He arrived right during peak time when the main group was returning to school. The Maserati’s color was low-key, but the car itself wasn’t. It immediately attracted quite a few gazes.
Returning students wouldn’t linger, but rarely seeing such a high-end car, excited boys would walk close to it, and soon a circle formed around it.
Seeing this situation, the driver turned back and asked: “Will this cause you trouble? Should I tell the chairman to change to a different car to pick you up from now on?”
“You could change to an even flashier car—I’m not afraid of being seen.” Wen Yu chuckled and pushed open the door to get out.
Strangely enough, he had just mentioned Fu Yuhan to Yang Fan, and as soon as he got out of the car, he ran into the person himself.
That person had his fingers hooked on his backpack strap, one hand in his pocket, standing not far away with a heavy gaze fixed on him.
Wen Yu smiled: “What a coincidence.”
Fu Yuhan’s gaze moved to the Maserati, then back to Wen Yu’s smiling face.
“…Show-off.”
“Such a small thing, and you’re holding a grudge until now?” Wen Yu shrugged. “Really petty.”
In the afternoon, Zhou Wenkang had called several students with declining grades to his office for ideological education. Although Third High generally didn’t do class transfers, and being in the key class only meant these people had better grades when they entered, if someone’s grades declined too severely, it still wouldn’t work.
Right at that moment, Wen Yu went to the office to tell Zhou Wenkang that he planned to participate in competitions.
Everything was very natural, including the envious looks from those being lectured.
But Fu Yuhan inexplicably felt that Wen Yu had deliberately chosen this time to enter the office.
Because of this exam, on paper, Fu Yuhan had the most serious decline—though this included the penalty for not writing the essay—as the desk mate of the grade’s first place, Zhou Wenkang inevitably compared the two of them in his words.
Your grades declined, look at Wen Yu.
You’re not serious about exams, look at Wen Yu.
Wen Yu himself listened to the praise with a slight smile on the side. Fu Yuhan was about to vomit from disgust.
Actually, aside from the essay, Fu Yuhan’s other scores were about the same as usual. With Wen Yu sitting next to him, he surprisingly didn’t think to wake him during the exam.
This person definitely did it on purpose.
“This counts as being petty?” Fu Yuhan snorted. “What, would you be grateful if someone screwed you over?”
Wen Yu nodded very naturally: “Yes.”
“…”
Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes.
If a person’s skin was thick enough, they were almost unbeatable in verbal sparring. He remained silent for a moment, feeling that arguing with Wen Yu was a complete waste of time.
He thought for a moment and said: “I’ll try.” Then he left.
The surrounding crowd dispersed with his movement. Fu Yuhan walked straight ahead without looking sideways, entering the school gate.
Just as he stepped onto the last step of the teaching building, he saw Sun Wenrui bouncing three feet high to greet him: “Holy shit, Brother Fu, you’re finally here!”
Without the person with the key, the Class 6 crowd who had arrived first were anxiously waiting in the hallway.
Fu Yuhan didn’t like others touching him and instinctively avoided a bit, walking to the door to unlock it. The crowd could finally file in.
Sun Wenrui seemed to have something to say, but just as the classroom lights were turned on, Wen Yu walked in right behind them. His words paused, and he poked Fu Yuhan: “Should we go outside to talk?”
“What’s so important that we have to go outside to say it?” Fu Yuhan wasn’t very enthusiastic.
Fang Jiayuan winked at him.
“…Is it necessary?” Fu Yuhan was somewhat speechless.
Despite saying that, he still stood up.
Before Wen Yu came, the three of them in their corner got along pretty well and formed a small group. Fu Yuhan didn’t care much about class gossip, but he at least knew some of his friends’ gossip.
Sun Wenrui disliked Wen Yu. Besides this person being too pretentious, the main reason was Chen Mengxian.
So that day, when Wen Yu sprained his ankle and bumped into Chen Mengxian’s desk halfway, Sun Wenrui was particularly unhappy.
“It’s necessary, very necessary.”
Sun Wenrui coaxed him nicely, pushing him toward the outside of the classroom. But halfway there, the PE committee member walked into the classroom from outside. Seeing Fu Yuhan, he greeted him first: “Hey, Brother Fu! Sports meet next week—you’ll handle high jump?”
“Oh.” Fu Yuhan had no objections.
Seeing this, the PE committee member smiled ingratiatingly: “How about long jump too?”
“Mm.”
“Then you’ll do relay too?”
Before Fu Yuhan could answer, Sun Wenrui backhanded the PE committee member: “Get lost, don’t be too excessive. Our Brother Fu doesn’t like running. Find someone else, don’t disturb me and Brother Fu’s conversation.”
PE committee member: “Bah.”
Fu Yuhan was pushed into the hallway by Sun Wenrui and seriously corrected him: “I’m just not good at track events, not that I don’t like them.”
“Same difference.” Sun Wenrui said.
Fang Jiayuan: “Alright, let’s get serious. What exactly do you want to say? Being all mysterious, refusing to tell me unless Brother Fu came.”
“I want to say…” Sun Wenrui licked his somewhat dry lips and glanced left and right.
For the moment, no one was passing by them.
He took a deep breath: “I’m planning to confess to Chen Mengxian during the sports meet.”
“Nice!” As a good brother, Fang Jiayuan naturally knew how long Sun Wenrui had been secretly in love with Chen Mengxian. His face immediately showed surprise: “You finally made up your mind?”
“If I don’t confess soon, her soul will be completely stolen by certain transfer students.” Sun Wenrui muttered.
Fu Yuhan was more practical: “Do you usually chat with her?”
“Not much.”
“Then where do you get the confidence to confess?” Fu Yuhan asked him. “Do you think she’ll agree?”
“Tsk, then what should I do?” Sun Wenrui was a bit anxious. “I originally thought, at least tell her I like her first, otherwise… if she ends up with that guy surnamed Wen later…”
“You don’t need to worry about that.”
“Huh?”
Both of them looked at him. Fu Yuhan paused, lowered his eyes and said: “He has someone he likes.”
Fang Jiayuan: “Who?”
“You don’t know them.”
“Someone from First High?” Sun Wenrui knew Fu Yuhan had friends at First High, so he wasn’t too surprised he would know, but this didn’t dispel his concerns. “But him having someone he likes doesn’t mean he won’t accept Chen Mengxian. He even transferred to Third High!”
The implication being that First High was far away like a distant mountain, and past crushes were like passing clouds.
Fu Yuhan really wanted to tell him this wasn’t a distance problem at all—first of all, Chen Mengxian’s gender was wrong.
But outing someone else would be too much.
Fu Yuhan remained silent for a long time, finally only saying: “He won’t. You don’t need to worry.”
Love makes people blind.
Sun Wenrui believed Fu Yuhan but instinctively doubted Wen Yu. He felt relieved for only two seconds before starting to worry about how to confess to Chen Mengxian.
He still felt it was more reliable to tell her sooner rather than later.
The three of them discussed in the hallway, completely unaware of what was happening in the classroom.
The senior students had just been tormented by the monthly exam, and there would be a parent-teacher conference in a couple days. At this time, news of an upcoming sports meet was undoubtedly very exciting.
In the past two years, seniors hadn’t participated in sports meets. Class 6 had already commemorated their “last high school sports meet” last year, so they didn’t expect to have this benefit this year. Events that usually required coaxing and blocking to get people to sign up for suddenly became very popular.
To take care of the new student, the PE committee member took the form and specifically made a round to Wen Yu’s area: “Hey, Wen Yu, how are your athletic abilities? Are you good at running?”
“So-so,” Wen Yu stretched his neck. “I’m not physically active.”
The form was casually slapped on the desk by the PE committee member. Wen Yu had good eyesight and immediately saw Fu Yuhan’s name with three checkmarks next to it, corresponding to “high jump,” “triple jump,” and “4×100 relay.”
Self-study hadn’t started yet, so the classroom was very noisy, but Wen Yu had heard the PE committee member’s conversation with Fu Yuhan clearly when he entered earlier.
“Is Brother Fu really good at high jump?” he asked.
Almost everyone in the class called Fu Yuhan “Brother Fu,” so the PE committee member didn’t think there was anything wrong with this address. He said: “Yeah, he’s good. Except for the two sports students in Class 3, Brother Fu jumps the highest in our grade.”
“I see.” Wen Yu pretended to be envious. “I’m not very good at sports. If I have to sign up for an event, can I throw shot put?”
“…Bro, that’s a girls’ event.” The PE committee member was speechless. “And our sports meet doesn’t have shot put.”
“Then can I apply to slack off?”
“You can… but I was hoping you could show your skills.” The PE committee member disappointedly picked up the form. “Since you just arrived and all.”
Wen Yu smiled: “Sorry about that.”
“It’s fine, it’s normal to not be good at sports. After all, it’s not tested in the college entrance exam.” The PE committee member said. “As long as your academic grades are good.”
He went off to recruit other participants. Wen Yu took out today’s new math paper, casually filled in the first ten multiple choice questions, and turned to glance toward the door.
The youth had long legs and a narrow waist, extremely thin, leaning against the railing and blending into the night.
Fu Yuhan’s physique did indeed look like good material for high jumping.
Wen Yu curved the corner of his lips and lowered his head to start on the fill-in-the-blanks.
It must be admitted that the boring review life of senior year was extremely incompatible with the restless hormones of young people.
The consequence of this was that even the smallest things could boil over like water poured into hot oil.
During the break in evening self-study, a scouting pioneer brought back news from outside.
“Damn! I just went to buy late-night snacks and ran into those idiots from Class 2. They said they’re going to crush our class in the relay!”
A male student shouted: “Why don’t they dare come say it to our faces? Making threats behind our backs, how cowardly.”
“They were scared to death by Brother Fu,” another male student laughed. “Last time Brother Fu said if they came again he’d break their third leg. That coward Qian Kaile wouldn’t dare come again.”
Actually they had come, but only two people were there that noon, so the others didn’t know.
The PE committee member jumped up and said: “Our class has never lost to Class 2 in relay, okay? Where do they get their confidence?”
“Who knows? Maybe they’re just optimistic.”
“Since they said that, we definitely have to completely surpass Class 2 this time.” Ge Ran stood up. “Everyone who signed up for events, work hard and try to beat Class 2 in total points. All class committee members come over, let’s have a meeting now to discuss how to arrange the opening ceremony.”
“Why is the class monitor so enthusiastic?” The PE committee member was amused.
“Because I hate shameless pests!” Ge Ran patted Xu Qianyi’s shoulder. “Our Qianqian has so many suitors, but Qian Kaile is the most disgusting!”
The whole class burst into laughter.
“Interesting.” In the corner, Wen Yu lowered his voice and asked: “If Xu Qianyi has so many suitors, why does she keep switching between different people to chase?”
He didn’t turn his head, but his volume was only loud enough for Fu Yuhan alone to hear.
Fu Yuhan glanced at him and said coldly: “How would I know?”
Wen Yu made an acknowledging sound: “Looks like I need to observe more.”
“…Are you some kind of human behavior researcher? Why do you always like meddling in such idle matters?”
“Don’t you find it interesting?” Wen Yu chuckled softly.
“…Sick.”
Fu Yuhan muttered, his gaze glancing left toward the lights of the opposite teaching building before quickly withdrawing.
He twitched the corner of his mouth and asked in a low voice: “These past few days… has Yang Fan contacted you?”
“Hmm?” Wen Yu turned back. “Are you asking if he asked me which school I plan to apply to?”
“So he did ask you.” Fu Yuhan wasn’t too surprised.
But Wen Yu was different from him. With Wen Yu’s grades, T University was easy to get into.
Fu Yuhan felt like he had eaten another big mouthful of lemon, and this lemon was one he bought himself.
Truly self-inflicted suffering.
“Mm,” Wen Yu asked, “are you planning to apply to the capital? If not, I’ll have the advantage of being close to the water tower.”
“I…”
Speaking of which, in two years, Wen Yu hadn’t actually made any substantial moves to turn him gay. Fu Yuhan didn’t think his “advantage of being close to the water tower” would really let him “get the moon first.”
But the two of them seemed to have gotten used to bickering, and he absolutely wouldn’t admit defeat verbally.
Fu Yuhan’s brain spun rapidly, thinking about how to retort this comment.
However, just then, a loud shout came from the front row.
The arts committee member’s booming voice penetrated the noise, refreshing and awakening: “Old Fu! Will you lead the formation?”
“…” Fu Yuhan sighed without even realizing it himself. “Me again?”
“Wouldn’t it be a waste not to use the school prince’s face?” The arts committee member smiled cheerfully. “Hey, actually Wen Yu is also very good-looking. How about our class puts two people in front this time? With these two as leaders, we could crush Class 2 with looks alone!”
“…Me?” Wen Yu pointed at himself, then at Fu Yuhan, his eyebrows raised high. “With him?!”
**Author’s Note:** I’m shocked that my 9 AM setting didn’t post. I was out all day and just discovered it now… Damn JJ!
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