WBLNOFY Chapter 33

Chapter 33 – Extra 3: A Chilled New Year’s Eve Dinner (Part 1)

Extra Story 3: A Chilled New Year’s Eve Dinner, Part 1

Novel Title: We Best Love: 永遠の１位 (We Best Love: No. 1 for You)

Original Script Writer：林珮瑜 (Lin Peiyu)

Author：羽宸寰 (Yu Chenhuan)

Japanese Translator 1：李佳歆 (Li Jiaxin)

Japanese Translator 2：夏海 (Natsumi)

English Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: 周書逸 (Zhou Shuyi -MC) & 高仕德 (Gao Shide -ML)

*Please read at knoxt.space, the original site of translation. TQ*

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“Happy New Year. I wish you good health and happiness.”

“Shide, you’re such a good boy. Here’s a New Year’s gift. Be sure to listen to your father and mother, all right?”

“Thank you, Uncle, Auntie.”

“Oh my, Shouyi! You’ve gotten taller again—and even more handsome. You’ll be taking your university entrance exams this year, won’t you? Work hard. Once you get into medical school, you’ll be the one to inherit the hospital someday.”

“Thank you, Auntie.”

On New Year’s Eve, families gathered together. Standing at the entrance with his parents, Pei Shouyi greeted relatives and invited guests as they arrived.

During dinner, the catering staff bustled about in the open kitchen, preparing the meal.

As soon as the chef finished a dish, the servers carried the freshly made, steaming food straight to the table.

Hiring a catering service wasn’t cheap, but compared to booking a hotel banquet, having dinner at home made the New Year’s Eve atmosphere feel warmer and more genuine.

Around twenty people were seated in the spacious dining room. The elders sat at the main table, while the younger ones gathered at a smaller one nearby. Conversation flowed cheerfully—from talk about health and work to topics of children’s studies and grades.

And whenever that subject came up, the name most often mentioned among all the children was Pei Shouyi, who always had the best grades.

“The director is truly blessed. I’m sure Shouyi will get into T University’s medical school,” said one guest, a professor at T University’s medical faculty, raising his glass toward Director Pei—Shouyi’s mother, who ran a hospital. “How wonderful. Unlike my son, of course. If he ever manages to pass the national university exams, I’ll personally go to a temple to offer thanks.”

The professor’s middle-school-aged son, who sat at the same table, glared at Shouyi with resentment for the boy who had always outperformed him since childhood.

Covering her mouth with her hand as she smiled, Pei Shouyi’s mother replied, “Well, we don’t know yet if he’ll pass smoothly or not. But if he really does get in, Professor Zhang, I’ll be counting on your further guidance over the coming years.”

“Of course. It would be my pleasure to mentor such an outstanding student as Shouyi.”

Pei Shouyi’s mother lifted her own glass, smiling at the professor who would one day be her son’s academic advisor.

“Then I’ll be in your care, Professor.”

“And I yours, Director.”

Throughout the conversation, the seventeen-year-old at the center of everyone’s praise said not a single word.

He simply kept eating quietly, his expression unreadable.

The other kids laughed and chatted among themselves, but none dared approach Pei Shouyi, whose face remained impassive.

“Pei Shouyi! It’s been over thirty minutes and you’re still eating?” From the main table, his father’s expression suddenly darkened. He slammed his chopsticks onto the table, ignoring the guests sitting nearby, and barked sharply at his son.

The young man thus singled out calmly, setting down his utensils, stood up, and bowed politely to the elders and guests—like a machine responding to a programmed command. Then, in a flat, emotionless voice, he said, “Happy New Year. I’m full now, so please excuse me. I’ll return to my room.”

“You eat like a pig! Your grades have already dropped, and yet you still keep stuffing your face?”

Pei Shouyi ignored his father’s scornful, mocking words, delivered right in front of relatives and guests.

Turning his back on the now-silent dining room, he walked away under the weight of everyone’s uncomfortable stares. He returned to his room, pulled out his chair, and opened the exam prep textbook he’d only read halfway through.

Then, as if to shut everything out, he continued working through the long list of impossible problems to solve.

Seven-year-old Gao Shide had seen everything.

After his cousin left, the adults went back to chatting as though nothing had happened.

Watching them, and the New Year’s dishes growing cold on the plate—left half-eaten—Gao Shide quietly murmured his cousin’s name.

“Brother Shouyi…”

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In the final exams, Pei Shouyi ranked second in his grade — ten points behind the top scorer.

Although he remained the top student in his class, such a result, in the eyes of his parents, was nothing short of a failure.

His father was a respected authority in the medical field, and his mother the director of a major hospital. Ever since Pei Shouyi received his very first report card in first grade, he had borne the full weight of his parents’ expectations.

In competitions or exams alike, anything less than first place was unacceptable.

If he failed even once, he would be subjected to endless mockery and humiliation.

And the more people were around to witness it, the harsher his father’s insults would become — until he reclaimed first place again.

It was as though he were an elephant in Thailand, chained in a scenic tourist spot, forced to labor day and night in the jungle.

Even if the iron chains rubbed his skin raw and left bleeding, festering wounds, he had no choice but to endure it — otherwise, he would be mercilessly whipped by the handler.

The only time he ever rebelled was after the final exams, just before his third-year graduation trip.

He had lost a few points due to a careless mistake and ended up with a score below ninety.

Looking at his report card, he knew that if his father saw it, there was no way he’d sign the parental consent form for the trip.

It would be his only chance to travel with his friends before graduation — a chance that would vanish just like that.

So, he secretly went to a seal engraver and had a stamp made that imitated his homeroom teacher’s seal.

Then, he printed a forged version of his report card and stamped it himself.

He tricked his father into signing the consent form, and afterward, even forged his father’s handwriting on the real report card.

He thought he’d successfully deceived his parents. But a week later, when his mother attended the parent-teacher meeting, the homeroom teacher asked her about the reason for his lower scores — and the forgery was exposed.

When he got home, his father called him into the study.

The man placed the genuine report card on the desk and said coldly: “I’ve already asked your teacher to excuse you from the graduation trip. You’ll be staying home with a tutor that day to study.”

“Father! I already promised my classmates…”

For the past three years, his life had been nothing but a cycle of school, cram school, and tutoring at home.

He had never gone out to have fun with friends — not even to have a simple meal together.

This trip would have been his only chance to take a breath outside his home, to create some good memories with his friends.

But with a single word from his father, that hope vanished without a trace.

“Father, I’m sorry. Please, I’m begging you…” For the first time in his life, he resisted — and for the first time, he knelt before his father.

He cried, apologized, and admitted that he was wrong.

He swore he would study with a tutor, go to cram school, and work late into the night if that’s what it took.

All he wanted was for his father to sign the consent form for the trip.

But his plea was cruelly rejected.

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*Translator’s Note: How can anyone treat their child like this? I’m so angry! -K

Next update: 2026.10.04

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