyway…
Fu Yuhan: What group?
Fang Jiayuan: …
Sun Wenrui: …
Sun Wenrui: The class group chat. Did you mute it? No wonder we haven’t seen you say anything in the two years since the group was created.
Fang Jiayuan: Maybe he found it annoying and left the group. I just checked the member list and Brother Fu isn’t there.
Fang Jiayuan: Should we add you, Brother Fu?
Fu Yuhan: Whatever.
Fu Yuhan sniffled and walked to the kitchen, placing his phone on the counter and using the kettle to boil water.
During the stomach pumping, he was almost unconscious, so he didn’t really suffer much. But after waking up, his throat had been uncomfortable, and sleeping hadn’t helped.
The emergency doctor told him to remember to drink more hot water when he got back to speed up metabolism. He remembered this.
In the time it took to boil water, the unread count on WeChat increased by over 80. Fu Yuhan casually added the group to his contacts and enabled “do not disturb” before checking the messages.
Liu Cheng: So Brother Fu wasn’t in the group before?
Ge Ran: He probably disappeared three days after the group was created.
Zhao Mengmeng: Tsk tsk, the class monitor is really observant.
Ge Ran: I’m naturally careful.
Zhao Mengmeng: Oh~~~
Chen Liwen: So where is Brother Fu? Why isn’t he talking?
…
Since he hadn’t spoken, the topic quickly moved elsewhere. Fu Yuhan quickly swiped through with his finger, reading everything before starting to type.
Fu Yuhan: Qian Kaile’s disciplinary action came down. What did Class 2 people say?
Liu Cheng: Wow, Brother Fu.
Chen Liwen: Wow, Brother Fu.
…
The formation continued for a whole row.
Fu Yuhan: …Be serious.
Liu Cheng: Except for Qian Kaile’s two little followers, everyone else has quieted down a lot.
Li Jiaqi: They probably didn’t expect the school to give disciplinary action even in senior year, although it’s just the lightest “public criticism.”
Ge Ran: In senior year, everyone’s still afraid of having things on their record. Besides, with college entrance exams approaching, no one has the energy to cause trouble, right?
Xu Qianyi: They better!
Ge Ran: 2333 Qianqian is finally vindicated.
Xu Qianyi: Really, I’ve never been so grateful to my dad. If he hadn’t insisted, Director Yao might have let it slide.
Sun Wenrui: Uncle Xu is awesome!
Fang Jiayuan: Uncle Xu is amazing!
Xu Qianyi: Of course.
Xu Qianyi: But I also need to thank Brother Fu for saving me. @Fu Yuhan So when do you and Wen Yu have time to let me make up for that meal?
Fu Yuhan had been focused on boiling water after seeing that Class 2 had quieted down, and was startled when suddenly @-ed, quickly picking up his phone.
If Xu Qianyi hadn’t mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten about this.
Fu Yuhan: …Why don’t you ask him?
Xu Qianyi: He’s not in the group, and I don’t have his WeChat.
Chen Liwen: Who has Wen Yu’s WeChat? Can someone add him?
The class seemed to just realize this now. After asking around, surprisingly no one had Wen Yu’s WeChat.
Ge Ran did have his phone number, but notifications were sent via text message, and they had never added each other on WeChat.
Xu Qianyi: Stop asking, Fu Yuhan definitely has it. @Fu Yuhan Come out and add him.
Fu Yuhan: He’s sleeping, we’ll talk when he wakes up.
Xu Qianyi: ?
Zhao Mengmeng: ?
Chen Liwen: Brother Fu, you…
Fang Jiayuan: Brother Fu, why do you know he’s sleeping? Are you two together?
Ge Ran: Ah, no wonder I heard that Fu Yuhan’s leave today was requested by Wen Yu.
The two adjacent seats in the back row of the classroom were both empty. Anyone with eyes in the class could see this, but no one knew the details.
When the homeroom teacher came to the classroom in the morning, he only said “those two asked for leave.”
Now that Ge Ran had revealed this, the WeChat group that had been very lively just minutes ago suddenly fell into deathly silence.
The public fight between the two just over half a month ago was still fresh in everyone’s memory. What was wrong with this world?
Fu Yuhan casually made up an excuse.
Fu Yuhan: What are you thinking? I just called him.
Xu Qianyi: He answered your call while sleeping?
Fu Yuhan: So I got scolded.
Xu Qianyi: [Awesome.jpg]
Xu Qianyi: In the future, if anyone says you two don’t get along, I’ll send out this chat record. In my seventeen years of life, this is the first time I’ve seen someone dare to scold our Brother Fu.
Fu Yuhan: Are you looking for trouble?
Xu Qianyi: I was wrong, daddy, but isn’t what I said the truth?
Fu Yuhan really wanted to say no.
However, at this moment, Wen Yu’s voice came from the doorway: “What are you looking at? So happy?”
Fu Yuhan turned his head and saw Wen Yu standing at the door in slippers, squinting with sleepiness, his whole being radiating the laziness of just waking up. He asked: “I don’t think I was smiling?”
“You don’t need to smile, I can tell.” Wen Yu said. “So what is it?”
“Nothing, just random chatting in the class group.” Fu Yuhan paused. “Do you want to join?”
Wen Yu smiled: “Forget it. I’m an outsider—everyone would feel uncomfortable if I joined.”
“Who said you’re an outsider?”
“I said so myself.”
“An outsider who would rather endure foot pain to help Class 6 run the relay and win rankings?”
Wen Yu was stunned.
Fu Yuhan’s dark eyes looked at him steadily: “That day… I saw it later, you took the Yunnan Baiyao from my bag to apply. I don’t know exactly what’s wrong with your foot, but this was indeed a sacrifice, wasn’t it?”
“Wen Yu,” he paused slightly, as if pondering, “why are you just unwilling to be a bit more honest? Isn’t it tiring to live like this?”
Wen Yu’s eyes flickered.
Having just woken up, his eyes had originally carried some drowsiness, but he was quickly awakened by Fu Yuhan’s question.
His slightly cold gaze swept over and lingered on Fu Yuhan’s face for a long time.
“Have I ever told you that you’re the first person to ask me if I’m ‘tired’?” After a while, he said softly. “Fu Yuhan, let me return a phrase to you—if you have that energy, you’d better focus on caring about Yang Fan instead of constantly inquiring about your love rival’s affairs.”
Fu Yuhan raised an eyebrow: “Are you being reasonable? You’re allowed to inquire about my business?”
“Don’t you also not answer?” Wen Yu asked back.
“How is that the same? You’re inquiring about privacy, while I’m car—” Fu Yuhan got stuck.
“Mm?”
“Forget it, it’s nothing.” Fu Yuhan frowned and pursed his lips. “They just asked me to add you. Whether you want to join or not is up to you.”
He lowered his head and added Wen Yu to the group chat, then ignored whatever reaction there was in the group and tossed his phone aside.
The water boiled quickly, the switch automatically cutting off with a “snap.” Fu Yuhan poured the water into a thermos, found a clean cup, and poured himself a glass of hot water.
On a stormy day, a cup of hot water was refreshing and saved his secretly aching throat.
Midway, Wen Yu went to wash up. When he returned, he couldn’t help but laugh: “This seems to be my home. Why are you so familiar with everything?”
“Didn’t you tell me to help myself?” Fu Yuhan’s attitude was natural as he looked at him and asked, “What should we eat for lunch?”
As he spoke, he was about to reach for his phone when Wen Yu interrupted: “Fourth Brother hasn’t given you money yet, has he?”
“Mm, he just called to tell me about this, saying he’d get money from Yong Rong within today.”
“Then use mine to order.” Wen Yu took out his phone, unlocked it and tossed it to him. “Don’t pay for it.”
“…I can’t always eat your food.”
“When you get paid, I’ll give you a chance to treat me.”
“Then you might as well look at Xu Qianyi. She’s been waiting to treat us both to a meal until her eyes are sore from looking.”
Fu Yuhan said this but didn’t refuse Wen Yu’s phone, lowering his head to open the food delivery app.
“But I don’t want to eat hers.” Wen Yu said. “I just want to eat yours.”
Fu Yuhan snorted lightly: “Childish.”
“Bear with it.” Wen Yu said.
Strangely enough, as a new youth of the 21st century, Wen Yu’s living space had no entertainment equipment—neither computers nor TVs were anywhere to be seen. After Fu Yuhan finished ordering food and returned the phone to him, he suddenly felt a wave of awkwardness.
The heavy rain blocked people’s steps, trapping them both temporarily in this small space with nothing to do.
Wen Yu seemed not to notice this, typing on his phone with his head down, saying without looking up: “Did you boil water? Pour me a cup.”
“…Don’t you have hands?” Fu Yuhan speechlessly went to the cabinet to find a cup.
“I’m confirming test results. I suggest you treat me better.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Fu Yuhan said with a cold face as he placed the washed cup on the counter and poured water. “Thank you, Brother Yu, for seeking justice for me. Brother Yu, please drink your water.”
Wen Yu picked up the water cup and walked away, his gaze still on his phone screen.
Fu Yuhan: “…”
He reached out to stop him: “You took the wrong one, that’s the one I was drink—”
But Wen Yu drank too quickly. Before Fu Yuhan finished speaking, he had already swallowed a large gulp.
Both froze simultaneously.
Wen Yu picked up the cup to look at it and said softly: “Forget it.”
They could only forget it—it wasn’t a big deal anyway.
Like a car going over a speed bump, a little “thud” that didn’t affect moving forward.
Fu Yuhan had to take the newly poured cup of water for himself, making conversation: “How are the results?”
“About what I expected.” Wen Yu said while drinking water. “The police are also waiting for results. I’ll have someone send them over later. You might need to go to the police station to supplement your statement.”
“Mm.”
“But I need to give you a heads up first.” Wen Yu suddenly put down his phone. “The Yong family is quite powerful. If he gets detained, his family will definitely try to get him out. How they deal with him at home is their business, but I estimate he won’t be held in detention for long.”
“Being able to teach him a lesson is already good. Attempted cases aren’t punished severely anywhere. I understand. But, Wen Yu—”
Fu Yuhan seemed hesitant.
“Mm?”
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