CFHE Chapter 61

Wen Yu was stunned for two seconds: “What do you mean by ‘make a proper one’?”

 

“Literal meaning.” Fu Yuhan said, “This one is too shabby. I’ll give you a proper lucky star in a couple days.”

 

“Okay.” Wen Yu closed his palm, staring at him, “Then I’ll wait.”

 

He spoke very slowly, each word seeming to be pulled from his heart, but unfortunately Fu Yuhan didn’t receive his signal. Before leaving, Fu Yuhan only told him “don’t delay your review.”

 

Wen Yu agreed indifferently.

 

Actually, he had a vague expectation in his heart—that he would do poorly on this competition, and when Wen Ziming found out, he would be furious.

 

He always looked forward to losing control… although every time it came to the crucial moment, he would chicken out, mechanically clean up the mess, and then everything would return to normal.

 

So pathetic.

 

He was talking about himself.

 

–

 

Generally, people who went to play basketball during PE class wouldn’t have enough fun and would only return when the next class was about to start. When the dismissal bell rang, the three seats around Fu Yuhan were still empty.

 

He had just figured out a difficult problem and looked up at Sun Wenrui’s seat amid the noisy environment, considering whether to call him to ask when he’d be back.

 

Before he could decide, a figure suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision, poking their head around the back door.

 

With all the boys from the back rows having gone to play basketball, it was completely empty, making that figure very obvious. Fu Yuhan couldn’t help but notice. He turned his head to look and was a bit surprised.

 

It was Zhou Xiangyan.

 

When their eyes met, Zhou Xiangyan showed a delighted expression and earnestly beckoned to him.

 

Fu Yuhan hesitated for a moment, but seeing that he seemed to really have something to say, he stood up.

 

“What’s the matter?” He walked to the back door.

 

“Ge,” Zhou Xiangyan called out quietly, looked around to make sure there was no one within a meter radius, then asked in a lowered voice, “I heard from Uncle Fu that you’re coming to live at home, but why haven’t I seen you come after so many days?”

 

Fu Yuhan: “…”

 

Fu Yuhan spent a second reflecting on whether he’d gotten too used to staying at Wen Yu’s place recently. Because he’d only gone home a few times total, and when he did go back he often didn’t see anyone, he’d almost forgotten about his father’s proposal.

 

“Are you…” Zhou Xiangyan looked at him carefully, “not really wanting to come?”

 

“What’s wrong,” Fu Yuhan glanced at him, “do you want me to come or not?”

 

“Of course I hope you’ll come.” Zhou Xiangyan twitched the corner of his mouth, “…I’m just afraid you don’t want to.”

 

His expression clearly showed he had something to say. Fu Yuhan raised his chin, indicating for him to go to the empty space at the end of the corridor to talk. The two walked over, and Fu Yuhan said coldly: “No one comes here, speak if you have something to say.”

 

This corridor faced outside, ending with a half-height glass railing with a black stone ledge below. Zhou Xiangyan lowered his head, anxiously kicked the stone ledge twice, and said quietly: “It’s just… I really hope you’ll come.”

 

Fu Yuhan might not have any way to deal with Wen Yu, but he was merciless when dealing with this kind of little brat. He lowered his eyes with a cold attitude: “If you don’t say it, I won’t go.”

 

Zhou Xiangyan: “…”

 

“It’s not like I don’t have anywhere to live.”

 

After Fu Yuhan finished speaking, he looked outside with indifference. The glass railing didn’t obstruct the view, and he saw a group of noisy people walking toward the teaching building below. Wen Yu stood out handsomely from the crowd, walking at the back of the group.

 

His hair was wet, either from sweat or water, with a few strands hanging over his forehead. He had taken off his long-sleeved school uniform and was carrying it in his hand, while his other hand held something white. It was too far to see clearly, but Fu Yuhan guessed it was the “lucky star” he had given him.

 

He felt there was something wrong with him, actually seeing something called “sexiness” in Wen Yu.

 

Fu Yuhan could even imagine him walking over leisurely with three buttons of his shirt collar undone and his hair wet like that.

 

By coincidence, that “sexy” wet-haired man suddenly looked up as if blessed with divine inspiration, saw Fu Yuhan standing in the corridor, and even smiled at him from afar.

 

Fu Yuhan waved at him with a straight face.

 

Zhou Xiangyan naturally noticed this. He looked down, found it had nothing to do with him, then looked at Fu Yuhan pitifully: “Ge.”

 

“Trying to get close won’t work.” Fu Yuhan said.

 

“…Alright,” Zhou Xiangyan lowered his head with a mournful expression, “Didn’t I mention last time that my mom is pregnant? Well… she’s been having severe reactions lately, and Uncle Fu told her to take leave… to rest at home.”

 

Fu Yuhan raised an eyebrow, vaguely remembering that Fu Xuecheng had indeed mentioned that Zhou Ruoyan had been staying home recently.

 

So that was the reason.

 

“She’s been in a terrible mood lately, supposedly because of the pregnancy…” Zhou Xiangyan stammered, “I… I bombed my midterm exams…”

 

Oh, the kid bombed his exams and didn’t dare go home, wanting to use him as a shield.

 

Fu Yuhan thought he was a bit stupid: “Doesn’t she scold you just the same when I’m there?”

 

“It would be a little better…”

 

“But I’m going home tonight,” Fu Yuhan looked at him, “I have things to do.”

 

Zhou Xiangyan’s head immediately dropped.

 

After less than two seconds, he raised his head again with bright eyes: “Hey? Ge, can I go to your house then?”

 

Fu Yuhan: “…”

 

“It’s… it’s okay to visit a classmate’s house, right? Auntie hasn’t met me, she wouldn’t dislike me, right?” Zhou Xiangyan counted on his fingers, thinking this was an increasingly good idea, “If I go to hang out with you, my mom can’t say anything, otherwise Uncle Fu would be unhappy… Let me hide for one night, maybe she’ll forget about this tomorrow.”

 

“Did I agree to let you stay over?” Fu Yuhan asked coldly.

 

“…” Zhou Xiangyan’s expression instantly turned mournful.

 

“Going to my house is fine, but there’s no place for you to sleep.” Fu Yuhan said, “And if the school has a parent-teacher conference, you still can’t escape.”

 

“It’s okay! I can sit in a chair all night!” Zhou Xiangyan got excited, “Thank you ge, I knew ge was the best!”

 

“…Just don’t disturb me.”

 

“I won’t, I won’t, I’ll definitely be as quiet as a chicken!”

 

Zhou Xiangyan left gratefully.

 

When Wen Yu came upstairs, he only caught sight of Zhou Xiangyan’s back as he turned the corner and left, while Fu Yuhan had already returned to his seat, looking down and concentrating on thinking about error corrections.

 

“What did Zhou Xiangyan just come to find you for?” Wen Yu plopped down in his chair.

 

Fu Yuhan turned his head to glance at him.

 

Because of the exercise, his complexion was redder than usual, and his hair was probably wet from washing his face. Just sitting there, Fu Yuhan could feel a wave of heat coming toward him.

 

Wen Yu was stunned: “Is there something wrong with me?”

 

Fu Yuhan shook his head and pulled out a pack of tissues from his drawer: “Dry off the water.”

 

Wen Yu took them and wiped while looking at him.

 

“Zhou Xiangyan bombed his exams and doesn’t dare go home,” Fu Yuhan said briefly, “asked if he could come to my house to hide.”

 

“…And then?” Wen Yu asked without much hope.

 

“I agreed.”

 

“…”

 

As expected, he knew it.

 

Wen Yu sighed helplessly and looked at him: “You’re really good to the people around you, huh?”

 

“It’s just a small favor, help when you can, it doesn’t affect me much.” Fu Yuhan was a bit puzzled, “Didn’t I also find you games to play?”

 

Yes, that’s right.

 

This kind of indiscriminate “goodness” hit Wen Yu like being punched hard by a fist wrapped in soft cotton—he couldn’t express his suffering.

 

He could only comfort himself that at least Fu Yuhan wouldn’t fold lucky stars out of napkins for just anyone.

 

That star was so fragile. As soon as he got to the basketball court, he took off his jacket and used it to create a protective area for the lucky star on the bench under the basketball hoop, which was the only way he could bring it back intact.

 

He placed the lucky star right in the middle of his drawer, in a position where he could see it as soon as he looked down.

 

Fu Yuhan naturally saw it too and said casually: “Just throw it away when it’s about time.”

 

“How can I throw this away?” Wen Yu glanced at him.

 

“I just folded it randomly to humor you,” Fu Yuhan probably thought of an approach and started writing “swish swish” on his notebook, saying while writing, “This one breaks too easily. Wait until I make you a new one before you keep it.”

 

“…”

 

Wen Yu silently sighed.

 

Given: Fu Yuhan didn’t care at all about the gift he gave, but personally said the words “humor you.”

 

Question: Should he be happy or angry?

 

Wen Yu couldn’t figure it out.

 

He felt it was time to change the observation target for his “human observation experiment”—it turned out he was also just an ordinary, vulgar person whose emotions were entirely tied to someone else.

 

No one was clever when their heart was moved.

 

But emotions were so vivid, like the heat flowing through his body when running on the basketball court, making one feel clearly alive.

 

–

 

Because of Zhou Xiangyan, Fu Yuhan definitely wouldn’t go back with him after school today. Not only that, from the classroom to the intersection where they parted ways, Zhou Xiangyan had been talking the whole time while Fu Yuhan occasionally responded.

 

Wen Yu hadn’t said a word the entire time, and even the usually attentive Fu Yuhan didn’t ask him about it.

 

…

 

Wen Yu felt that if his temper were a bit more explosive, he would definitely grab Zhou Xiangyan and beat him up.

 

“We’re going this way then.” Fu Yuhan turned back to look, “You go back, be careful on the road.”

 

“We’re already at the residential complex entrance, what’s there to be careful about?” Wen Yu had been holding it in the whole way, and his first words weren’t very pleasant. After saying it, he compromised with himself and added, “You’re the one who should be careful on the road.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“Message me when you get home.”

 

“Mm.” Fu Yuhan waved and left with Zhou Xiangyan, leaving Wen Yu alone feeling frustrated.

 

“Hey, ge,” after walking a few hundred meters, Zhou Xiangyan looked back, “you have a pretty good relationship with that transfer student, huh?”

 

“Are you running out of things to say?” Fu Yuhan glanced at him sideways, “If you have nothing to say, you can shut up.”

 

Zhou Xiangyan made a face, rolled his eyes, and muttered quietly: “Just asking.”

 

“Stop prying into my business.”

 

“…Oh.”

 

After evening self-study ended, there weren’t many pedestrians left on the small road. The dim yellow streetlights illuminated small areas, connecting circle by circle to form a path. The two walked slowly back.

 

Zhou Xiangyan had never walked this way before and showed great interest the whole way. When they reached the entrance of the residential complex where Fu Yuhan lived, Zhou Xiangyan exclaimed “wow”: “The environment here is actually pretty good! I heard Uncle Fu mention it before and thought you lived somewhere terrible…”

 

“Of course it can’t compare to where he lives,” Fu Yuhan didn’t care much, “he has more money than my mom.”

 

“Not really, wasn’t it not going well recently? I heard it almost went bankrupt.” Zhou Xiangyan muttered, “But I heard it recovered.”

 

This apartment was bought with the down payment from the money He Yan got from her divorce with Fu Xuecheng. Their relationship had broken down and ended quite ugly, so what Fu Xuecheng gave wasn’t actually much… at least not much for him.

 

This was all according to what He Yan said. Fu Yuhan didn’t know the specific amount, he could only see the visible difference between his current home and his childhood home.

 

He unlocked the door and turned on the lights. No one was home.

 

“They probably went to the hospital again. Come in.” Fu Yuhan opened the shoe cabinet for him to pick a pair of slippers, “Don’t enter the closed bedrooms, everywhere else is fine. If you want to do homework, do it in the living room.”

 

“Can’t I go to your room?” Zhou Xiangyan asked while changing shoes and looking around.

 

“I only have one desk.” Fu Yuhan said as he entered the house.

 

The apartment had three bedrooms and one living room. The layout wasn’t great, but it wasn’t bad either. The house Zhou Xiangyan lived in before moving to his current place was a bit bigger than this, but similar.

 

In any case, Fu Yuhan’s home didn’t look as bad as Uncle Fu had described.

 

Two bedrooms had their doors closed, and the only one with an open door was Fu Yuhan’s own room. Zhou Xiangyan finished touring the areas he could visit in two minutes and cheerfully walked into his ge’s bedroom.

 

Then he saw Fu Yuhan’s desk covered with things he’d never seen before.

 

“What’s this?” he asked curiously.

 

“UV resin.” Fu Yuhan glanced at him, “If you don’t want to be kicked out, don’t bother me while I’m making things.”

 

That gaze was cold as ice. Thinking of the rumors about Fu Yuhan at school, Zhou Xiangyan fearfully drew a line across his lips, indicating he would shut up.

 

Only then did Fu Yuhan withdraw his gaze.

 

Zhou Xiangyan waited for a while and found that Fu Yuhan really wasn’t paying attention to him anymore, so he carefully stuck his head out to see what his ge was doing.

 

That seemed to be a… star?

 

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