CFHE Chapter 85

The story starts from not long ago.

 

The man had been chatting with Fu Yuhan for a while when he suddenly lifted his eyelids to look at the ceiling above and curved into a slightly cunning smile: “Want to go up and take a look?”

 

“Huh?” Fu Yuhan was stunned.

 

He had never thought about eavesdropping… on such things, but in that instant, he seemed bewitched by the man’s words.

 

—”It’s precisely between lovers that there are many things that can’t be said… don’t you want to hear Little Seven’s inner thoughts?”

 

The man said that Boss Chen planned to chat with Wen Yu about his family matters and thoughts about the future. Fu Yuhan inexplicably followed along.

 

So he heard all of this.

 

…Tutoring.

 

When his big boy told him “I feel so useless,” he had actually been thinking about these things.

 

A bit melancholy yet somewhat gratified, and also a few parts helpless.

 

Wen Yu must be thinking about these things for his sake, Fu Yuhan thought. His Yu-ge was working so hard.

 

When two people are together, having this much is probably enough.

 

“Should we go down?” the man asked, “They’ll come out soon.”

 

“Okay.” Fu Yuhan nodded and followed him downstairs—after all, they were thieves eavesdropping, so it was best not to be discovered.

 

Fu Yuhan needed to organize things. The man briefly introduced him to the second floor’s layout before going back, leaving him alone in the room. He silently took out clothes to hang up, then placed Wen Yu’s pile of essential daily necessities where he thought “they should appear.”

 

When he got to the body wash, he was possessed and took a sniff—it was the familiar scent from Wen Yu’s body.

 

He missed him.

 

Why wasn’t he coming downstairs yet?

 

Fu Yuhan glanced upstairs.

 

This longing was wonderful—clearly they weren’t far apart, just a few steps, just a brief separation of a few minutes, yet he really wanted to see him.

 

Touching emotions might make love grow wildly day by day, with time chasing behind to add fuel to the fire.

 

–

 

The bedroom door had just been opened from outside, and Fu Yuhan immediately looked over.

 

Wen Yu’s silhouette was something he didn’t need to strain to see clearly—just one glance and he could quickly recognize it. He immediately stood up from in front of the suitcase, took two steps over, and reached out to hug him.

 

“Bang”—the door was slammed shut by the two of them, and Wen Yu’s back hit the door.

 

“What’s wrong?” Although his boyfriend’s hug was very enthusiastic, Wen Yu was somewhat surprised, “…Did something happen? Are you in a bad mood?”

 

“No, I’m in a very good mood.” Fu Yuhan closed his eyes, his head resting on his shoulder, “I just wanted to hug you for a while. Is that not okay?”

 

“How could it not be okay?”

 

As long as nothing bad had happened, it was fine.

 

Wen Yu wrapped his arms around Fu Yuhan’s waist.

 

The double bed was not far from the door. After hugging for a while, Wen Yu’s gaze naturally fell on that bed, and he pushed the person toward it. Fu Yuhan was pushed and staggered, and before he could steady himself, he was pushed down onto the bed by the other person.

 

Then Wen Yu pounced on top of him, gently biting his lips and looking at him with a smile.

 

At such close distance, their breaths were filled with each other’s scent.

 

Fu Yuhan silently looked at him for a while, then lifted his head to kiss him.

 

“I can see you’re in a good mood.” Wen Yu kissed him back, his hand moving downward, reaching his naturally relaxed palm and interlocking their fingers.

 

This was a gesture Wen Yu loved when kissing—pure and intimate, carrying a certain solemn promise.

 

Like the lifetime he had silently vowed in his heart.

 

“Should we do it?” Fu Yuhan suddenly asked.

 

“…” Wen Yu propped himself up and looked at him puzzledly, “Isn’t this when you’re supposed to be jumping back and forth over my head? Why so proactive?”

 

“Isn’t that good?”

 

It was good, but…

 

Wen Yu asked suspiciously: “Are you sure you’re not in a bad mood?”

 

“I’m in a very good mood. Should I smile for you?”

 

“Then smile.”

 

Fu Yuhan curved the corners of his lips, his cold features bending into crescents.

 

Then quickly withdrew it: “Is that okay?”

 

Wen Yu: “…”

 

Although the smile was rarely beautiful, something felt off.

 

“If you don’t want to, forget it.” Fu Yuhan said.

 

“…” Wen Yu’s entire face scrunched up.

 

That expression was too amusing. Fu Yuhan couldn’t help but laugh, turning his head to the side, his neck thus drawing out an enticing line.

 

Wen Yu’s gaze fell, his Adam’s apple rolling.

 

He took a deep breath—

 

Then buried his face in Fu Yuhan’s neck hollow, breathing in his faint scent, and said quietly: “Let’s wait until after the college entrance exam. The second mock exam is in a couple days. I don’t want to… affect you.”

 

“Why not affect yourself?” Fu Yuhan chuckled.

 

“Because…”

 

Wen Yu never finished the second half of that sentence.

 

Fu Yuhan didn’t pay much attention at first, until the moment the second mock exam results came out the following Monday.

 

–

 

“This is terrible!!!”

 

Fang Jiayuan rushed into the classroom from outside, his horrified expression making people think he had witnessed the end of the world.

 

That cry was so piercing that everyone in the classroom—those doing problems, reading books, or discussing—put down what they were doing and turned to look at him.

 

“What’s wrong?” A male student stood up and asked, “Did our class lose the first place in average scores?”

 

“No!”

 

“Then what?” Another female student asked, “Did Class 1 sweep the top ten in the grade?”

 

“No!”

 

At this moment, Sun Wenrui, who was a step slower than him, rushed in from outside and shouted toward the back of the classroom: “Holy shit, Yu-ge! How did you not make the top ten this time?!”

 

“…”

 

The entire class’s gaze turned over, and Fu Yuhan turned to the right—

 

Wen Yu rubbed his eyes, got up from the desk, squinted and asked: “Mm? The second mock exam?”

 

Sun Wenrui thought he didn’t know and was afraid of hitting him hard, so his voice became very small: “Y-yes…”

 

“Ah, that,” Wen Yu smiled, “what rank am I?”

 

“Don’t know… we ran back as soon as we didn’t see you in the top ten.” Fang Jiayuan scratched his head.

 

Wen Yu made an “mm” sound: “Shouldn’t normal people check their own scores first?”

 

Fang Jiayuan: “…”

 

Sun Wenrui: “…”

 

Would a normal person react like Wen Yu when their second mock exam scores suddenly dropped?!

 

But seeing the person in question looking so relaxed, they suddenly weren’t so nervous either.

 

“What are you all standing here for?”

 

Zhou Wenkang’s voice suddenly came from behind. The two turned around and quickly scattered back to their seats like chicks seeing an eagle. Zhou Wenkang’s expression didn’t look good, his lips pressed into a straight line. He cleared his throat: “Wen Yu, come to my office after class.”

 

Wen Yu raised his hand to indicate he heard.

 

He had been frequently called to the office for several days now. The class was used to it, thinking it was just commendation for winning a competition award. But today’s news was really quite shocking.

 

Especially Fu Yuhan, who had been watching Wen Yu since Fang Jiayuan shouted the first sentence.

 

This was English class. Zhou Wenkang had just left when English teacher Yu came in and started class. The worried or curious gazes in the class finally withdrew. Wen Yu turned his head and glanced at Fu Yuhan.

 

Fu Yuhan frowned: “When you asked me what I’d probably score last time, was it for…?”

 

Wen Yu was amused: “How are you so smart?”

 

“No,” Fu Yuhan didn’t understand, “what was the purpose?”

 

“Director Yan has been looking for me for several days. It would never end if this continued.” Wen Yu twitched his mouth, “My dad’s move is really despicable. Since he doesn’t have time to come to school and corner me himself, he just has the school do ideological work on me… I’m telling you, I’ve met all the school leaders these past few days. Everyone who might have time to do ideological work on me has come.”

 

“So you deliberately did this…?” Fu Yuhan still didn’t quite understand, “Isn’t it necessary? Shouldn’t you use mock exams to identify and fill gaps?”

 

“I told them that going home would affect my grades.” Wen Yu said, rummaging through his desk drawer, “Mock exam scores don’t go on record, and I already refused guaranteed admission… these scores are useless to me… ah, found it.”

 

He pulled out four pieces of rough white paper that didn’t look like much.

 

“What’s this?” Fu Yuhan glanced at it.

 

“Draft paper from the exam, I didn’t turn it in.” Wen Yu said, “One sheet per subject. I wrote down all my answers. I’ll compare them in class later to see where I went wrong.”

 

Fu Yuhan: “…”

 

“Then I thought, since I need to get a lower score anyway, I calculated and scored 535… or maybe 537, the Chinese essay score isn’t that precise.” Wen Yu smiled at him, “For the third mock exam, we can sit in the same exam room.”

 

Fu Yuhan: “…”

 

He didn’t speak for a long while. Wen Yu suddenly felt uneasy: “Are you angry?”

 

“…I’m speechless.” Fu Yuhan looked at him and said word by word, “What can I even say about you?”

 

Identifying and filling gaps? He had backed up his own answers.

 

Scores important? He had already said he didn’t plan to take guaranteed admission.

 

Not following rules? Forget that—Fu Yuhan would never make Wen Yu “follow rules.”

 

He sighed: “I suddenly feel like my hard-earned scores are being looked down upon.”

 

Wen Yu scratched his head and twitched his mouth—he hadn’t thought of this: “I was wrong—but I thought you’d be happy to take exams together next time? Every exam we don’t see each other for most of the day.”

 

“You’re the one who wants to take exams together, right?” Fu Yuhan knew him well and immediately looked at him sideways, “How long have you been thinking about this?”

 

Wen Yu laughed heartily.

 

“For a long time,” he said, “a very, very long time.”

 

He had liked him for a very, very long time too.

 

Wen Yu was particularly excited. Perhaps people who had been constrained in frameworks for a long time would get extremely excited when occasionally pulling off something big, especially when this big thing wouldn’t substantially affect anything—although it looked a bit “excessive,” it only looked that way.

 

As soon as class ended, Wen Yu went to the office. When in a good mood, even being lectured was enjoyable. He put on a sorrowful expression to listen to the teachings, but actually let it go in one ear and out the other, not hearing half a sentence.

 

After the homeroom teacher finished lecturing him, there was the grade group leader, followed by teachers and directors from the academic affairs office and student affairs office.

 

These teachers had all talked to him about the “going home” issue in recent days. Who didn’t know what game he was playing?

 

But a key point in educational work was—you cannot make presumptions of guilt.

 

So even though everyone knew what was going on, as long as Wen Yu himself didn’t nod and admit it, no one had the right to accuse him of despising exams.

 

With the college entrance exam approaching, student performance was still the top priority.

 

After a whole day of education, the teachers were tired too. Director Yan waved his hand, dismissed Wen Yu to return to class, then turned around and called Wen Ziming.

 

Wen Yu didn’t know what they said, only that from that day on, Director Yan never looked for him alone again.

 

“Victory.”

 

Holding test papers that differed by only 3 points, Wen Yu smiled and made a “V” sign to Fu Yuhan.

 

Their class rankings differed by only 1 place, their names next to each other on the chart, hidden among the crowd of names.

 

Secretly, like a couple.

 

“Don’t do such heart-stopping things anymore.” This time Fu Yuhan very carefully helped him check the answers on the draft paper, confirming that as usual he hadn’t gotten much wrong and could still maintain first-place standards, finally relaxing his expression.

 

“I won’t.” Wen Yu paused and promised him, “At least I’ll tell you in advance next time.”

 

“…” Fu Yuhan looked at him helplessly, “You.”

 

“Me.” Wen Yu squeezed his hand under the desk, “But look, the school leaders aren’t looking for me anymore. Maybe we can go home soon.”

 

“…I don’t want any more complications. If you do this again, I’m afraid I’ll have heart problems.” Fu Yuhan said quietly, “Let’s stay at Brother Chen’s until after the college entrance exam.”

 

“Okay, I’ll listen to you on all of this. But there’s one thing you need to listen to me on.”

 

“What?”

 

“Next time we’re in the same exam room,” Wen Yu looked up at him seriously, “come with me to the first exam room.”

 

Fu Yuhan had improved by over seventy ranks from the first to second mock exam, jumping from the seventh exam room to the fourth—remarkably fast progress.

 

He was smart. Rather than being unable to learn, it was more that he had wasted two years not studying properly. Picking it up again was painful at first, but then gradually became smoother.

 

Recently, Wen Yu could even occasionally be stumped by his questions, and the two could discuss solutions to major problems together.

 

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and thought, then said softly: “After the third mock exam, the only major test left is the college entrance exam. There won’t be a first exam room anymore.”

 

“You know what I mean.” Wen Yu said.

 

“Mm.” Fu Yuhan nodded, “Yu-ge.”

 

“Mm?”

 

“See you at T University, it’s agreed.” Fu Yuhan hooked his finger, extending only his pinky to hook Wen Yu’s, shaking it, “Pinky promise.”

 

Wen Yu smiled.

 

“Pinky promise.” He cooperated with Fu Yuhan’s action, completing this childish yet solemn ceremony.

 

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