As he gradually approached the classroom, Fu Yuhan’s steps actually slowed down.
Skipping class was all about completeness—being absent for the entire period was actually better than returning midway.
Originally, he sat in that corner in the back row. Sometimes when teachers were busy lecturing, they didn’t even notice he wasn’t there. Even when they did notice, they were mostly used to it and would at most come find him after class. But returning midway looked very much like provocation.
Unfortunately, the front door was open today. The math teacher probably felt the classroom wasn’t bright enough and had gone to the door to turn on a light.
Fu Yuhan was still hesitating whether to wait until after class with five minutes remaining when his gaze met the teacher’s.
“Well done, Fu Yuhan. Other seniors are studying hard, but you’re working hard at skipping class?” The math teacher gave a cold laugh.
Fu Yuhan: “…”
It was simply a disaster scene.
Putting himself in the teacher’s shoes, anyone seeing this scene would be angry.
Fu Yuhan was forced to listen to a string of lectures at the door.
He might have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed today—bad luck. From morning until now, in less than two hours, he had already been lectured three times.
Thinking carefully, it was all Wen Yu’s fault.
The culprit had followed him back too—Fu Yuhan was on his fifth sentence of being lectured when Wen Yu limped over to his side.
He seemed to be in pain, frowning slightly, using his clean face to apologetically address the math teacher: “Teacher Guo, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I accidentally sprained my ankle before class, and Fu Yuhan helped me to the infirmary.”
His attitude was particularly sincere, full of remorse, as if he really had done something wrong. While speaking, he even rolled up his pant leg a bit, revealing an ankle wrapped in gauze.
After apologizing, Wen Yu hurriedly reached toward his pocket, but didn’t grab properly, and something fell to the ground, sliding far away. He hopped on one leg trying to pick it up. Fu Yuhan twitched the corner of his mouth, walked over in two steps, bent down and picked up the item.
It was actually a tube of medicinal ointment for muscle injuries.
Now how could the math teacher continue lecturing?
Wen Yu had won a major mathematics competition award in his sophomore year, and this morning in the office, Teacher Guo had praised Wen Yu the most.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Teacher Guo turned to ask Fu Yuhan again. “Wen Yu is in this condition, how could you have the nerve to come back first?”
“…” Fu Yuhan was somewhat speechless. “You were just blaming me for coming back late.”
Teacher Guo angrily pointed at him twice: “Quick, help Wen Yu back to his seat! Ask your classmates about today’s content later, or come to my office if needed.”
There was still a bit of class left to finish. He hurried back to the podium, just picked up the chalk, then turned back: “What are you standing there for?”
Fu Yuhan: “…”
He turned to look at Wen Yu, who happened to be looking at him too, with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth at an angle the math teacher couldn’t see.
Damn, he knew the sprained ankle was all fake.
Good students could lie casually and people would believe them.
Class couldn’t stop the masses’ gossiping hearts. Although the teacher was still lecturing enthusiastically on the podium, many people kept glancing toward the door. Fu Yuhan felt a subtle displeasure, but with the math teacher still there, he had to extend his hand toward Wen Yu, put his arm under the other’s armpit, and help him walk inside.
The youth’s body temperature transmitted through the thin summer school uniform.
This might be the first time he and Wen Yu had such extensive physical contact.
Fu Yuhan was inexplicably stunned, suddenly clearly realizing that Wen Yu was a bit taller than him.
Two days ago they had arranged to fight in front of everyone, and today they had become helpful desk mates—the scene was somewhat surreal.
Fu Yuhan could feel many people watching them even with his eyes lowered.
He actually wasn’t used to being the center of attention, but Wen Yu was obviously well-adapted. When they walked to the third row along the aisle, he even pretended to lose his balance and pulled Fu Yuhan into bumping the desk beside them.
A girl named Chen Mengxian sat at that desk. She was quite pretty, but because of her introverted and gentle personality, her presence wasn’t as strong as Xu Qianyi’s.
Wen Yu smiled and quietly said “sorry” to her. Fu Yuhan, looking down from above, quickly saw her ear tips turn red.
“Troublemaker.”
When they finally returned to their seats, Fu Yuhan couldn’t help but mock: “A gay guy constantly charming little girls—can you take responsibility or what?”
His voice was very low, no one heard except Wen Yu. Wen Yu spread out his math paper, sat upright looking at the blackboard, but answered him: “Apologizing after bumping into someone counts as charming?” As he spoke, Wen Yu took advantage of the math teacher turning to write on the board, swung his arm and bumped into Fu Yuhan: “Sorry.”
The dismissal bell finally rang throughout the school—
The bell was like a signal of liberation. Even though the teacher was still dragging out class, everyone’s body language became somewhat more relaxed. Fu Yuhan frowned, puzzled as he turned: “Why did you hit me? Looking for trouble?”
“See,” Wen Yu said while taking notes, “facts prove that bumping into someone and then apologizing doesn’t have a seductive effect.”
Fu Yuhan: “…”
He took a deep breath and sincerely asked: “Are you sick?”
“Possibly.” Wen Yu answered frankly. “Otherwise I don’t know why I’d help such a guy who gets a favor but doesn’t say thanks and even curses people.”
“…”
Fu Yuhan clenched his fist and lowered his voice: “…Thank you.”
Wen Yu chuckled softly twice.
He never looked at Fu Yuhan, his profile facing the window, illuminated by the natural light.
A patch of porcelain white.
Actually, if he didn’t speak, Wen Yu really had that kind of very standard handsomeness. No wonder teachers all thought he was well-behaved and rule-abiding.
A boy with clear features and a clean smile, even his school uniform buttons were properly fastened to the very top one—who wouldn’t think such a person looked like a good student?
Fu Yuhan rarely observed his love rival’s face so carefully, and was inexplicably dazzled.
As if possessed, against the background sound of function analysis, he asked in a muffled voice: “Did you really sprain your ankle?”
Wen Yu raised an eyebrow and smiled: “Fake.”
“…” Fu Yuhan pursed his lips.
Although he was displeased, it was a fact that Wen Yu had helped him.
It was also strange—usually this person couldn’t wait to target him, but today he didn’t know what medicine he’d taken wrong. Fu Yuhan even had the illusion that “this person is quite decent.”
Because he spent two minutes criticizing the truant, Teacher Guo dragged class for five minutes.
The break time was suddenly cut in half, making everything seem particularly urgent. As soon as he left, Ge Ran immediately stood up and ran to the podium.
“Everyone quiet down!” She knocked on the podium. “I have something to say—”
The classroom that was about to boil over was like having a bowl of cold water poured on it, temporarily quieting down, with dozens of eyes looking at her in unison.
“Teacher’s Day is coming soon, and we still have class funds left. We class committee members discussed and decided to give Teacher Zhou a gift. Currently we’re planning greeting card blessings. If you have well-written thank-you essays to teachers, you can give them to me to copy onto the card. Also, tell me any suggestions for material gifts—nothing too expensive, preferably under 200 yuan. We’ll have a class meeting tomorrow at noon to discuss and decide as soon as possible.” Ge Ran said, “That’s all, class dismissed!”
This happened every year—some cared, some didn’t. The classroom resumed its proper dismissal noise. Ge Ran walked down from the podium, went straight to Fu Yuhan’s side, and started bowing with hands clasped together.
Wen Yu looked up from his math paper, watching this scene in bewilderment.
Before Fu Yuhan could speak, the two clowns in the front row had already started their act.
Fang Jiayuan: “Here she comes, here she comes, she’s coming with her annual mission.”
Sun Wenrui: “Come on, class monitor, you keep bossing our Brother Fu around without paying him—what a heartless boss!”
Ge Ran glared at them both: “Why don’t you two do it?”
“No no no no.” The two waved their hands repeatedly. “With our level, it’s too shabby, can’t be presented.”
“If I could find someone else, I wouldn’t want to keep bothering Fu Yuhan either.” Ge Ran also felt wronged. After saying this, she respectfully bowed to Fu Yuhan twice more: “Great master, please enlighten us mortals.”
“…You’re getting more and more exaggerated.” Fu Yuhan sighed. “How big should I draw it, and what should I draw?”
“Just draw some flowers? Like a cluster of blooming flowers… I think printed ones are too insincere, plus yours look good.” Ge Ran smiled. “Can you color it?”
“…Yes.”
“Mm-hmm, what kind of paint do you need? Tomorrow after school I’ll go buy gifts and get the greeting card materials and everything.”
“No need,” Fu Yuhan thought for a moment. “I have some… I’ll just bring them over later.”
“Okay, then thank you.”
“It’ll take three days.” Fu Yuhan turned his head and pointed to the empty blackboard behind him. “I need three days to draw this thing.”
Ge Ran smiled: “As long as it’s ready for Teacher’s Day.”
Wen Yu seemed to understand and casually inquired: “Wouldn’t drawing flowers be too unoriginal? When I was at First High, ten out of ten classes had flowers on their Teacher’s Day cards.”
“Then what do you suggest?”
“Can Master Fu draw little comics? Like students gathered around the teacher, something more life-like.” Wen Yu smiled good-naturedly. “That would be more distinctive.”
He seemed to really be making suggestions, if it weren’t for his past conflicts with Fu Yuhan.
Fu Yuhan twitched the corner of his mouth and said two words under Ge Ran’s expectant gaze: “I can draw…”
Ge Ran was naturally very happy. At this point, Wen Yu spoke up again: “Class monitor, why are we only giving gifts to Teacher Zhou? Don’t we have six subject teachers?”
After all the sophomore year exams ended, some courses were canceled. Wen Yu had just transferred here and hadn’t met those teachers, otherwise he would have suggested giving gifts to all of them.
“We don’t have enough class funds.” Ge Ran stuck out her tongue and said embarrassedly, “We only have a little over 200 yuan left. If we give six gifts, each one would be a bit too little.”
“Money’s not a problem, I can contribute.”
“How could that work?”
“Why not?” Wen Yu smiled. “I just arrived, and all the teachers here have been very caring toward me. I’d like to show my appreciation properly too.”
The desk blocked others’ view, but Fu Yuhan saw everything—as Wen Yu spoke, he opened his bag, took out his wallet, and immediately handed Ge Ran ten red bills.
To keep it low-key, his money-passing action was all under the desk. After passing it, he even winked at Ge Ran and whispered: “Don’t tell anyone. I’m not short of money, just want to show some appreciation. Thanks for the trouble, class monitor.”
He didn’t wait for Ge Ran to refuse, forcibly pushing the money over, then turned to smile at Fu Yuhan: “But I’ll have to trouble Master Fu to draw six cards.”
Fu Yuhan: “…”
This kind of malicious pleasure of spending a thousand yuan just to make his love rival do more work… he’d have to be an idiot to think this person was decent.
Ge Ran looked over pitifully: “Fu Yuhan…”
“…Fine.” Fu Yuhan stared at Wen Yu, grinding his molars. “I’ll draw them.”
With his streak of bad luck, a few more drawings wouldn’t make a difference.
The Teacher’s Day gift matter was thus inexplicably settled, and Ge Ran looked quite happy. She was about to return to her seat when she suddenly remembered something and looked down at Wen Yu’s foot: “How’s your foot injury? Do you need to ask for leave from morning exercises?”
Ask for what leave? Wasn’t it fake?
Fu Yuhan was angry inside and rolled his eyes at the sky upon hearing this.
Wen Yu smiled: “Should I ask you? Then I do need to ask for leave, thanks for the trouble.”
“No need, no need, don’t be polite.” Ge Ran stretched her neck to look at his foot. “Hiss… it looks so swollen. Going to the bathroom must be troublesome for you today.”
Swollen?
Fu Yuhan glanced sideways.
“It’s fine,” Wen Yu smiled. “I can barely walk.”
“Be more careful in the future. Teacher Zhou always educates us that seniors must pay attention to their health. Getting sick or something really affects review progress.”
“Okay, thanks for the reminder.”
Ge Ran finally went back. Wen Yu turned his eyes: “What?”
“Is your foot really swollen?” Fu Yuhan lowered his head and, before Wen Yu could react, pinched his ankle.
The instinctive flinching from pain was impossible to hide—even though the immortal who got pinched remained expressionless.
The air conditioner was not far behind them. Less than ten minutes after entering the classroom, Fu Yuhan’s fingertips were already ice-cold, lightly brushing across the skin at the ankle.
Wen Yu lifted his eyelids and met the other’s somewhat disgusted gaze.
“Can you say a single truthful word?” Fu Yuhan asked with a frown.
**Author’s Note:** Although comments don’t show up in the comment section during this period, I can still see them in the backend. You can see my replies, and I can see yours too.
So I hope everyone will leave more comments (lying down)
I’ll randomly give out little red packets (lying down)
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