CFHE Chapter 7

This was the first time in Wen Yu’s life that he had softened toward Fu Yuhan, but unexpectedly received no response at all.

 

When he woke up the next day, he checked his phone to confirm it wasn’t broken.

 

…Fine.

 

Way to go, Fu Yuhan.

 

Today was a good day. Wen Yu slung his bag over one shoulder and walked out of the building under the blazing sun.

 

He lived near Third High, so he had plenty of time for school. He sat down at a roadside breakfast shop to eat.

 

This shop had good business. Wen Yu only managed to get a seat near the entrance, with his back to the street. His new school uniform hadn’t arrived yet, so he was still wearing his First High uniform. From behind, you couldn’t tell he was a Third High student at all.

 

He was lowering his head to drink soy milk when he suddenly heard two male voices behind him.

 

“Damn, that idiot Fu Yuhan really thinks he’s the senior year boss?”

 

“Brother Qian, after what he said, if I were you I absolutely couldn’t stand it. Get him!”

 

“But I need to think of a way first! Can’t just do it randomly—what if we get disciplinary action? Tsk, being a senior is such a hassle…”

 

Wen Yu lifted his eyelids and turned to glance toward the source of the voices, only seeing two backs in Third High uniforms walking past the shop entrance.

 

From what he could tell, both were under 1.8 meters tall, buzz cuts, slightly chubby.

 

This was the second time he felt puzzled since seeing Fu Yuhan skip an entire day of classes.

 

Was this really a provincial key school?

 

The school atmosphere was much wilder than First High’s.

 

Wen Yu lowered his head and snorted, his cold laugh hidden by the bowl rim. He finished drinking before heading to school.

 

On the second day of school, first-year students began military training, with crowds of people visible on the playground. The teaching building wasn’t quiet either—with no teachers around, many people in the hallways were eating breakfast while watching the playground.

 

Wen Yu climbed the steps and suddenly noticed something was off.

 

There were people milling around outside Classes 4 and 5, but Class 6 was empty. He entered the classroom through the back door and realized the atmosphere inside was somewhat serious.

 

Several girls were gathered in the middle of the classroom speaking in low voices, and the faces of several boys sitting in the back rows didn’t look good either.

 

As for Fu Yuhan, he had one arm propping up his face and the other stretched toward Sun Wenrui, his head buried as he lay on his desk.

 

The youth’s frame was slender, his medium-length hair fuzzily brushing against his neck, making the stretch of skin visible in his collar look particularly white.

 

Wen Yu was inexplicably dazzled for a moment.

 

“What’s wrong with him?” Wen Yu pointed at Fu Yuhan as he sat down.

 

Sun Wenrui in the front row didn’t like him and ignored him. But another boy named Fang Jiayuan was friendlier, smiling at him and saying: “Nothing, Brother Fu always gets sleepy in the morning.”

 

“Oh.” So he was asleep. Wen Yu nodded. “I thought something happened this morning.”

 

“Something did happen. Didn’t you two arrange to fight yesterday? This morning the ‘suitor’ of our class beauty came to cause trouble.”

 

Xu Qianyi heard this and pushed aside the girls blocking her view, slapping the desk: “What the hell kind of suitor is he! Disgusting! If he has the guts, let him say that crap to my face! I’ll shut him up!”

 

The surrounding girls all gathered around: “Qianqian, don’t be angry…”

 

Fang Jiayuan was probably used to being yelled at and continued unaffected: “Since you just arrived, you might not know—our class has a feud with Class 2 because that suitor is Class 2’s class bully. Pretty disgusting—not only does he harass Xu Qianyi, but he also picks fights with people from our class. Anyone who gets close to our class beauty gets targeted by him.”

 

Wen Yu turned his head, his gaze falling on the whorl at the back of Fu Yuhan’s head.

 

“Right, he’s bothered Brother Fu the most, but fortunately our Brother Fu isn’t afraid. He’s dealt with it before.” Fang Jiayuan looked somewhat proud. “He came again this morning and was scared off by Brother Fu’s line: ‘Come again and I’ll break your third leg.'”

 

“…”

 

Wen Yu lowered his head and chuckled: “The Class 2 bully you mentioned—is he a chubby guy around 1.78 meters with a buzz cut?”

 

“Yeah,” Fang Jiayuan was somewhat surprised. “You know him?”

 

“Just now when I was eating breakfast outside, I ran into two people saying they wanted to cause trouble for Fu Yuhan.”

 

“Holy shit? That idiot Qian Kaile never learns his lesson?”

 

Generally, students couldn’t leave once they arrived at school—he didn’t know how they managed to run back and forth inside and outside.

 

After Wen Yu mentioned it casually, he took out his English vocabulary book to study, no longer paying attention to Fang Jiayuan’s exclamations. He wasn’t very interested in getting involved—after all, he’d been repeatedly told that “Fu Yuhan is good at fighting.”

 

Sympathizing with this little brat wouldn’t get him a text back anyway.

 

Better to memorize vocabulary than worry unnecessarily.

 

The morning self-study turmoil quickly passed once the teacher entered the classroom, and the day’s coursework began.

 

Third High had no student dormitories, and evening self-study was voluntary. Students who lived far away could apply not to participate for safety reasons. However, Zhou Wenkang also emphasized that this was the senior year sprint stage—overcome difficulties if possible.

 

First High had mandatory evening self-study, so Wen Yu was already used to it. When Zhou Wenkang mentioned this, he glanced over to see Fu Yuhan still maintaining the same position, sleeping as if dead.

 

It wasn’t until the third period that the person who had been lying there for half the day finally stirred slightly.

 

Just waking up, his head was still down and motionless, obviously struggling greatly. Wen Yu unconsciously shifted his attention from the blackboard to give him some focus.

 

One minute, two minutes… five minutes later, Fu Yuhan still hadn’t lifted his head.

 

Wen Yu finally couldn’t hold back.

 

“What did you do last night?” he kept his voice low.

 

Fu Yuhan’s head turned fifteen degrees: “Why are you asking?”

 

If it weren’t for the lack of noise during class, his words would have been too hoarse and low to hear.

 

“Curious.” Wen Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed once as he lowered his eyes. “You’re sleeping like you’re dead… didn’t sleep last night?”

 

Fu Yuhan made an affirmative sound.

 

“Then…” Wen Yu licked his lips. “Did you see the message I sent you?”

 

The person beside him suddenly went silent.

 

After about half a minute, he finally lifted his head a little and reached into his drawer: “Let me check…”

 

Lack of sleep made his thoughts a bit muddled. Fu Yuhan fumbled for his phone and pressed it for quite a while before realizing the thing had long since died.

 

“I’ll go charge it under the podium later,” Fu Yuhan coughed lightly. “What did you send me?”

 

Wen Yu pulled out a power bank from his bag and passed it under the desk, his eyes looking at the blackboard: “See for yourself.”

 

“…”

 

After the phone was connected to power, it vibrated shortly and showed the startup screen. Fu Yuhan kept his head down waiting.

 

It would have been fine if he had really been sleeping, but now that he was awake and still keeping his head down, it looked like he was doing something sneaky under his desk. The teacher on the podium glanced over several times. Wen Yu couldn’t help asking: “Why don’t you lift your head?”

 

“Ugly,” Fu Yuhan said. “My forehead got pressed down, it’ll be red.”

 

“…”

 

Wen Yu turned his head and smiled.

 

“Some people need to pay attention. Don’t think you can slack off in class just because you’re sitting in the back row. I’m only going through today’s review material once. Next class we’ll review the next unit. If you don’t listen carefully, you’ll bear the consequences yourselves. You’re seniors now, have some awareness.”

 

This was physics class, taught by a sharp middle-aged woman surnamed Zhao.

 

She always maintained a “listen if you want to” teaching style, rarely maintaining discipline. It was rare for her to speak up, so many people turned their heads over.

 

Wen Yu quickly sat up properly.

 

At the same time, he noticed that many people didn’t dare look at Fu Yuhan much—the inquiring gazes were almost all focused on him.

 

Sometimes Wen Yu felt humans were very interesting. As long as a person acted a bit cold, they’d be seen as “not to be messed with.” But him, because he smiled more, whether at First High or here, everyone thought he was easy to get along with.

 

Appearances were the biggest lie, yet everyone fell for it.

 

And the rare time he told the truth, the recipient still hadn’t given him a response.

 

Zhao Lihua stopped there and resumed teaching, forcing those gazes to withdraw. Wen Yu chuckled softly: “Alright, no one’s looking anymore. Stop keeping your head down.”

 

Fu Yuhan finally lifted his head.

 

Wen Yu glanced at him—his forehead wasn’t red, probably faded; but lack of sleep made his whole face somewhat pale, whiter than before, with dark circles under his eyes and bloodshot corners.

 

Extremely haggard.

 

“Which of your words is true?” Fu Yuhan asked softly.

 

Wen Yu smiled: “What, don’t believe me?”

 

“Don’t you like him? Such a good opportunity…” Fu Yuhan frowned, seeming confused. “Why didn’t you kiss him?”

 

“Because it’s boring.”

 

Fu Yuhan looked at him sideways.

 

Wen Yu only curved the corner of his lips slightly. Though his gaze remained on the blackboard, he was clearly interested: “Yang Fan is a straight guy. At most he’d go ‘holy shit’ if kissed, then treat it as embarrassing and move on—what’s interesting about that?”

 

“…” Fu Yuhan’s frown deepened. “Do you really like him?”

 

“I do.”

 

“…”

 

Fu Yuhan still remembered that yesterday in the empty building, Wen Yu had also sworn to him that “Yang Fan’s lips are quite soft.”

 

That turned out to be a lie.

 

So what about this statement?

 

“You stayed up all night at the hospital taking care of your sister last night?” Wen Yu changed the subject.

 

“Mm.”

 

“Didn’t check your phone?”

 

“Where would I have time?”

 

“Alright then.” Wen Yu said, “I thought that for once I told the truth, but was so disliked I didn’t even get a reply.”

 

“…”

 

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, his slender fingers swiping on the phone screen a few times before tossing it back in the drawer and starting to listen to class.

 

On the morning of the second day of school, during the fourth period, Wen Yu finally saw his desk mate take notes in class.

 

Really not easy.

 

Lunch was the rare healing time for students exhausted from a morning of study.

 

Third High’s cafeteria supposedly had several legendary windows where you had to fight for food. Every day when the fourth period bell rang, the classroom would instantly empty.

 

But Wen Yu noticed Fu Yuhan didn’t move.

 

He pulled out a cup of instant noodles from his drawer and went to the water dispenser to get hot water.

 

“You’re just eating this for lunch?”

 

“Mm.” Fu Yuhan looked at him strangely. “Why aren’t you going to the cafeteria either?”

 

“Undignified.” Wen Yu pulled out a piece of bread. “No one in the cafeteria would make way for me.”

 

“…”

 

“Tch.”

 

Fu Yuhan snorted and placed the instant noodles on his desk. He stuck the white plastic fork in the rim to hold down the packaging, stared at the advertisement picture for a while, then suddenly smiled: “Amazing, hearing that you didn’t kiss Yang Fan, even such pretentious words don’t sound grating anymore.”

 

“Let’s not become good frien—”

 

Wen Yu was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly saw something flying toward them from the corner of his eye. He instinctively swung his hand to block it and actually caught a speeding basketball.

 

The ball had been thrown with great force. He caught it completely unprepared, and his arm was still somewhat numb.

 

Both looked toward the back door simultaneously, only to see several young male students standing at the entrance. The leader had his face tilted up, nostrils to the sky, exclaiming with particular detachment: “Oops, I really didn’t mean to! Hope I didn’t hurt our Brother Fu?”

 

Qian Kaile.

 

Fu Yuhan’s face immediately darkened.

 

But before he could stand up, someone else pressed him down.

 

“I’m fine with people thinking I have a good temper.” Wen Yu loosened his school uniform collar and moved his neck. “But I don’t like being ignored.”

 

“I won’t cooperate in performing in plays where I’m not the lead.”

 

The boy stood up from his seat, dribbling with one hand, elegantly walking toward the back door.

 

Then he pressed down hard, slamming the basketball to the ground. It bounced back up, flying straight at Qian Kaile’s face—

 

At the critical moment, Qian Kaile’s athletic reflexes saved him. The basketball grazed his cheek and flew to the wall behind him with a loud “bang.” But since he had come to cause trouble for Fu Yuhan, how could he tolerate being counter-provoked?

 

There was only one person in Class 6 wearing a First High uniform—that was Xu Qianyi’s “new flame.”

 

Qian Kaile stepped forward two paces, crossing the classroom doorway, swinging his fist: “I’ll fuck your—”

 

Wen Yu’s eyes flashed.

 

Admittedly this was a common curse, but…

 

At some point, the three-part smile that usually hung on his face completely disappeared, his entire face darkening as if possessed by Fu Yuhan.

 

The next second, he grabbed Qian Kaile’s wrist.

 

“Say it again,” his words were like a lover’s whisper, yet made people inexplicably get goosebumps in the thirty-plus degree temperature. “You’ll fuck who?”

 

Fear is human instinct.

 

But Qian Kaile didn’t want to admit he was scared.

 

He stiffened his neck and shouted: “I’ll fuck Fu Yuhan, okay!”

 

Wen Yu smiled.

 

He smiled like a spring breeze, gentle and lovely, completely different from the “Fu Yuhan mode” of the previous second.

 

“So many people cause trouble for our Brother Fu, all kinds of nobodies,” he said with a smile. “Are you even worthy?”

 

**Author’s Note:** Wen Yu: You’re not even worthy to fuck Fu Yuhan.

 

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