Wen Yu was already a bit grumpy when waking up. If he knocked and woke him up only to hear “are you having ulterior motives,” Fu Yuhan really might die of anger.
He thought about it and decided to abandon this plan. He took out his phone and sent Wen Yu a message saying “I’m going back,” then put on his clothes, opened the door, and walked out.
This rain had been falling from yesterday until today, causing a sharp drop in temperature. When Fu Yuhan reached downstairs, the oncoming wind hit him full in the face. He tragically discovered the rain hadn’t stopped and he hadn’t brought an umbrella.
Wen Yu wasn’t up yet, so he couldn’t borrow an umbrella by going upstairs. Fu Yuhan thought for a few seconds, then pulled his zipper all the way up and buried his chin.
Then he plunged headfirst into the pouring rain.
It only took about ten minutes to run home. On weekend noon, both He Yan and Uncle Qin were still sleeping. Fu Yuhan took off his clothes and threw them into the washing machine along with the ones that had gotten wet the day before, then went into the bathroom for another shower.
The washing machine’s quick wash only took fifteen minutes, just enough time for a shower and hair wash. After washing, he hung the spin-dried clothes one by one on the balcony. His phone, which had been silent for a long time, finally had some activity.
Wen Yu: I’m awake.
Wen Yu: You just left like that?
Fu Yuhan: Yeah, otherwise?
Wen Yu replied fifteen minutes later.
Wen Yu: I was going to ask if you wanted to have breakfast together.
Fu Yuhan: No.
Wen Yu: So heartless?
Fu Yuhan: Wouldn’t giving you false hope be more heartless?
Wen Yu: …To be fair, I wasn’t actually that serious either. Aren’t you being too defensive?
Fu Yuhan: Then I definitely can’t eat with you.
Wen Yu: ?
Fu Yuhan: I’m afraid I’ll get indigestion eating at the same table as an emotional scammer.
This counted as a scammer?
At most he just wasn’t serious.
His eyebrows shot up high. Wen Yu stared at the WeChat interface for a full minute before locking the screen.
Sleeping in an ocean ball pit for one night really was bad for the body. From this perspective, his father’s opposition to him indulging in pleasure really made sense.
He felt like his back was about to break.
Fortunately, he was young. After getting up and moving around a bit, he felt much better. Wen Yu finished washing up, went back to his room to change clothes, and thought about what to eat for lunch.
Before Fu Yuhan left, he had folded the blanket. If not for the slight wrinkles on the sheets, the bed would look like no one had slept in it.
His mind was thinking about one of life’s three great problems—”what to eat for lunch”—but his gaze seemed bewitched, stuck on the bed sheets without moving.
After a while, Wen Yu stepped over and touched the sheets—
Cold.
The same temperature as the air in the room.
“No one to eat with again today,” he suddenly thought. “I’ll just have some porridge.”
–
After saying “emotional scammer,” Wen Yu tried sending a few more messages to tease him, but Fu Yuhan didn’t reply. He didn’t know exactly where Fu Yuhan lived, so he had no way to find him and could only wait until Monday.
The next day, he woke up nearly twenty minutes earlier than usual.
“Am I being too eager?” Wen Yu looked at the time and asked himself.
Logically, he should have stayed in bed until his usual wake-up time before getting ready, so he could enter the classroom at his standard time as always. But before he knew it, he was already dressed in his school uniform and ready to leave.
It had only been two days since he’d been to school, but stepping through the school gates again felt like a lifetime had passed.
Being twenty minutes early was quite something—the greeting committee at the school gate hadn’t even come out yet, giving the place a somewhat desolate feel.
Wen Yu entered the school gates and hurried upstairs.
Halfway there, he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind, followed by rapid footsteps. Wen Yu turned back to see Han Yang, the biology class representative, jogging up to him breathlessly and asking: “Can you help me out? I just printed new biology papers, and the other class representatives haven’t come yet. The teacher asked me to help distribute them… there are quite a few, and it’s slow for me to do it alone.”
Just a few steps away from the classroom, Wen Yu actually wanted to see if Fu Yuhan had arrived.
His gaze moved, sweeping along the classroom and corridor walls before landing on the class representative’s face: “…Alright.”
“Thank you so much,” Han Yang immediately smiled. “You’re a huge help!”
Distributing papers meant separating all the grade’s papers according to each class’s headcount. Since each paper had several sheets, besides counting, they also had to be organized separately, which was actually quite troublesome.
If Han Yang did it alone, he probably wouldn’t finish counting by the time morning self-study started.
With two people it was different—progress would be much faster, and other class representatives would arrive soon.
“Really, thank goodness I saw you on the way,” Han Yang muttered while working. “Otherwise I wouldn’t know what to do. I definitely couldn’t finish before class.”
“Without me, wouldn’t there be other people?” Wen Yu’s conversation didn’t affect his counting as he lowered his head and went through them one by one.
“Not many people have arrived in class, I couldn’t even grab someone to help.” Han Yang said. “Besides, this work is detailed—not just anyone can do it. Since we’re in the same class, I won’t be polite with you. Great kindness needs no thanks—I’ll treat you to the cafeteria at lunch!”
“Since we’re in the same class.”
This phrase made Wen Yu suddenly realize he had already been at this school for over a month.
He looked up and smiled: “Forget it, I still have a meal to eat at Xu Qianyi’s place… helping out isn’t for a free meal.” He licked his lips and used Han Yang’s own words to answer him: “We’re in the same class after all.”
Xu Qianyi kept saying in the class group chat that she wanted to treat Wen Yu and Fu Yuhan to a meal to thank them. The class wasn’t very clear on the specific reason, they just knew that Wen Yu had ignored her since joining the group. The popular class beauty being brutally ignored filled the group chat with daily laughter and mockery of Xu Qianyi.
So as soon as this was mentioned, Han Yang immediately perked up. He became energetic, counting while gossiping with Wen Yu about the reason for the treat.
“It’s nothing much, just that day at the sports meet when Qian Kaile was bothering her, Fu… Brother Fu and I helped her out a bit.”
“This Qian Kaile really is no good. Who pursues someone like that? Really brings shame to all men.” Han Yang pursed his lips, then gave Wen Yu a thumbs up. “Brother Yu, righteous, handsome, and cool!”
“You’re exaggerating.” Wen Yu felt a bit awkward being praised like this.
That day he had just happened to run into it. When Qian Kaile pointed at him and asked Xu Qianyi “are you interested in this one again,” it wouldn’t have been right to just turn and walk away, so he followed. If anyone helped, it would have been Fu Yuhan.
Fu Yuhan was warm-hearted, but he wasn’t.
Being praised by various teachers for good grades, following rules, good conduct… and such reasons, Wen Yu felt nothing—that was the image he wanted. But Han Yang calling him “righteous” really felt a bit much.
He said while placing the organized papers aside: “You would have helped too if you were there.”
“But I couldn’t have helped Sister Qian escape unscathed.” Han Yang said, then suddenly noticed something wrong. “Damn, why are you counting so fast!”
While talking, Wen Yu had already counted papers for three classes and was counting the fourth.
“Just multitasking… 33!” Wen Yu placed the last few papers in his hand in front of him. “Three classes are 33 papers over, the rest is up to you. I’m going back to the classroom.”
“Lunch at the cafeteria is on me!” Han Yang called out. “Don’t refuse!”
Wen Yu walked away without looking back, pretending not to hear.
After this delay, his twenty minutes of early rising were wasted. Most classmates had already entered the classroom, and Wen Yu arrived at his usual time again.
The person he wanted to see was curled up in his seat catching up on sleep. He unconsciously smiled and quickly walked over, pulling out his chair to sit down.
Getting closer, Wen Yu noticed his hair was shorter by a section, with the layered hair trimmed to below his ears, revealing his beautiful neck completely.
He reached out to push him.
Fu Yuhan opened his eyes and looked up.
“You cut your hair?” Wen Yu asked.
Fu Yuhan nodded without speaking and lay back down.
“So sleepy?” Wen Yu asked curiously. “What time did you sleep last night?”
Fu Yuhan kept his head down and held up nine fingers.
9 o’clock?
If he slept at 9 PM until morning, even getting up at 5 AM would be a solid eight hours. How could Fu Yuhan still be sleepy?
Wen Yu was very puzzled.
And unfortunately, the first person to enter the classroom today was physics teacher Ms. Zhao.
Ms. Zhao was a middle-aged woman who was very strict with students. In her class, even self-destructive poor students weren’t allowed to sleep. Just five minutes after the class bell rang, Fu Yuhan, who was lying on his desk, was called up by her.
“Tell me your approach to solving the first multiple choice question.”
Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, staring at the problem in a daze.
Ms. Zhao waited for a minute, then cleared her throat and said: “If you can’t answer, stand up… Since you don’t know, why weren’t you listening carefully during review time? Wen Yu, you tell us.”
“…Oh.” Wen Yu stood up.
It was just a multiple choice question, so basic it couldn’t be more basic for him. Answering this question was easy. Wen Yu quickly finished and sat down, glancing at Fu Yuhan, only to see him with his head down and eyes closed.
His face had a layer of flush, looking particularly rosy, which was actually very abnormal.
It looked like he was sick.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu suddenly realized that when Fu Yuhan left yesterday, it was still raining.
He wasn’t sure if Fu Yuhan had taken an umbrella when he left—he had forgotten to check.
Class was still in session, and standing up to feel someone’s forehead seemed too brazen. Wen Yu thought for a moment, then reached out toward Fu Yuhan’s right hand that was resting on the desk—
It was ice cold to the touch.
Fu Yuhan’s eyes suddenly opened and he pulled his hand away, giving Wen Yu a cold glance.
He picked up the pencil on his desk and scrawled a few words in the blank space of his paper.
What are you doing?
Wen Yu looked up and met his gaze.
Fu Yuhan continued writing.
Just got heartbroken yesterday
Whose hand are you touching
Watch your manners
“…” Wen Yu was amused by his anger.
It was just a suggestion for “keeping it in the family,” yet this person who had obviously warmed up to him in the past few days was now comprehensively distancing himself again. Wen Yu couldn’t say exactly what he was feeling, but he definitely wasn’t happy.
As for how much of this was anger at Fu Yuhan versus anger at himself, he couldn’t tell either.
He withdrew his gaze and seriously listened to Teacher Zhao’s lecture.
Fu Yuhan closed his eyes again.
This brief peace in their corner lasted until the dismissal bell rang—
Teacher Zhao had just left when Wen Yu stood up and dragged Fu Yuhan out by the arm.
“What are you doing?” Fu Yuhan’s voice was hoarse. Although he tried hard to pull his arm back, he really had no strength. “Didn’t you say there was no point in being a hooligan?”
His steps were unsteady, bumping into the chair leg as he walked, which then hit the desk, creating a series of loud crashes. Class had just ended and people were still busy correcting papers, not yet entering the noisy post-class state, so this commotion made everyone turn their heads.
“Which eye of yours saw me being a hooligan?” Wen Yu glanced over coldly. “Have some self-awareness—don’t you know how badly you’re burning up?”
“…”
While Fu Yuhan was stunned, Wen Yu had already dragged him to the doorway. The dazed classmates suddenly came to their senses, jumping up one after another and rushing to the back door to watch the show: “Holy shit, didn’t they make up already? Why are they about to fight again?”
“What should we do? Should we follow and watch?”
“Do you dare? Forget about Wen Yu, but would you dare provoke Brother Fu when he’s angry?”
“But just now it was Brother Fu who got dragged out…”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” Sun Wenrui pulled Fang Jiayuan up, “we’ll follow and take a look.”
Fu Yuhan only came to his senses when he was dragged to the stairwell: “Am I running a fever?”
“…Don’t you know if you have a fever or not?” Wen Yu was quite speechless. “You only noticed me touching your hand… what’s in your head?”
He spoke without any good humor, but seeing Fu Yuhan looking like he was about to faint, he unconsciously slowed down a bit, half-pulling and half-supporting him as they went downstairs.
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