CFHE Chapter 4

The mentally ill person about to be eliminated had just reached the senior year office when he was surrounded by onlookers.

 

Most of those who came early to see him were girls, with a few boys mixed in. The new student wasn’t intimidated either, even good-naturedly smiling at the crowd of onlookers.

 

However, the teacher started shooing people away: “Go, go! What are you doing here instead of morning self-study? New student? The new student will go to class in a moment. Isn’t it English morning self-study today? Old Yu!”

 

The “Old Yu” who was called held a tea cup and stood up from his desk, leisurely took a sip, and pointed at the pile of students watching the excitement at the door: “You all just won’t let me rest for two minutes.”

 

After speaking, he put down his cup and picked up a stack of test papers instead: “Fine then, I’ll give you two extra minutes for listening comprehension. After you finish, I can conveniently go over the answers.”

 

The students at the door: “…Teacher Yu, be human!”

 

The students driven away by test papers scattered like startled birds in the forest.

 

The middle-aged male teacher who had been guarding the door finally walked back and kindly patted Wen Yu’s shoulder: “I’ve heard all about it. Your grades were quite good at your previous school. Our Third High and First High have different teaching focuses. I hope you can leverage your strengths and avoid weaknesses to maintain good grades.”

 

“Please don’t worry.” Wen Yu nodded gracefully.

 

“Also, our class has quite a few… students with strong personalities, but they’re all good kids. The teacher hopes you can get along well with them.”

 

“Rather” strong personalities?

 

Thinking of a certain familiar face, Wen Yu’s smile deepened: “I understand.”

 

He had good looks, and his gaze always appeared extremely focused and sincere. The teacher was very satisfied with his attitude and smiled: “Now let’s talk about something else—you might not be used to things since you just arrived, there are some things you need to remember…”

 

He began recounting the school’s rules and regulations like a treasured collection.

 

The sunlight outside the window shifted angles, rolling down from the treetops. A squirrel leaped down, and sparrows fluttered up to the sky.

 

Wen Yu had chosen the class himself. Before coming, his father had asked him about it.

 

Each grade at Third High had eight classes—Classes 1 through 6 were science tracks, Classes 7 and 8 were liberal arts, with Class 1 and Class 6 being the key classes. Wen Yu had glanced at the student roster at the Academic Affairs Director’s office and said without thinking that he wanted to join Class 6.

 

Class 6’s homeroom teacher was surnamed Zhou, a male teacher who taught chemistry. He appeared to be around forty years old and was somewhat nagging.

 

“Nagging” was the conclusion Wen Yu reached after listening to school rules, teaching progress, daily schedules, and other matters explained in exhaustive detail within ten minutes.

 

There was a feeling of… wishing he had chosen Class 1 instead.

 

But though he regretted it, he showed nothing on his face. He maintained an appropriately slight smile at the corner of his mouth, nodding and agreeing from time to time. When the time was about right, he even reminded: “Teacher Zhou, morning self-study is almost over.”

 

“Oh! Look at me, talking and forgetting the time.” Teacher Zhou glanced at his watch and stood up, pointing to a small suitcase at his feet. “Come on, bring your things. I’ll take you to the class.”

 

On his first day at Third High, his new school uniform hadn’t arrived yet. To leave a “rule-abiding” impression on his homeroom teacher, Wen Yu wore his First High uniform.

 

Actually, if he had worn casual clothes and mixed in with the pile of first-year students coming to register, he wouldn’t have been so conspicuous. But wearing the rival school’s uniform was completely different.

 

Walking from the office to Class 6’s classroom required passing two other classes. With his height of over 1.8 meters and his broad shoulders and narrow waist, Wen Yu successfully became the focus of the hallway.

 

How well-connected the information network among students was—within five minutes, everyone upstairs and downstairs knew that a handsome guy from First High had transferred into Senior Class 6.

 

Wen Yu didn’t glance sideways even once, following behind his homeroom teacher with lowered brows and submissive eyes, brushing past the English teacher who had just walked out of Class 6.

 

Then he entered the classroom.

 

Dozens of pairs of eyes that had just been tortured into lifelessness by English listening comprehension suddenly lit up one by one upon seeing something fresh, curiously sizing up this new classmate.

 

Wen Yu lifted his eyelids, looked past the curious crowd, and met a cold gaze from the back row of the classroom.

 

He smiled lightly and quickly saw that face, already black as the bottom of a pot, become even blacker.

 

When Fu Yuhan got angry, his eyelids would unconsciously press downward, his brow tails would lift, and his mouth would either bulge or twist from grinding his teeth, making him look fierce and menacing.

 

He had maintained this expression ever since that pocky stick last night.

 

It was really… quite amusing.

 

And even more amusing—Class 6’s seating arrangement was 2-3-2-1 per row, exactly seven rows, with only Fu Yuhan sitting alone in the very back. The homeroom teacher pointed in that direction and said: “Wen Yu, you can sit there.”

 

“No.” Fu Yuhan spoke up immediately.

 

He pointed to several other groups nearby and said, meeting the homeroom teacher’s gaze from the podium: “There are empty seats everywhere here. You can put him anywhere, just don’t put him next to me.”

 

Wen Yu suddenly felt that besides being nagging, this homeroom teacher really had a good temper.

 

Hearing such words, not only did he not scold anyone, he even asked with interest: “Wen Yu had very good grades at First High. Wouldn’t it be good to have an honor student sit next to you to help you improve?”

 

“No.”

 

Wen Yu reasonably suspected that if this weren’t in a classroom, Fu Yuhan might have actually spat.

 

The resistance in his eyes was almost tangible.

 

“Can you tell the teacher why?” Zhou Wenkang maintained the same tone.

 

He had an easygoing temperament, but all the students in Class 6 respected him. Fu Yuhan really couldn’t say anything too outrageous to his homeroom teacher, so he had to kick the ball back: “Ask him if he’s willing to be my desk mate.”

 

The homeroom teacher turned his head.

 

Of course Wen Yu was unwilling, but seeing Fu Yuhan’s expression, he temporarily changed his mind. His words became: “Of course I’m willing. Teacher Zhou just taught me to be friendly with classmates.”

 

“Exactly!” Zhou Wenkang smiled with relief and sought opinions again: “Fu Yuhan, what do you think?”

 

Fu Yuhan: “…”

 

Go to hell, hypocrite.

 

A person’s aura was a very subtle thing.

 

Sun Wenrui in the front seat leaned back, his back against the desk, and said in a low voice: “Brother Fu, why do I feel… he looks a bit ‘pretentious’?”

 

“Shows you’re not blind yet.”

 

After Fu Yuhan finished speaking, he raised his voice a bit: “Fine, then come sit. Just don’t let certain people regret it.”

 

The first period was the homeroom teacher’s chemistry class. After arranging the seating, Zhou Wenkang opened his PowerPoint to start reviewing knowledge points. Wen Yu dragged his little suitcase, “rolling and clattering” to the back, and sat down next to Fu Yuhan.

 

Fu Yuhan glanced at him sideways and discovered the suitcase was full of completed high school textbooks.

 

Using a suitcase to drag textbooks instead of carrying them in a backpack was really ostentatious.

 

Sick.

 

Fu Yuhan withdrew his gaze.

 

Morning classes made people drowsy, and complex chemical formulas were also hypnotic. Usually at this time, Fu Yuhan would probably have already entered dreamland, but today, with the most annoying person sitting beside him, he stubbornly stayed awake through the entire class.

 

The bell finally rang, and the excitement that had been suppressed in Class 6’s classroom suddenly boiled over.

 

“Hey, new student.” After Zhou Wenkang left, Xu Qianyi immediately turned around and asked loudly: “Do you have a girlfriend?”

 

Wen Yu was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

 

The reactions of the people around were very interesting. They seemed very curious, but they didn’t show surprise at Xu Qianyi’s behavior. Quite a few people were even looking at Fu Yuhan.

 

“No,” Wen Yu decided to see what would happen.

 

“Oh,” Xu Qianyi said, “then can I chase you?”

 

Now Wen Yu noticed even more people looking at Fu Yuhan.

 

“You can, that’s your freedom,” Wen Yu said. “But personally, I think wasting time on me would be very unprofitable.”

 

“It’s fine, I don’t mind. If you don’t find it bothersome, then I’ll make my move.” Xu Qianyi finished speaking with a smile and turned her head back.

 

Sun Wenrui turned around gloomily: “Brother Fu, interview—what are your thoughts?”

 

“What thoughts could I have?” Fu Yuhan snorted coldly.

 

The subtle atmosphere in the classroom suddenly connected with the conversation he’d heard yesterday. Wen Yu reached out to pat Sun Wenrui and asked: “Excuse me, is the girl just now the class beauty you mentioned yesterday?”

 

“Yes.” Sun Wenrui’s smile was somewhat mocking. “Congratulations. Our class beauty was chasing Brother Fu just a while ago. Poor Brother Fu—two years of high school and he hasn’t dated anyone.”

 

Wen Yu figured Fu Yuhan wouldn’t feel “poor” about such things.

 

But he still smiled, reaching over to pull the backpack he’d never opened and fishing something out of it.

 

“I see,” Wen Yu smiled until his eyes crinkled, his voice gentle and light, as if he really were some kind of benevolent little angel. “Then I should apologize to Fu Yuhan. I’ll use this as compensation.”

 

He placed a purple fuzzy object on Fu Yuhan’s desk.

 

—It was the Gastly plush doll he hadn’t taken away yesterday.

 

Fu Yuhan’s gaze dropped down, then quickly moved to the other’s face, his voice squeezed between his teeth: “Wen Yu.”

 

“Mm?”

 

“Does picking fights make you this happy?”

 

Wen Yu pretended to think: “The experience is decent.”

 

“Yang Fan isn’t here, so stop pretending to be gentle, courteous, and yielding. Isn’t it tiring to live like that?”

 

Fu Yuhan said this very quietly—besides himself, probably only Wen Yu sitting next to him could hear clearly. After speaking, he pulled out a large notebook from his drawer, stood up, and looked down at his new desk mate from above: “Do you know about the empty building across from the playground?”

 

His posture, expression, and tone made it look to anyone like a big fight was about to break out. The classmates who hadn’t had time to leave the classroom all turned their gazes over.

 

Wen Yu wasn’t intimidated by him at all, smiling and nodding: “I know now.”

 

“I’ll wait for you there after school,” Fu Yuhan said. “Let’s have a fight.”

 

It was for that pocky stick, or perhaps for all the open and covert conflicts from before.

 

But by afternoon, all of senior year knew about the two handsome guys from Class 6 planning to fight over class beauty Xu Qianyi.

 

Wen Yu finally understood where Fu Yuhan’s rumors came from.

 

With Third High’s rumor mill spreading misinformation like this, it was really a waste they weren’t entertainment reporters.

 

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