Fu Yuhan: First round of exams on the 1st, if I pass there’s an interview on the 5th, then exams in other cities on the 3rd, 7th, 10th, and 11th, and a local exam on the 13th.
Fu Yuhan: So I told the class monitor I might go back for evening self-study on the 13th if I’m free.
Wen Yu: …
Damn.
Forget it, half a month is half a month, Wen Yu thought gloomily. The timing was quite coincidental—he’d return just in time for Valentine’s Day.
While chatting sporadically with Fu Yuhan, he had a luxurious “breakfast” with Yang Fan before returning to school.
When they returned to school, the third period was already in session. Wen Yu naturally called out “Report” at the door and returned to his seat under the strange gazes of the whole class.
Fu Yuhan had a legitimate reason for his extended leave, and Yang Fan had also informed the class monitor in advance. Only Wen Yu—the morning’s unexpected situation made him completely forget about requesting leave.
Skipping class without reason was already a serious offense for students, especially now during the crucial “second semester of senior year.” The “College Entrance Exam Countdown” hanging at the back of the classroom was already struggling on the edge of three digits.
As soon as class ended, Wen Yu was called to the office by his homeroom teacher.
“I had you sit with Fu Yuhan because you told me you would help him improve, not hoping you’d be led astray by him.” Zhou Wenkang sighed, “Besides, Fu Yuhan has indeed improved now. He doesn’t skip classes randomly anymore. How come you’re the one learning bad habits? Tell me, where did you go this morning?”
Wen Yu pressed his lips together and said nothing.
“Still smiling? What’s so funny about this?” Zhou Wenkang frowned.
“Sorry, teacher.” Wen Yu pressed his lips together and reached up to pull down the corners of his mouth.
Wen Yu had received professional facial expression control training and generally wouldn’t laugh inappropriately unless he couldn’t help it.
Who could blame him when Fu Yuhan’s words seemed to coincide with his long-held expectations?
He was really too undignified, Wen Yu thought.
“You weren’t here during the long break, and Director Yao already knows about this,” Zhou Wenkang looked at him seriously. “Wen Yu, considering your usual good behavior, if you have a legitimate reason, I’ll go talk to Director Yao and get you a supplementary leave slip, and this matter will be over. Otherwise, I heard Director Yao wants to contact your parents.”
Wen Ziming?
If Wen Ziming knew he skipped class, he’d probably be furious and even threaten to take back the car he’d just given him—
He should be afraid, Wen Yu thought, but he couldn’t generate any fear in his heart.
Maybe it was the courage Fu Yuhan gave him.
Fu Yuhan hadn’t done anything special, just told him to “be more real” while living genuinely and willfully himself.
He liked seeing Fu Yuhan like this, liked how the other person demonstrated through actions that “being a little willful is no big deal.” Just watching gave him endless courage.
“What if I said I went to see Fu Yuhan off at the station this morning,” Wen Yu said with a smile, “would you believe me, Teacher Zhou?”
Zhou Wenkang’s frown deepened: “He’s going for an exam, not transferring schools where you’d never see him again. Why would you need to see him off? Don’t use him as a shield—”
How could he use Fu Yuhan as a shield?
Wen Yu smiled: “Then take me to Director Yao.”
“Do you have to get a disciplinary action to be happy?” Zhou Wenkang was speechless, trying to guess his motivation. “In love? Accompanying a girlfriend? Or did some game release a limited edition today?”
Zhou Wenkang was quite familiar with the few things senior boys needed to hide from teachers.
Unfortunately, none of them were right.
When Wen Yu heard “in love,” his smile deepened: “I’m telling the truth, Teacher Zhou. I really just came back from the train station.”
“I can believe this reason, but Director Yao might not.” Zhou Wenkang sighed, “Come on, I’ll take you to the student affairs office. You can explain to Director Yao yourself.”
–
The high-speed train traveled quickly, taking only two hours to reach the neighboring province’s capital.
Fu Yuhan leaned against the window to nap, hearing the elegant female voice on the broadcast announce: “The next station is…”
They were almost there without him realizing it.
Just then, his phone in his pocket vibrated. Fu Yuhan’s long eyelashes, like small fans, trembled lightly as he suddenly opened his eyes.
He thought Wen Yu had said something else to him, but unexpectedly, the message was from Xu Qianyi.
Xu Qianyi: Do you know why Wen Yu skipped class this morning?
Fu Yuhan sent a question mark back.
Fu Yuhan: Skipped class? Didn’t he request leave?
Xu Qianyi: No.
Xu Qianyi: And because the long break was changed to running, he was taken away by Old Yao after he came back.
Fu Yuhan: …
Xu Qianyi: So does this have anything to do with you?
Fu Yuhan: He came to see me off at the station.
Xu Qianyi: …Huh?
Xu Qianyi: Damn, the legend was actually true.
Fu Yuhan: ?
Xu Qianyi: Because this reason is so ordinary that Old Yao doesn’t quite believe it’s real.
Xu Qianyi: Sigh, never mind, I’ll go to Old Yao’s office to vouch for Wen Yu.
Fu Yuhan: Okay, thanks.
Xu Qianyi: ? Why are you thanking me for vouching for Wen Yu?
Fu Yuhan: “…”
He didn’t want to reply anymore.
Speaking of which, this whole thing started because of him. If he hadn’t been too embarrassed to tell Wen Yu about the exam time in advance, none of this would have happened.
What surprised him even more was that given Wen Yu’s level of “rule-following,” he actually hadn’t requested leave from his homeroom teacher in advance this morning. You have to know that although this person wasn’t as uptight recently, he was still a model student who would only come out to play basketball during PE class.
The power of family upbringing couldn’t be ignored. No matter how “wild” Wen Yu became, there was still a moral compass deep in his bones.
Fu Yuhan: Is it convenient for me to message Yu-ge now?
Xu Qianyi: Better not? I’ll tell you when he’s okay. I’ll go to the student affairs office first.
Fu Yuhan: Okay.
Fu Yuhan tapped his phone screen, his heart suddenly filled with mixed emotions.
So much gratitude all at once—he could barely handle it.
Wen Yu’s truancy caused a small-scale uproar in Class 6—for no other reason than that a god had fallen from his pedestal.
When Fu Yuhan opened the class group chat, he saw they had created tens of thousands of gossip story versions for this truancy reason, but amazingly no one guessed it had to do with him.
Absolutely incredible.
Fu Yuhan was worried about Wen Yu and had no interest in chatting nonsense with these people. After glancing through and finding no useful information, he quickly closed the class group and asked Xu Qianyi how she knew.
Xu Qianyi said she had run into Director Yao on the road and was grabbed by him to ask questions, otherwise she wouldn’t have asked Fu Yuhan about this.
She was quite well-connected with the school leadership, and teachers were used to asking her for information.
–
Director Yao, as the school’s “student discipline supervisor,” wasn’t actually a very rigid person. He didn’t quite believe the reason Wen Yu gave, but he held onto a one-in-ten-thousand hope and didn’t want to immediately conclude the student was lying.
When he asked Xu Qianyi, that carefree girl even asked him back: “Director, how would I know?”
“I’m just asking you to go find out,” Director Yao said, “don’t think I don’t know you all secretly bring phones!”
That seemingly well-behaved boy just kept smiling beside them, smiling like flowers blooming in the twelfth lunar month, full of spring warmth.
Director Yao rubbed his forehead, somewhat sympathetic to his receding hairline: “Do you like Xu Qianyi?”
Wen Yu was stunned: “How could that be?”
“Then why are you smiling like that?” Director Yao looked at him, “I understand young people’s budding romance, but it can’t interfere with studies. After the college entrance exam, you can date all you want—no one will stop you.”
His romance wasn’t a matter of “after the college entrance exam.”
Wen Yu restrained his smile slightly and patiently explained: “But Director, I really have no thoughts about Xu Qianyi. I was just thinking of something interesting—and my grades haven’t been affected, have they?”
Director Yao: “…”
That was true. Since Wen Yu transferred here, the first place in the senior year had never changed hands.
Zhou Wenkang quietly reminded him from the side: “Director, Wen Yu will represent the school in the finals soon.”
Director Yao was even more speechless.
Xu Qianyi came back after a while and knocked on the office door. Her politeness only lasted until before entering—once inside, she spoke with a familiar tone: “Director, I asked around. Wen Yu really did go to see someone off this morning.”
“…” Director Yao was puzzled, “Are you all so close that you’d skip class just to see someone off?”
Wen Yu pressed his lips together to suppress his smile: “Mm.”
“No way, Xu Qianyi, give me Fu Yuhan’s number. I need to ask him personally.” Director Yao extended his hand.
Xu Qianyi looked at him suspiciously: “You’re not confiscating my phone?”
“No, just don’t take it out during class.” Director Yao glared at her.
“Oh,” Xu Qianyi felt her pocket, “then I’ll just dial this number for you directly. That way Fu Yuhan won’t refuse to answer when he sees an unknown number, and you won’t have to get angry.”
Director Yao: “…”
Today’s students had too many ideas—so hard to manage!
Fu Yuhan had just gotten off the train carrying large and small bags and was on the platform. Fortunately, he had been paying attention to his phone and answered quickly: “Hello, Xu Qianyi?”
“Fu Yuhan?”
“Uh, Director Yao?” Fu Yuhan was stunned.
“Right, it’s me. I’m calling to understand the situation.”
The situation was simple, and Fu Yuhan explained everything truthfully.
Strangely, perhaps because Fu Yuhan had always been casual about rules—in other words, “thick-skinned”—Director Yao actually believed what he said.
Since it was confirmed that Wen Yu hadn’t lied, this matter could be big or small. Director Yao weighed it in his mind and decided to let it go.
With that, his tone relaxed, and he even kindly inquired about Fu Yuhan’s situation.
Wen Yu’s gaze had been following Director Yao since the call connected. Hearing that Fu Yuhan had arrived safely, he couldn’t help but smile lightly.
Xu Qianyi beside him glanced at him: “You two really have a good relationship, huh?”
“Mm?” Wen Yu looked at her, “Mm, why?”
“Nothing.” Xu Qianyi shook her head, suppressing the strange intuition in her heart.
–
After the explanation, the matter was settled. Director Yao showed mercy and didn’t call to inform the parents.
But he still made Wen Yu write a self-criticism.
Wen Yu originally wanted to write it himself, but thinking about Fu Yuhan made his heart itch, so that night he video-called Fu Yuhan to complain.
“Then I’ll help you write it.” Fu Yuhan looked at the video, “I don’t have anything to do right now anyway.”
His background was white, with light vaguely shining from his right side.
Wen Yu couldn’t tell where this was: “Where are you?”
“Budget hotel.” Fu Yuhan said, turning his phone to show Wen Yu the surroundings.
He was sitting on a bay window, with dark night on his left and the room on his right.
It was a standard room with a bathroom and shower area enclosed by frosted glass near the entrance, and two beds in the room.
Wen Yu keenly noticed that both beds showed signs of disturbed bedding: “Is there someone else in your room?”
“Ah, I’m sharing with a classmate from the art studio.” Fu Yuhan licked his lips, “Saving some money.”
“…”
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xu xingchen defender On BAAF Chapter 122
they’re acting like they’re already boyfriends 😌 i feel like an old mother 🚬