CFHE Chapter 74.2

Fu Yuhan sighed: “Fine.”

 

He vaguely felt like he had gotten on a pirate ship—

 

They had missed a perfectly good morning self-study session because of the ridiculous things they did in the empty building. Before Fu Yuhan could even feel sorry about missing the English listening practice, he was already being scolded harshly by the English teacher at the classroom door.

 

He didn’t know how to explain and just lowered his head to take it.

 

Wen Yu came up behind him, clutching his stomach: “Stop scolding, Teacher Yu. My stomach hurts, and Fu Yuhan was late because he accompanied me to the infirmary.” He weakly pointed to his forehead, “Look at all this sweat from the pain—please forgive us.”

 

Fu Yuhan glanced at him.

 

He felt that after they had talked things through, Wen Yu seemed to have suddenly become even more shameless than before. This kind of pitiful act was something he probably couldn’t have done in the past—

 

Teacher Yu’s eyes widened as he looked at his rosy lips, unwilling to believe he was sick: “You really have a stomachache? What happened?”

 

Wen Yu: “Got hit by a pig.”

 

Fu Yuhan: “…”

 

Hey, this guy—he just elbowed him once, did he have to be so petty?

 

Teacher Yu was shocked: “…What?”

 

“Oh no, I mean,” Wen Yu struggled to move the corners of his mouth, putting on an expression of being in terrible pain, “I ate bad pork this morning.”

 

“You need to pay attention to your health in senior year.” Teacher Yu’s expression was displeased as he scanned the whole class, “You too—it’s better to eat at home where it’s clean and fresh. Don’t just focus on studying all the time; when you have time, go out for walks and exercise! Don’t let your bodies collapse before the exams even arrive. As for you—” He pointed at Wen Yu, “Pay attention! You’ve been late several mornings recently. Don’t just learn bad habits from Fu Yuhan!”

 

Fu Yuhan’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at the English teacher: “I haven’t been late or left early much recently, have I?”

 

“You came quite punctually today, didn’t you?” Teacher Yu teased him.

 

Fu Yuhan: “…”

 

Fu Yuhan couldn’t voice his grievances and could only roll his eyes toward Wen Yu.

 

Fortunately, with Wen Yu’s pitiful act, they still managed to enter the classroom smoothly, though a few people in the class looked at them strangely.

 

As soon as they returned to their seats, Fang Jiayuan and Sun Wenrui quietly turned around and asked: “Fu-ge, Yu-ge, did you go play ball? So early.”

 

“…Why would it be playing ball?” Fu Yuhan looked at them calmly.

 

“What else could it be? Morning exercise?” Fang Jiayuan looked suspicious, “Look at you two all sweaty.”

 

Mid-February, the last tail of winter, with temperatures under ten degrees—

 

The flushed faces and visible sweat on their foreheads—what else could it be but intense exercise?

 

Fu Yuhan felt heat rising from his feet to his head. He pointed forward with his finger, raised his chin, and struggled to maintain his cold and proud attitude: “Turn around and mind your own business.”

 

“…Oh.” The two poor souls made faces and turned back around.

 

Wen Yu silently collapsed with laughter at his desk, making Fu Yuhan so angry he kicked the leg of his chair.

 

Bastard.

 

He had always known Wen Yu had a bad personality and thick skin, but he hadn’t expected it could be this thick.

 

Because of this, he ignored Wen Yu all morning.

 

Having taken half a month off, there was a lot of coursework to catch up on. Fortunately, the drawing could be set aside for a while. Fu Yuhan struggled to pull back his scattered thoughts and immerse his attention in his studies.

 

Just organizing half a month’s worth of accumulated test papers would probably take several days. He had plenty to keep him busy, so at noon he stayed at his seat as before.

 

“Aren’t—you—going—to—eat?” Wen Yu drawled, as if acting spoiled.

 

“Go by yourself.” Fu Yuhan’s attitude was cold, his gaze fixed on his test paper.

 

Wen Yu pursed his lips, pulled out a notebook used for rough drafts, tore off half a page and started writing.

 

【Want my test papers?】

 

He gently placed the small note at the corner of Fu Yuhan’s desk.

 

Fu Yuhan glanced at it but ignored him.

 

Wen Yu took the note back and wrote a second line.

 

【Can I see the drawings you made of me?】

 

Fu Yuhan still ignored him.

 

Wen Yu wrote a third line.

 

【I know you need to correct errors. For all the homework and test papers from this half month, all the problems that were explained, I took notes. If you beg me, I’ll give them to you.】

 

This time, Fu Yuhan’s gaze stuck to the note. He didn’t move or speak.

 

These notes sounded quite tempting.

 

“Tsk, what an unromantic person—you only react when I mention notes.” Wen Yu muttered, reaching over to continue writing on the note directly on Fu Yuhan’s desk.

 

【Never mind about begging me.】

 

【Let me see the sketchbook, pretty please~】

 

That single character “~” could give Fu Yuhan goosebumps even in the depths of winter.

 

At this moment, voices of boys from the class came from the back door: “Yu-ge, are you going to eat or not!”

 

“Going!” Wen Yu responded loudly, but his gaze remained fixed on Fu Yuhan’s face.

 

“You talk normally to them, so why is your tone so disgusting when you talk to me?” Fu Yuhan looked at him with disgust, averting his gaze slightly, “The sketches… I’ll show you tonight. Don’t take them out at school.”

 

“Why so shy…” Wen Yu smiled and shook his head, crumpled the note in his palm, pulled out a thin notebook from his drawer and threw it on his desk, then stood up, “What do you want to eat? I’ll bring it for you.”

 

“Seafood fried noodles.” Fu Yuhan looked up at him.

 

“Five minutes have already passed and you still want seafood fried noodles?” Wen Yu was speechless, “Do you think I can grab any?”

 

As the signature dish of Third High’s cafeteria, that thing was basically sold out as soon as it was put out.

 

“I believe in you.” Fu Yuhan stared at him, using the most ordinary expression and the softest voice, saying something in front of those boys at the back door that only he could hear, “—After all, my boyfriend is the most capable.”

 

Wen Yu: “…”

 

Damn, this person was born to be his nemesis.

 

“Yu-ge!” Those boys shouted again.

 

“Coming,” Wen Yu took a deep look at Fu Yuhan, then ran toward the door, “Let’s go, cafeteria!”

 

“Damn, why are you running so fast? We’re already late!”

 

“To grab noodles!”

 

Fu Yuhan snorted with laughter and turned his head.

 

Sunlight fell on the glass roof of the fourth-floor longitudinal corridor diagonally across, converging into a dazzling beam of light.

 

A smile quietly spread across Fu Yuhan’s clean features bathed in sunlight, like spring breeze passing by, ice and snow melting.

 

–

 

He had only been joking, but didn’t expect Wen Yu to actually bring him back a “limited edition” seafood fried noodles.

 

Fu Yuhan was shocked: “How did you manage that?”

 

“Good luck.” Wen Yu said.

 

One of the boys who went to the cafeteria with him caught up, shaking his head in amazement: “Don’t even mention it, I’ve never seen anyone as shameless as Yu-ge.”

 

Fu Yuhan: “?”

 

“Let me tell you, Fu-ge, doesn’t seafood fried noodles only come out occasionally? Yu-ge waited at that window for fifteen minutes, acting pitiful to the five girls in front of him, saying he couldn’t focus on studying if he didn’t get seafood fried noodles. Then he used this face, yes, this one,” the boy pointed at Wen Yu’s face, “to act cute with the auntie serving food at the window, and actually got her to give him a large portion!”

 

Seafood fried noodles were too popular, so the auntie at the window often refused to give more, wanting to sell to more people.

 

Fu Yuhan was stunned by this series of operations.

 

After that boy left, Wen Yu raised an eyebrow and smiled at him: “You said what you said, so how could I let you down?”

 

“You really are…” Fu Yuhan chuckled lightly, his gaze lingering on that bag of seafood fried noodles for a few minutes before opening it and starting to eat.

 

Wen Yu initially thought he was thinking about something.

 

But after Fu Yuhan finished the noodles, instead of continuing to look at test papers, he pulled out a sketchbook and turned to the newest page.

 

He held his breath, watching Fu Yuhan write a few characters in the upper left corner of the sketch paper—

 

February 14th.

 

Then, he quickly sketched out the shape of a bag of seafood fried noodles. And when Wen Yu thought that was all, he saw Fu Yuhan continue to draw a small figure sleeping with his head down beside it.

 

The emotional ups and downs and intense physical exertion drained Wen Yu’s energy in a short time. During the first break, he took a rare ten-minute nap during the break.

 

The more familiar you are with someone, the easier it is to observe subtle differences in facial features, which is why situations often occur where others point at a picture saying “this looks like so-and-so,” but that person’s acquaintances are completely puzzled.

 

Looking at yourself is even more so—people find it hard to see their own reflection in a drawing.

 

But Fu Yuhan drew too realistically, so realistically that… when that head was outlined and the pen tip drew his arched back, Wen Yu had already recognized that he was drawing him.

 

“This is your ‘diary’?” Wen Yu leaned over and asked softly.

 

“Mm,” Fu Yuhan said, “I think if I keep drawing for ten years, I can give you a big gift on your twenty-eighth birthday—what do you think?”

 

Wen Yu opened his mouth.

 

This person was really a bit mean, he thought.

 

Instantly struck by enormous emotion and excitement, his first reaction wasn’t to burst into tears, but to think about how to tease him.

 

“Why don’t you draw for a lifetime?” Wen Yu asked teasingly, “Want to slack off?”

 

Fu Yuhan’s long eyelashes trembled lightly.

 

His expression was very calm, and he didn’t look toward Wen Yu, just focused on drawing.

 

“That’s not impossible either,” he said, “but I draw real moments that existed. As a model…” he glanced at him casually, “you’d have to stay with me the whole time.”

 

What was wrong with that?

 

Wen Yu was more than willing.

 

“It would be my honor,” he exaggeratedly bowed, “my little prince.”

 

–

 

Just chatting like this sporadically, the sun gradually moved west.

 

The temperature gradually dropped. Before leaving the classroom, Wen Yu draped that scarf around Fu Yuhan’s neck.

 

“Don’t forget.” He said.

 

“I won’t,” Fu Yuhan shook his head, his attitude natural, as if it was habitual, “I’ve been wearing it these past few days, how could I forget?”

 

So Wen Yu smiled.

 

He went over to help Fu Yuhan carry the art case, picked up the art bag, and tilted his head toward the door: “Let’s go.”

 

“Mm.” Fu Yuhan stuffed the last test paper into his backpack and followed him out.

 

…

 

“Tsk, this sour stench.”

 

In the classroom, Xu Qianyi watched the two figures leave with disgust, shaking her head and saying to Ge Ran, “If you tell me they’re not together now, I won’t believe it.”

 

“Actually, I don’t know if they’re together,” Ge Ran leaned over and said quietly, “but they look quite compatible?”

 

“You don’t seem very sad?”

 

“Sad, I’m so sad I could die.” Ge Ran answered her best friend calmly and coolly, “But what could make someone happier than shipping a CP?”

 

Xu Qianyi: “…You’re right.”

 

People can confess and be rejected, can also experience heartbreak.

 

But the CP you ship must get married.

 

…

 

Those two had already walked out of the school gate.

 

Evening self-study had just ended, and students going home were everywhere around the school gate. Winter clothes were thick, and the scarf covered half of Fu Yuhan’s face, so no one noticed the two big shots walking shoulder to shoulder past them.

 

“I’m hungry.” Fu Yuhan suddenly muttered.

 

“Auntie should have made soup.” Wen Yu glanced at him, “Or do you want something else?”

 

“I smell roasted sweet potatoes,” Fu Yuhan lifted his head up, exposing his nose tip outside the scarf and sniffed, “Do you smell it?”

 

“I do.” Wen Yu was both helpless and amused, “Your nose is really sharp, that shop is very far away.”

 

Fu Yuhan rolled his eyes: “But you smelled it too, so why are you calling me out?”

 

“Do you want to eat it or not?”

 

“Of course I do, otherwise why would I mention it?”

 

“Then let’s go.” Wen Yu paused his steps and changed direction, “I just remembered I need to buy something—this way.”

 

They walked toward another fork in the road.

 

This route wasn’t on the way home, so even though Fu Yuhan knew there were many things to eat here, he had never come here on non-weekend days.

 

The dim streetlights stretched their shadows long.

 

Fu Yuhan was an artist, and sometimes while walking he would stare at something in a daze, supposedly “observing the shape and color of objects.” Wen Yu knew this habit of his and generally didn’t talk to him during these times.

 

At most he’d hold his hand when crossing streets to avoid getting hit by cars.

 

Today was the same. It wasn’t until they were almost at the corner that Fu Yuhan snapped out of the long shadows and asked: “By the way, what were you going to buy?”

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