He spoke as if they understood each other very well.
Wen Yu curved the corner of his lips, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
“So,” he skipped this topic, “I’m here, how do you want to fight?”
“I want to…”
Fu Yuhan’s gaze naturally fell on his lips.
The night before, he had watched him bite a pocky stick and kiss Yang Fan.
He had wanted to throw a punch last night, but Yang Fan and the others were all there, so he didn’t dare do anything. Secret love, especially secretly loving a straight guy, really made one humble to the bone. He had many unspoken longings that could only be subtly melted into his pen tip.
—And then the three boxes of old drawings that hid so many longings were sold today by He Yan on a whim.
That was a secret belonging only to him, so he couldn’t even find someone to complain to.
The accumulated silt was unexpectedly gouged out, memories rushing out with a whoosh, leaving an empty, ugly hole. Cold wind whistled back and forth through it, chilly.
Rather than anger, he suddenly felt confused.
Fu Yuhan was momentarily lost in thought, his dark eyes like a pool of stagnant water without any ripples.
This lifeless appearance was completely different from when he had arranged the fight this morning—although he had no expression then, there was light in his eyes. Wen Yu’s lashes trembled lightly, as if touched, and somehow he wanted to provoke him.
“If you keep staring at my lips,” he chuckled softly, “I’ll think you want to kiss me.”
“…”
Fu Yuhan indeed showed a bit of disgust: “Aren’t you disgusting?”
Wen Yu just smiled without speaking.
“I’m just suddenly a bit curious.” That bit of disgust brought a brief liveliness that quickly settled down again. Fu Yuhan looked at his lips again: “Does it feel good to kiss… him?”
Wen Yu was stunned for a moment before realizing he was asking about Yang Fan, so he laughed shortly: “You’ve known each other for so many years, and you’ve never even ‘touched’ him?”
“I discovered my sexual orientation very early. How could I touch him? Except for taking him home when he’s drunk, I’ve never even hugged him.” Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes. “I always felt it would be too profane.”
Wen Yu was speechless.
Fu Yuhan was acting strange today, not even having the energy to bicker with him, starting to analyze his inner thoughts after just a few sentences.
And this thought process… what a real bodhisattva.
He was a bodhisattva, but Wen Yu wasn’t. He chuckled lightly and said gracefully: “It was pretty good, quite soft.”
After speaking, Wen Yu saw Fu Yuhan’s expression involuntarily twist: “So yesterday, did you plan it with them?”
Set up a trap, steal a kiss.
“Yeah.” Wen Yu knew how to provoke him fastest. “Why don’t you discuss it with them too? Next time Yang Fan loses, get them to cheer for him to play with you once?”
Seeing the other show the expected displeased expression, Wen Yu was secretly delighted.
At this moment, urgent footsteps suddenly came from behind him. Within ten seconds, someone hurriedly ran into the empty building. When he turned back to look, it was actually the class beauty who had “confessed” to him in front of the whole class this morning.
“Hah… hah…” Xu Qianyi had probably jogged all the way here. She was breathing heavily, looking toward Fu Yuhan: “I saw the classroom door wasn’t locked yet, so you’re really here… you two didn’t fight, did you? That’s great… whew…”
Fu Yuhan was already annoyed and his attitude wasn’t good: “You specially ran over just for this?”
“Yeah.” Xu Qianyi said, “If you two really fought, wouldn’t I become the criminal?”
Wen Yu on the side pressed his lips together, lowered his gaze, not knowing whether he should tell the truth.
“It’s not because of you.” Fu Yuhan was more direct than him, frowning: “It’s because he and I have a grudge.”
“I know. Could I be so narcissistic as to think you like me? But I’m today’s rumored female lead. If you two end up with black eyes and swollen faces, what should I say when Teacher Zhou asks?”
Fu Yuhan glanced at her.
“Eh,” only then did Xu Qianyi notice something was wrong, “you’re in a bad mood today?”
This was pure nonsense—Fu Yuhan’s unhappiness was very obvious.
He didn’t answer, lowering his head to take out his suddenly vibrating phone to look at it.
His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. Fu Yuhan dropped a “wait a moment” and brought the phone to his ear, naturally walking toward the other end of the empty building, his voice very low.
Xu Qianyi tugged at her bag strap, her toes idly kicking the ground, her expression calm.
“You two seem to have a good relationship?” Wen Yu smiled at her. “Sun Wenrui told me today that you were chasing Fu Yuhan before.”
“Mm?” Xu Qianyi was slightly stunned, then smiled gracefully: “Ah, not really. I’ve said I’d chase any good-looking guy in our school. Actually I just chase casually, I’m just a looks-obsessed person. I won’t harass you often, don’t be afraid.”
“…”
This answer really surprised Wen Yu. He blinked and quickly smiled: “I wouldn’t say afraid—being chased by such a beautiful girl should be my honor.”
“Thanks.” Xu Qianyi said carelessly, “You’re much cuter than Fu Yuhan—that guy is just a block of stone.”
“Why a stone?”
“Stubborn and unfeeling.”
Wen Yu couldn’t help but laugh, lowering his head to chuckle for a while before looking up with a smile: “If he’s so terrible, why did you still chase him?”
“Actually I never really chased him. I was just using him to ward off unwanted suitors back then—it was agreed upon.” The girl calmly glanced at Fu Yuhan’s back as he walked toward the corner, saying softly, “This person has a dog’s temper… but he’s actually quite nice. When I asked if he could help me out, he didn’t object at all.”
Wen Yu raised an eyebrow.
This description was actually getting closer to Yang Fan’s portrayal of him, sounding somewhat interesting.
He hoped his senior year life could be a bit more “entertaining,” so as not to waste all the trouble of transferring schools across a city.
“It’s good that you two didn’t fight.” Xu Qianyi didn’t see his expression and continued talking to herself, “Don’t let Fu Yuhan’s thinness fool you—he’s really good at fighting. I was afraid you’d suffer.”
“Do I look weak?”
“Mm,” she nodded, “you look like you can’t fight… all scholarly and refined.”
Wen Yu snorted with laughter, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
From his back to his legs, everything was straight. Standing there, he indeed had quite an elegant bearing. At least from this appearance… Xu Qianyi calling him “scholarly and refined” wasn’t wrong.
At this moment, Fu Yuhan put away his phone and walked back. His eyelids drooped, his expression even darker than before taking the call—now not just familiar people, even a fool could see his gloominess. He walked to the windowsill, picked up his sketchbook, and headed out with a cold face: “Let’s call it off for today. I suddenly have something urgent.”
His brows unconsciously furrowed. Before he realized it, Wen Yu had already reached out to grab his arm: “Hey.”
Fu Yuhan turned back, a trace of coldness in his eyes: “Do you want a beating that badly?”
“You asked me to meet, I specially came, and now you want to leave.” Wen Yu sneered, “Fu Yuhan, do you have any manners?”
“No.”
Fu Yuhan tried to struggle free but couldn’t break his grip. Instead, his arm was scraped painfully by the hard edges of the paper. He couldn’t help but frown and look down: “What are you holding?”
“Test papers distributed today.”
Fu Yuhan showed an expression of “are you academic achievers all mentally ill?”: “You had to bring them?”
Wen Yu smiled: “They’re yours.”
Fu Yuhan: “…”
The other’s sudden kindness made it somewhat impossible for him to maintain his sour face. He said awkwardly: “Thanks… but you don’t need to give them to me. I probably won’t have time to do them tonight.”
Wen Yu remained unmoved.
“Let go…” Fu Yuhan was getting impatient, “If you really want to fight that badly, can we arrange it again tomorrow? I really have urgent business.”
“What urgent business?”
“Is it any of your concern?”
“You’re standing me up because of it, so I should at least hear the reason.” Wen Yu tilted his head, “Be fair.”
Just looking at his leisurely expression, you’d never imagine how much force he was using to grip Fu Yuhan’s hand.
Fu Yuhan had already lost three boxes of drawings today, and his other hand held one of the precious few remaining sketchbooks. He really didn’t want to actually fight with him.
But the other seemed like a crab spirit reincarnated—the restraint couldn’t be broken no matter what. Half angry and half helpless, he said: “My sister was hospitalized, I need to go over… can you let go now?”
There seemed to be something indescribable mixed in with that resentment. Wen Yu was slightly stunned and suddenly loosened his grip.
Fu Yuhan rubbed the spot where he’d been gripped and walked away without looking back.
As evening approached, the golden sunset glow covering the ground gradually slanted, and the air around the empty building began to cool.
Perhaps for this reason, Fu Yuhan’s retreating figure looked somewhat desolate. Wen Yu’s eyes flickered, unable to understand what this sudden strange feeling in his heart was.
Footsteps went down the stairs. After a long silence, Xu Qianyi came back to her senses and sighed: “Poor thing.”
Wen Yu turned his head: “Mm?”
“His sister’s health has never been good, and their family… it’s hard to describe, but it’s quite complicated.” Xu Qianyi shook her head, “Do you know how Old Fu became famous at Third High?”
“How?”
“On the first day of freshman registration, he came to school with his mom, right at the school gate—” Xu Qianyi lifted her chin, “he hit his mom. How cool is that? Became famous in one battle.”
“…”
“Really?” Wen Yu didn’t quite believe it.
“Don’t know, but that’s what everyone says.”
“You mean the same ‘everyone’ who said you and Fu Yuhan were preparing to fight to the death over you?”
“…You make a good point.” Xu Qianyi paused, “But it’s true that his mom often forces him to take care of his sister. Not to mention distant examples, just two weeks ago, he didn’t come to supplementary classes one day. When asked, they said he took his sister to the hospital for a check-up. I find it strange—we’re seniors now, shouldn’t his mom prioritize his studies?”
Wen Yu blinked.
After Xu Qianyi finished her meaningless complaints, she also felt she’d gone too far off topic. She apologized to Wen Yu and left the empty building too.
The sunset gradually hid behind clouds, and the evening breeze began to rise. Wen Yu looked at the test papers in his hand and suddenly remembered Fu Yuhan’s listless expression when he first arrived at the empty building.
Was he troubled because of family matters?
He suddenly softened.
Forget it.
Today, his understanding of Fu Yuhan had quite a large span—he needed to go back and think it over carefully. After all, it was their first day as classmates, so it might be better to be peaceful.
There were countless ways to provoke him; there was no need to lie about such things. Besides, he was… quite amusing to tease.
The two words “forget it” had the power to make one reconcile with the whole world.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu took out his phone and typed two lines in his chat with Fu Yuhan.
Wen Yu: I was lying to you, I didn’t kiss him.
Wen Yu: Didn’t even touch.
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