Wen Yu suddenly looked at him: “Why do you suddenly want to borrow notes?”
“Hey, it’s just…” Fang Jiayuan glanced toward Sun Wenrui and smiled awkwardly at Wen Yu. “Anyway… is it okay?”
“I don’t mind.” Wen Yu said, pulling out several thin notebooks from his desk. “I don’t think you’ll necessarily understand them.”
Fang Jiayuan took the notebooks. At this time, a boy nearby came over: “Was Brother Yu also first in grade at First High?”
“Mm.” Wen Yu lowered his gaze. Compared to exam topics, he was more concerned about this map.
Wen Yu’s notes were very simple—sometimes he could write a sentence as just two characters that only he could understand. But top students’ notes carried a halo. Although Fang Jiayuan really didn’t understand them, they were still circulated throughout the class in a very short time for everyone to study together.
Wen Yu didn’t care about these things. He didn’t need the notebooks, and it didn’t matter if those few books wandered around all afternoon without returning.
Today his heart and mind were full of after school. As soon as the dismissal bell rang for the fourth period in the afternoon, he picked up his bag and left.
Walking through familiar streets, past his own residential complex, then onto a road he’d never walked before. After about twenty minutes, Wen Yu repeatedly compared Yang Fan’s chicken scratch drawing and felt he hadn’t found the wrong place.
Only then did he take out his phone and dial—
The first call went through, but no one answered.
The second call went through, but no one answered either.
The third…
The fourth…
…
On the eleventh call, there was finally a “click” from the other end, followed by a muffled male voice: “Hello?”
“Were you sleeping?” Wen Yu unconsciously lowered his voice.
“Wen Yu? Yeah… I was just dreaming…” Fu Yuhan seemed to yawn. “What’s wrong?”
Half asleep and half awake, Fu Yuhan’s attitude was more affectionate, not like when he was conscious and would start keeping distance from him. He was actually a bit cuter.
Wen Yu thought maliciously that it might be better if he kept having a fever.
“I came to see you.” He licked his lips and looked up at a certain window on the second floor.
If Yang Fan’s description and his comprehension were both correct, Fu Yuhan’s room should be behind that window.
“See me?” Fu Yuhan was stunned.
“Mm.” Wen Yu said. “I should be… downstairs at your house?”
There was silence on the other end for a moment, then something moved behind that window, and Wen Yu saw a person press against the window glass.
“Holy, shit.” Fu Yuhan said word by word, cursing lowly. “How did you find this place… are you a stalker?”
“I got the address from Yang Fan.” Wen Yu smiled at him from afar. “Am I a pervert in your eyes?”
Fu Yuhan paused: “Well, not really…”
He felt he might have said something a bit harsh, but unexpectedly Wen Yu said in a very happy tone: “That’s great, I’ll consider fulfilling your imagination.”
Fu Yuhan: “…”
“Good person, great hero.” He felt a headache coming on and sniffled. “In my imagination, you’re particularly upright and law-abiding, so don’t do anything weird.”
Wen Yu gripped his phone tightly.
“Then,” he looked at him from afar, “can I come up?”
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“What are you here for?” Fu Yuhan leaned against the wall by the door, particularly helpless.
After sleeping, his body didn’t feel particularly relaxed. Instead, because of taking medicine, his illness seemed to have fully manifested. From his bedroom to the door, this short distance took Fu Yuhan twenty minutes to crawl, and he was covered in cold sweat.
“To see you.” Wen Yu tugged at his bag strap, looking him up and down. “How come you seem even sicker?”
“It’s normal. After it fully manifests, I’ll be better tomorrow.” Fu Yuhan was completely pressed against the wall. “If you hadn’t come, I might have recovered even faster.”
Wen Yu was too lazy to respond to him and looked around the house.
Fu Yuhan’s home was very ordinary, a three-bedroom, one-living-room layout, somewhat cold and quiet. He scanned around and asked softly: “No one home?”
“Xiao Lu might be here,” Fu Yuhan sniffled. “My mom seemed to come back midway, then she told me she was going somewhere… I was too sleepy to hear clearly.”
Wen Yu looked at him: “Let me help you back to your room first.”
Fu Yuhan didn’t refuse. It had taken him over twenty minutes to crawl here, and he really didn’t have the strength to crawl back again. Although he didn’t want to have any close contact with Wen Yu at this critical moment, being this sick really wasn’t suitable for being stubborn.
The tall person hung on Wen Yu’s back like an octopus. Wen Yu said nothing and easily carried him back to the room.
“Do you want to throw up?”
Fu Yuhan shook his head: “I want water.”
“Where?”
“There’s a black teapot in the kitchen with cold water inside.” Fu Yuhan leaned against the headboard. “There should be clean glass cups nearby, look for them.”
“Okay.”
Wen Yu put down his bag and went to the kitchen.
Before long he returned with a cup of water, but Fu Yuhan looked closely and said helplessly: “I remember my house has quite a few cups. Why did you specifically take the one my sister uses?”
“What’s the difference?” Wen Yu really couldn’t tell.
Wasn’t it just a transparent glass cup?
“This cup has cherry blossoms on it.” Fu Yuhan squinted and said softly. “Raised patterns, can’t you see them?”
Wen Yu held it up to the light and could barely make out what seemed to be a few flower-shaped reliefs.
“Please help me change cups… if she uses Xiao Lu’s cup, she’ll cry.” Fu Yuhan looked at him. “Thank you.”
“…”
Wen Yu had never taken care of anyone and encountered trouble right from the start.
He took a deep breath, and considering Fu Yuhan’s rare vulnerable appearance, he turned and went to the kitchen.
This time he specifically found a very plain glass cup to pour water. Fu Yuhan finally didn’t make any more comments. Wen Yu supported him and watched him drink the water sip by sip. His dark, slender eyelashes drooped slightly downward like small fans, and when drinking, his Adam’s apple rolled at his throat. Because he drank urgently, there was a bit of water at the corner of his mouth.
It was quite pleasing to the eye.
Wen Yu thought about it and felt this bit of eye candy was enough to pay the interest for the back-and-forth trouble with the glass cups.
He waited for Fu Yuhan to finish drinking, then gently wiped the corner of his mouth with his index finger knuckle, and in front of Fu Yuhan, put the knuckle in his mouth and licked away that water droplet.
Fu Yuhan: “?”
Wen Yu smiled at him: “I’ve never taken care of anyone. The first time always requires some compensation.”
“…”
Fu Yuhan’s eyebrows shot up high, his lips twitched, looking completely helpless.
When he was sick, he was thinking about how to help Wen Yu make up for what he was missing, but this person was desperately trying to make the atmosphere ambiguous.
“You…” When sick, Fu Yuhan didn’t have the energy to argue. He sighed lightly. “Forget about serious dating, have you never even flirted with anyone?”
Having his charm questioned, Wen Yu raised an eyebrow: “Have you?”
“…Well no, I’m a theorist.” Fu Yuhan was stumped by him. “If you truly like someone, you’ll know what to do… because the desire to be good to them comes from instinct.”
“Tsk,” Wen Yu said disdainfully, “Teacher Fu from the Yang Fan Academy is starting to lecture again.”
Fu Yuhan chuckled lightly, closed his eyes, then opened them with difficulty.
He was still very sleepy and had to force himself to stay alert to chat with Wen Yu: “What exactly are you here for?”
“To see you, I already said.” Wen Yu paused, his gaze falling to the floor then lifting again. “I originally wanted to find you to have dinner together… but seeing your condition, it seems you can’t eat.”
Fu Yuhan looked at him.
After a moment, he spoke: “You don’t like eating alone?”
“Not really…” Wen Yu tugged at the corner of his mouth, suddenly closed his eyes briefly. “I don’t like it, is that not okay?”
“I am a bit hungry right now… though I’m also very sleepy.” Fu Yuhan said. “My temperature is high but my spirits are okay. I can accompany you to eat something light.”
Wen Yu looked at him.
Fu Yuhan: “If you don’t want to eat, forget it.”
“Let’s eat.” Wen Yu said, taking out his phone. “I’ll find some clean takeout.”
This was different from his original plan. Wen Yu hadn’t expected to do something as awkward as ordering takeout at someone else’s house.
The funniest part was that He Yan came back midway and was unexpectedly stunned to see someone in the house.
“Who are you?”
“Hello, Auntie.” Wen Yu stood up, smiled, and bowed halfway. “My name is Wen Yu, I’m Fu Yuhan’s desk mate.”
“Ah, it’s you.” The expression between He Yan’s brows relaxed. “I’ve heard Teacher Zhou mention you. Your grades are very good. I’ve been telling Fu Yuhan he should play with kids who have better grades, to help each other. His grades used to be quite good, but I don’t know what happened after high school. Sigh!”
As she spoke, she unconsciously started complaining. Wen Yu looked at her and thought to himself no wonder Fu Yuhan with that temper didn’t get along well with her.
What child would like a mother who aired their dirty laundry in front of outsiders?
But though he thought this, he showed nothing on the surface, still maintaining that particularly standard smile, saying gently: “High school knowledge is quite difficult, and the key thing is that once you fall behind in one area, it becomes very hard to catch up. Actually, Fu Yuhan has been working quite hard to make up for lost ground recently. Auntie doesn’t need to worry too much.”
“Really?” He Yan was stunned. “He never told me…” She unconsciously looked toward Fu Yuhan, but he had closed his eyes. Getting no response, she murmured, “Teacher Zhou never mentioned it either…”
“With so many students in class, Teacher Zhou is busy too.” Wen Yu smiled. “Really, Auntie, Fu Yuhan knows what he’s doing. He’s just stubborn and won’t admit it verbally.”
“…That’s true, this child has always been quiet. Oh look at me, getting carried away talking.” He Yan came to her senses and smiled too. “Wen Yu, why don’t you stay for dinner?”
“Ah, we thought Auntie wasn’t coming back, so we already ordered takeout.” Wen Yu blinked. “Since Fu Yuhan is sick, I ordered some light food. Later I’ll explain today’s class problems to him. Auntie doesn’t need to worry about us.”
Wen Yu’s mouth was most effective at coaxing teachers and parents, leaving He Yan stunned. He respectfully saw her out and closed the door.
Only then did Fu Yuhan open his eyes.
“I was thinking of repaying you…” He smirked. “But it seems like you’ve helped me again.”
“I can say this kind of nonsense hundreds of times a day. Parents love hearing this stuff.” Wen Yu sat down beside him. “But how are you planning to repay me?”
Fu Yuhan didn’t directly answer his question, instead asking: “Because parents like to hear it, you deliberately act this way? To… gain a little freedom?”
Wen Yu was stunned.
But he quickly smiled again: “I told you this kind of perceptiveness is annoying…”
“But it’s also the most interesting thing about you.”
He walked toward Fu Yuhan.
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