“They’re going too far!”
When Wen Yu walked down, the people from their class gathered together all looked displeased, indignantly talking over each other: “Class 2 people don’t even want face for points?”
“I’m going to report this to the podium.”
“Right, go report it, they injured someone!”
“Forget it, don’t talk about it anymore. My injury isn’t that serious anyway.” Sun Wenrui’s face was also dark. “We don’t have evidence either. In that situation, anyone would see it as accidental—he fell himself, could he still control his direction?”
His foot had been bandaged. Wen Yu looked from the outer circle and couldn’t see the specific injury.
“You’re bleeding,” Ge Ran frowned. “Call your dad to come pick you up. I’ll tell Teacher Zhou later. You should go to the hospital for a check-up in this condition.”
“No way!” Sun Wenrui shouted. “I’m not going to the hospital, I’m fine. Today no one can take me away. I swear to live and die with Class 6!”
He spoke with particular righteousness, making everyone around laugh. The sports committee member found humor in the bitter situation: “You and Brother Fu are really good brothers—injured together, and both of you refuse to go here or there after getting hurt. If it wasn’t for the academic god’s persuasion, I think Brother Fu would still be hiding his injury.”
“Brother Fu is injured too?” Sun Wenrui had gone for check-in when Fu Yuhan was competing and knew nothing about this.
“Isn’t that right,” the sports committee member squatted down holding his head. “I have to find another person to replace someone in the relay.”
Another?
“Brother Fu isn’t running either?” Sun Wenrui asked.
“Ah,” the sports committee member was listless. “The academic god is replacing him.”
Sun Wenrui was stunned and turned back to look at Fu Yuhan, but unexpectedly as soon as he turned his head, he saw Wen Yu smiling at him: “Are you okay?”
Recently Sun Wenrui had unilaterally considered this pretentious king as a love rival. Seeing him smile made his mood even worse, and his tone immediately became unfriendly: “Won’t die.”
“Watch your attitude.” Xu Qianyi poked his back twice.
“It’s fine, I’m not very concerned either.” Wen Yu smiled. “Just asking for Fu Yuhan.”
Your relationship really improved? The people around all had strange expressions upon hearing this.
Sun Wenrui was rather thick-skinned and just said “oh” upon hearing this, then turned back to wave toward the upper stands and shouted loudly: “Brother Fu, I’m fine—”
“…” Fu Yuhan, who had been silently watching this side, turned his face to the other direction.
Shouting loudly was too embarrassing—this rare opportunity for the whole grade to sit together already had quite a few people secretly paying attention to Fu Yuhan.
Wen Yu couldn’t help but turn his head and chuckle quietly twice, very briefly, without anyone noticing.
“Anyway, Wen Yu replaces Brother Fu’s position. I still need to find someone to replace Sun Wenrui. Li Wei—”
Li Wei, who was called, looked ashen: “Bro, I have the 1500 later.”
The sports committee member’s back was patted by Xu Qianyi: “Forget it, I’ll go.”
“…” The sports committee member blinked. “How can there be girls in the relay?”
“What,” Xu Qianyi raised an eyebrow, “are you discriminating?”
Although Xu Qianyi didn’t fight with people, her presence was intimidating. With one raised eyebrow, the sports committee member cowered and quickly waved his hands: “How would I dare? But girls run slower than boys, don’t they?”
This was determined by physiological structure—it was a fact. In the grade, except for two liberal arts classes that occasionally used girls when there weren’t enough boys, for the sake of rankings, science classes basically all used male athletes.
However—
“To put it plainly, this happened because of me, so I should solve it myself.” Xu Qianyi said. “We’re seniors now. Instead of focusing on college entrance exam preparation, they spend all day thinking about these irrelevant things. These people are really bored out of their minds. Not to mention I don’t like him—when can’t you date? Why does it have to be now?”
Sun Wenrui took an arrow to the knee, the corner of his mouth twitching unnaturally.
Fang Jiayuan beside him took the initiative to help him out: “Aren’t you still chasing Wen Yu?”
Xu Qianyi was momentarily speechless.
Wen Yu: “I never agreed.”
“Right, he never agreed.” Xu Qianyi waved her hand to shoo people away. “Alright, that’s settled. I’ll replace Sun Wenrui. Class 2’s target might be the people from our class participating in the relay, or it might be everyone. In any case, everyone be careful.”
The sports committee member made another trip to the podium to change the names reported for the relay race. When he came back, he joked with everyone: “Teacher Wang from the sports group even asked why our class has so many disasters. I almost wanted to tell him about the grudges between us and Class 2.”
Sun Wenrui asked: “Chen Mengxian didn’t say anything?”
Two students were needed on the podium to handle broadcasting and reading scripts. Chen Mengxian had been called over by the grade director this morning.
“No, she wasn’t there. She went to count the lunch supplies.”
Sun Wenrui pursed his lips.
Wen Yu walked back to the back row and sat down: “Sun Wenrui likes Chen Mengxian?”
Fu Yuhan glanced at him.
“Tsk, straight guy.” Wen Yu put his hands in his pockets and shook his head.
“I don’t think I answered yet.” Fu Yuhan said.
“I guessed.” Wen Yu leaned back. “Besides, we’ve known each other for so long… hasn’t anyone told you that your reactions are easy to read?”
No one had, except Yang Fan. Everyone else said they couldn’t figure out what he was thinking.
Fu Yuhan snorted: “Then what do I mean right now?”
“You’re scoffing at my statement.”
“No, I’m wishing you good luck in the relay race.”
Wen Yu turned to look at him, his expression somewhat surprised.
“Amazing, for the sake of class ranking you’re even willing to cheer me on.”
“…” Fu Yuhan withdrew his gaze and snorted lightly. “Tch.”
Wen Yu didn’t say anything more and focused on watching the competition on the field.
The sports meet had multiple competitions running simultaneously, but the most eye-catching were always the track events that occupied the running track. The cheering from various classes rose and fell in waves. Class 6 people were lying on the railings at the bottom of the stands, each one hysterically encouraging their class athletes.
Being maliciously targeted by Class 2, everyone was holding back anger and cheering even more enthusiastically. Wen Yu even saw a petite girl from their class shout until her voice was hoarse… he just couldn’t remember what this girl’s name was.
Having been at Third High for half a month, Wen Yu had memorized fewer than ten names, let alone understanding incomprehensible things like “collective honor.”
However, this didn’t prevent him from planning to go up and run… after all, he was now considered a Class 6 person, right?
How could he… remain indifferent when seeing his classmates get injured?
“What are you thinking about?” Fu Yuhan’s slender fingers waved in front of his eyes.
Wen Yu came back to his senses: “…Hm?”
“Xu Qianyi is calling you.” Fu Yuhan said flatly.
Xu Qianyi had come to call Wen Yu for warm-up—she hadn’t had any events this morning either, so her body wasn’t warmed up. She was now standing a few steps lower, looking up, her beautiful face exposed to the light.
Several nearby classes knew about Xu Qianyi’s declaration to chase him. Wen Yu knew people were watching, but he suddenly found this scene very interesting.
After all, actually, there wasn’t much girlish flutter in Xu Qianyi’s eyes when she looked at him—it was more likely appreciation.
You can tell if someone likes you just from their eyes.
“Hey, Fu Yuhan.” Wen Yu called out to him before going down.
Fu Yuhan looked up.
“Do you want to win?”
“Don’t you?” Fu Yuhan was somewhat puzzled.
“Then… help me ask Yang Fan for some encouragement.”
“…”
Dream on.
Fu Yuhan silently rolled his eyes.
Wen Yu didn’t wait for his answer and walked away with Xu Qianyi. The handsome boy and beautiful girl walked side by side, and from behind they actually looked quite compatible.
Fu Yuhan snorted lightly, his expression suddenly becoming somewhat awkward. He paused, took out his phone from his pocket, and sent Yang Fan a message.
Fu Yuhan: Are you out of class?
Ten minutes later, Wen Yu received a screenshot of a chat record.
Fu Yuhan: Our class relay is coming up, Wen Yu is participating too.
Yang Fan: Hahaha he’s actually participating in group activities? He never gets involved in this kind of thing. Don’t ask, if you ask he’s just not physically active.
Fu Yuhan: Then give him some encouragement. This jerk says he’ll die without encouragement from good bros.
Yang Fan: You made that up, he wouldn’t talk like that.
Fu Yuhan: Right.
Yang Fan: What made you two shake hands and make peace? It’s Han Han’s love for Class 6.
Fu Yuhan: …
Yang Fan: Go Wen Yu gege [heart emoji]
“What’s so funny?” Xu Qianyi pulled two bottles of water from the vending machine and handed him one.
Wen Yu took it. “Nothing. Is it time for check-in?”
“In a bit.” Xu Qianyi asked, “Run another lap?”
“Sure.”
Fu Yuhan had been sitting in his seat the whole time. Aside from Ge Ran coming to ask about his condition, no one had approached him.
In previous years’ sports meets, he also sat in the back. The back row was quiet, and because it was inconvenient, there would be fewer gazes secretly watching him, making it more comfortable.
He brazenly stared at the two figures on the distant field, watching them run side by side slowly along the outer edge of the track for one lap, then another.
He didn’t know why they were so recognizable.
Twenty minutes later, Chen Mengxian’s clear and precise voice finally came through the broadcast: “Students participating in the relay please go to the check-in area for check-in.” Fu Yuhan watched the two people cross the field through the crowd.
This was a competition almost everyone was paying attention to, because the relay race was a class confrontation and the ranking accounted for a high proportion of today’s points.
Fu Yuhan watched as those who had been sitting in their seats all rushed to the first row. When they couldn’t stand there anymore, they squeezed backward, packing three rows full.
“Class 6—”
“Go—”
The crowd began shouting sporadically, warming up the atmosphere.
It looked a bit silly.
Fu Yuhan originally didn’t want to go over, but suddenly remembered Yang Fan telling him in a message just now that “Wen Yu never signs up for events at sports meets and often asks for leave from PE class because he’s afraid of old injuries recurring,” and his heart inexplicably stirred.
…After all, he was replacing himself.
The grudge could… be temporarily set aside.
He supported himself on the chair back and slowly stood up, moving down step by step.
When the freshman competition started, he had just reached the third row, standing out like a crane among chickens at the back of the crowd.
“Brother Fu?” Sun Wenrui also had an injured foot and hadn’t squeezed to the very front, so he happened to stand with Fu Yuhan. “How come you came down?”
“Taking a look.” Fu Yuhan looked down at his foot wrapped in white bandages. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. What about you, Brother Fu? Where are you injured?”
“Pulled muscle.” Getting injured from high jump was a bit embarrassing, so Fu Yuhan didn’t want to talk about it much and changed the subject. “You got stepped on by spikes and still won’t go to the hospital?”
“It wasn’t a direct hit… I’ve already prepared my gift and haven’t given it out yet.” Sun Wenrui said this very quietly. “How can I leave?”
Fu Yuhan suddenly understood Wen Yu’s “tsk, straight guy” comment. He shook his head: “Really don’t value your life… remember to get it checked after this afternoon ends.”
Sun Wenrui smiled particularly obsequiously: “Yes sir, Brother Fu!”
The relay race followed the order of freshmen, sophomores, then seniors. At 11:55 AM, the senior athletes stood on the track.
The field was 400 meters around. First were classes 1 through 4. When Class 2 ran, Class 6 kept booing.
Visually it was indeed the case—among the regular classes, Class 3 had the most sports students, so their results always led the pack during sports meets. The other three classes that had to relay simultaneously with Class 3 due to class numbering were all under considerable pressure.
Anyone who had run knew that running with someone who was always slightly faster could bring up your speed, but if your opponent was much faster, it was easy to get discouraged.
As soon as Class 3 lifted their legs, Classes 1, 2, and 4 all fell far behind, and their final results were indeed not ideal.
“Go go go! The situation is great!” The sports committee member shouted one last time before going to take position.
The four legs were positioned at different spots around the field for baton handoffs: first leg Zhao Lei, second leg Xu Qianyi, third leg Wen Yu, fourth leg was the sports committee member himself.
Actually, before the race started, each class would inquire about the other classes’ relay participants. It was an open secret that Class 6 hadn’t changed people for the past two years, so seeing Class 6 even bring up their class beauty caused an uproar in the senior stands.
The neighboring Class 7 monitor started yelling: “Ge Ran! What’s going on with your class? How come even Sister Xu is up there!”
“She volunteered!” Ge Ran strained her thin voice.
“The transfer student is up too? Can he run well?”
“I don’t know! Go ask our class sports committee member!”
“Brother Fu isn’t running this year?”
Ge Ran couldn’t answer and looked back at Fu Yuhan. Fu Yuhan had been watching the field and was distracted, not hearing clearly: “What?”
Ge Ran pointed to Class 7.
Fu Yuhan turned his head and saw Ye Kai standing tall, shouting “Brother Fu, why aren’t you running?” Fu Yuhan was speechless and asked back: “You have the nerve to ask me?”
“What did I do?”
“Thanks to you,” Fu Yuhan pointed to his waist, “I twisted it this morning.”
Ye Kai held his head in a “scream” pose: “Brother Fu, I’m sorry—”
Fu Yuhan was about to answer when a gust of wind blew over.
Bang! The starting gun fired.
At that moment, all sincere apologies and fake accusations became unimportant. The people around started shouting, cheering for their respective groups.
Fu Yuhan’s ears kept hearing phrases like “Class 5 go,” “Class 6 must win,” “Class 7 is the coolest.” He turned back, his gaze unconsciously falling on the third leg closest to the senior stands.
Wen Yu had somehow gotten a starting block. He crouched on it with one foot forward and one back, his head turned to look behind.
In fact, without training, ordinary people using a crouching start would actually affect their speed. Fu Yuhan didn’t know if Wen Yu could do it, but he instinctively felt Wen Yu wasn’t showing off.
First leg Zhao Lei started quickly, staying close to Class 5.
Classes 7 and 8 were liberal arts classes with more girls and fewer boys, putting them at a disadvantage in relays. So the relay among the last four classes was actually a war between Classes 5 and 6.
Zhao Lei was considered a runner in Class 6, but compared to Class 5, he was still a bit lacking. Throughout the first leg, he trailed the Class 5 athlete by about one person’s distance, but at least he didn’t fall behind.
Moreover, during the baton handoff, Class 5’s baton dropped halfway, probably costing half a second, which was enough for Xu Qianyi to catch up.
She shot out.
Xu Qianyi was tall with long legs, taking large strides and running quite fast. The freshmen and sophomores watching for excitement were all cheering her on.
But unfortunately, Class 5’s second leg was a boy who was usually good at running, and he overtook her after the halfway point of the 100 meters.
Fu Yuhan saw Wen Yu get into starting position, his right hand reaching backward.
Xu Qianyi had already given her all. At least she hadn’t let the gap widen too much. Just as Class 5’s third leg shot out, she had already stuffed the relay baton into Wen Yu’s hand. The youth’s ankle moved, and kicking off the starting block, his whole body “flew” out.
“Go Wen Yu—” Xu Qianyi yelled forward at the top of her lungs.
“Holy shit! Is this transfer student in your class a flying man?”
“Can sports students transfer into Class 6?”
“Bullshit, this is the grade’s first place in monthly exams. He got into Class 6 on merit, okay?”
The neighboring Class 7 was almost dying of envy, while Class 6 completely exploded, each person yelling hoarsely at the track.
Chen Mengxian desperately announced over the broadcast: “Athletes go! Athletes go!” Her tone made people suspect that if the teachers weren’t nearby, she might have wanted to directly shout “Go Class 6.”
10 meters, 5 meters… 5 meters, 10 meters…
Wen Yu quickly overtook Class 5’s third leg and expanded his advantage in an extremely short time. The wind blew up his bangs and filled his school uniform.
Class 6 people were almost going crazy. They could dominate the entire grade in exams, but had never had such a huge advantage at a sports meet. Wen Yu handed the baton to the sports committee member, ran forward a bit more himself, didn’t go to the check-in area, and slowly walked toward the stands.
Class 6’s sports committee member truly lived up to being their class’s athletic pride, easily taking first place in their group with a huge advantage. The scores still needed time to calculate. Wen Yu slowly walked back under the stands and received an enthusiastic welcome from Class 6 students.
“Holy shit, Wen Yu, you’re fucking amazing!”
“So awesome, my bro, do you have motors on your feet?”
Wen Yu smiled without responding, calming his breathing.
The sports committee member ran up from behind in three steps and hooked his arm around Wen Yu’s neck: “Damn, with this level you dare say you’re not physically active? If we weren’t graduating next year, I’d definitely sign you up for four running events!”
He had only been here for half a month and still maintained a vague sense of distance from most people in the class—of course, part of it was because Wen Yu actively maintained that distance—but in this instant, the moment he overtook Class 5’s third leg, this collective accepted him.
It felt very wonderful.
Wen Yu was bumped by the sports committee member and staggered, his movement subtly pausing. Then he pulled off the sports committee member’s arm and joked half-seriously: “I have a glass constitution, I’ll break if I move.”
Soon Zhao Lei and Xu Qianyi also returned, laughing and joking with Wen Yu.
Fu Yuhan withdrew his gaze, silently turned around amidst everyone’s excitement, and slowly walked back to his own seat.
After the relay race came the lunch break. Class monitors organized people to get lunch boxes, and the stadium became rarely quiet. The noon sun was fierce, with only a bit of shade behind the stands. Students in the front rows took their lunch boxes and moved their bags to the back, leaving the first three rows empty in the sunlight.
Fu Yuhan was originally sitting in a very back position, completely in shadow. Before long, the podium broadcast the final relay results. His hand playing with his phone paused as he listened.
Something swung into his peripheral vision. Fu Yuhan instinctively leaned back, and when he looked closely, it was Wen Yu handing him a bottle of ice water.
In the particularly bright sunlight, even standing in shadow, people seemed to have a soft-focus effect. Wen Yu still had sweat on his forehead, his face still wearing that annoying “standard” smile.
“Senior year relay first place—”
“Senior Class 3, 39.58 seconds.”
“Senior year relay second place—”
“Senior Class 6, 41.06 seconds.”
…
“Take it, are you stupid?” Against the background of the broadcast, Wen Yu shook the water bottle in his hand. “Hurry up, I also got you food.”
Fu Yuhan came back to his senses and took the items: “Thanks.”
“Just convenient, since your good friend Sun Wenrui can’t walk.” Wen Yu handed him both the water and lunch box. “I guessed you wouldn’t want Ge Ran bringing you food.”
“…Why?”
“She’s interested in you, can’t you tell?” Wen Yu sat down next to him. “You gay guy better not delay her.”
This morning they had been separated by three seats, now only one remained.
The stadium chairs were particularly small. Two tall boys with long arms and legs sitting with one seat between them could almost be called “shoulder to shoulder.”
Fu Yuhan’s expression went blank for a moment.
He normally had no expression anyway, and blank was also no expression, but somehow Wen Yu could tell his confusion: “What, you didn’t know?”
Fu Yuhan shook his head.
“It’s pretty obvious,” Wen Yu smiled. “She looks at you differently.”
“…”
Fu Yuhan digested this for a while before saying: “Can’t tell. Someone who usually doesn’t remember people’s names is quite good at discovering gossip.”
“Observing humans is my hobby, but have you ever seen a researcher ask lab mice their names?”
“…Psycho.”
Fu Yuhan lowered his head to open his lunch box, took a bite, and looked away, not looking at Wen Yu: “When I said thanks just now, it wasn’t for the lunch box.”
“Hm?” Wen Yu turned his head.
“It was for winning the competition for Class 6.”
“…I didn’t do it for Class 6.” Wen Yu said. “I just wanted to maintain my ‘model student’ image.”
“…Heh,” Fu Yuhan snorted coldly. “Isn’t it tiring to live like that?”
His voice was very light, not really a question, just a complaint.
But Wen Yu heard it, heard it very clearly.
His expression shifted.
“Did you sprain your ankle?”
“It’s okay,” Wen Yu’s gaze was distant. “Not a big problem.”
“Oh, alright then.”
The relay victory kept Class 6 excited all through lunch. In the opening ceremony and relay, the two highest-scoring events, they had already beaten Class 2.
There was about an hour of rest time at noon. Chen Mengxian briefly returned to the class from the podium. Sun Wenrui dragged his lame leg to find Fu Yuhan, the second injured person, for moral support.
He planned to call Chen Mengxian behind the stands to confess after she finished eating.
Fang Jiayuan had already gone ahead with the chocolate he had prepared in advance.
Fu Yuhan wasn’t optimistic, but couldn’t resist Sun Wenrui’s enthusiasm, so he followed along and stood in the corridor waiting for results.
Fang Jiayuan delivered the gift and withdrew, leaving space for those two, coming over to stand with Fu Yuhan.
“Brother Fu, do you think he can succeed?”
Fu Yuhan said: “Not very optimistic.”
“I think so too.” Fang Jiayuan looked inside somewhat enviously, even though he couldn’t see anything. “But it’s really nice to have someone you like… this is what youth is about.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Fu Yuhan said coldly. “Unrequited love is the most painful.”
“Why are you so experienced?” Fang Jiayuan made a surprised sound. “Brother Fu, you wouldn’t also…”
“No.” Fu Yuhan interrupted him and lifted his chin toward outside. “Is something happening out there? It’s so noisy, go check it out?”
Fang Jiayuan was dying of curiosity about the “unrequited love” topic, but didn’t dare press Fu Yuhan further, looking at him eagerly.
Fu Yuhan gave him a cold look: “It’s not convenient for me to walk around much.”
“…Sigh.” Fang Jiayuan resignedly went to inquire.
He didn’t come back for quite a while.
It wasn’t a big deal. When cleaning up lunch box trash, the life committee members from Class 6 and Class 2 had a narrow encounter and got into another argument, which triggered a small-scale multi-person verbal battle that was eventually stopped by Director Yao.
Fu Yuhan wasn’t very interested. He didn’t like verbal fights—he’d rather think about what to do about the triple jump this afternoon.
The injury felt a bit better, but still hurt somewhat.
“Can you go up directly from the back?” he suddenly asked.
“There is a staircase.” Fang Jiayuan said. “What, you want to go up? Old Sun is still back there.”
“From the sounds, they’ve moved further inside. Can you go check? This stretch of road is a bit long.”
“Sure.”
Fang Jiayuan carefully moved to the corner and looked right, indeed seeing a piece of clothing near the storage area further inside. The upward staircase was right beside it.
“You can go, Brother Fu.” Fang Jiayuan waved. “But what are you going up for?”
“To get medicine, afraid I won’t make it to triple jump this afternoon.” Fu Yuhan patted him. “Wait here, I’ll come down in a bit.”
“Okay.”
Fu Yuhan slowly walked over.
He had to try to keep his waist straight, his movements somewhat awkward. By the time he climbed to the second floor, quite some time had passed.
The staircase exit here was above the stands, closer to Fu Yuhan’s own seat.
Unexpectedly, just as he turned out from the exit, he saw Wen Yu straightening up, stuffing a bottle into a bag beside him.
But that bag wasn’t Wen Yu’s—it was Fu Yuhan’s.
Looking at the medicine bottle… it seemed to be that bottle of Yunnan Baiyao.
…
Didn’t he say his foot was fine?
Fu Yuhan stood there watching for a while and let out a long breath.
He didn’t plan to expose him. He waited about two minutes before going back to get medicine. After getting it, he walked toward the back.
Wen Yu looked back but didn’t call him.
Fu Yuhan hid in the staircase to apply medicine to himself. When he got downstairs, he found Chen Mengxian had already left. Fang Jiayuan and Sun Wenrui were standing side by side at the first-floor staircase entrance.
Hearing Fu Yuhan coming downstairs, both looked up.
Fu Yuhan glanced down: “How did it go?”
“She said she’d go back and think about it.” Sun Wenrui looked dejected. “She didn’t accept the gift either, said she was on a diet.”
“What did you give her?”
“Chocolate.”
“…”
Sun Wenrui tugged at the hair on top of his head and wailed: “What if she really falls for Wen Yu!”
“…Anyway, Wen Yu won’t like her.” Fu Yuhan consoled dryly.
“Although you said he has someone he likes, saying it like this makes it sound like Chen Mengxian isn’t good enough for him…” Sun Wenrui was somewhat resentful. “Very annoying, Brother Fu.”
“I apologize.” Fu Yuhan said. “Should we go back? Triple jump is at two, I should go prepare.”
“Let’s go! Turn heartbreak into motivation and crush Class 2!”
Fu Yuhan paused: “Actually, her not directly refusing means you have hope. Don’t be too sad.”
“Really?” Sun Wenrui’s face lit up.
“Really, if you work hard, you have a chance.”
After all, there weren’t any insurmountable obstacles between heterosexuals.
With the relay ranking as a foundation, Fu Yuhan’s pressure wasn’t as great in the afternoon. He had always been first in the grade for triple jump before, but with his back injury this time, he only got third place.
Still acceptable.
But strangely, when he returned, he found that Wen Yu, who had no events, wasn’t in his seat, nor was he on the field—at least not anywhere Fu Yuhan could see at a glance.
He couldn’t have gone to confess to someone too, could he? Fu Yuhan was startled by his own sudden thought.
“Fu Yuhan!” Ge Ran suddenly ran back from outside, seeing him and “thump thump thump” running up the stands.
The girl was out of breath, her face flushed from exercise.
Suddenly remembering what Wen Yu had said at lunch about “she’s interested in you,” Fu Yuhan felt inexplicably uncomfortable: “What’s wrong?”
“Qian Kaile and his group went out during lunch break when the doors were open, and they dragged Qianqian out too. They haven’t come back yet.” Ge Ran was almost crying from anxiety. “It’s been over an hour! I called Qianqian but she didn’t answer. Now the main gate is closed and I can’t get out. Do you have any way to contact Wen Yu?”
Fu Yuhan was stunned: “What does this have to do with Wen Yu?”
“I heard someone say he went with them.” Ge Ran said. “Can you help me ask?”
“…Him?” Fu Yuhan took out his phone. “What’s he doing there? I saw him in his seat just before my competition.”
“I don’t know… I have to go compete in standing long jump soon and can’t keep looking for her.”
Ge Ran was a very organized person. This was the first time Fu Yuhan had seen her so anxious.
“I’ll go look.” Fu Yuhan sighed. “Go compete, don’t worry.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s nothing.” Fu Yuhan walked down from the stands.
The phone receiver emitted a long, monotonous “beep beep” sound. After three rings, the call was hung up.
“…” This person really.
Fu Yuhan went to the infirmary and used his back injury as an excuse to need to go to the hospital, asking the doctor to write him a pass to leave.
Wen Yu’s messag
e came just then.
Wen Yu: Something wrong?
Fu Yuhan: Where are you?
Wen Yu: [Location sharing]
Fu Yuhan clicked to look and found he was in the market behind the stadium.
Fu Yuhan: What are you doing there?
Wen Yu: Watching someone confess.
Wen Yu: Coming?
Fu Yuhan: Is today confession season?
Wen Yu: ?
Fu Yuhan: Nothing, I’m coming over now.
Wen Yu replied after two minutes.
Wen Yu: Walk slowly, no rush.
**Author’s Note:** A longer update =A=
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