CFHE Chapter 78

Wen Yu felt his often cynical heart had never been so peaceful. He fell asleep with a heart full of tender feelings—

 

Then was awakened by pig-slaughtering pain.

 

“Hiss…” He sucked in a cold breath, struggling to suppress the anger rising from lack of sleep, and asked through gritted teeth: “Fu Yuhan, you’re getting revenge on me, aren’t you?”

 

It felt like he hadn’t slept long, but Fu Yuhan was actually pinching his inner thigh to force him to get up.

 

“It’s 6:44, bro.”

 

In the darkness of the room, Fu Yuhan lit up his phone screen, placing the large time display on the lock screen in front of Wen Yu’s head, his slender index finger tapping it twice.

 

Then he paused, seeming a bit aggrieved: “Besides, the muscles on your thigh are so hard… I haven’t even complained about my hand hurting.”

 

Wen Yu: “…”

 

Wen Yu was depressed for a while, probably digesting the devastating news that “it felt like I just lay down but an hour and forty-four minutes had passed,” then he propped himself up with both arms, emerged from under the blanket, and with eyes closed grabbed Fu Yuhan’s right hand, holding his fingers and rubbing them: “Does it hurt?”

 

“It’s okay, I’m not that delicate.” Fu Yuhan smiled lightly and pulled his hand away, “Get up. I’m disabled and I’ve already finished washing up. If you don’t get up, we’ll both be late again.”

 

“Still disabled?” Wen Yu glanced at his leg while putting on clothes, “Hasn’t it gotten better?”

 

“Much better, but still hurts a bit.” Fu Yuhan said, “Getting to school today will probably take a long time.”

 

Even though it was only a few hundred meters—

 

“You should call a car, I’ll finish washing up quickly.” Wen Yu hurriedly got out of bed.

 

“Calling a car for a few hundred meters, won’t the driver think we’re messing with him?”

 

“What does it matter? Just pay extra and it’s done.” Wen Yu had already rushed into the bathroom at extreme speed, “Use my phone—”

 

Fu Yuhan: “…”

 

Admittedly, Young Master Wen was considerate enough, even thinking about the payment issue, but Fu Yuhan still didn’t move.

 

He packed his school bag and sat quietly in the living room.

 

“Did you call the car?” Soon, Wen Yu came out of the bathroom.

 

Fu Yuhan shook his head: “I can’t unlock your phone.”

 

Wen Yu was stunned.

 

“Besides,” Fu Yuhan glanced at the wall clock, “I think we can still make it.”

 

“What?” Wen Yu picked up his phone and quickly unlocked the screen.

 

There were still 10 minutes until 7 o’clock. At Fu Yuhan’s turtle speed, there was no way they’d make it.

 

“Yu-ge,” Fu Yuhan looked up at him, his tone as calm and indifferent as always, “carry me to school?”

 

“…”

 

Wen Yu tapped his phone a few times and pointed the camera at Fu Yuhan’s face: “Turn your head around.”

 

Fu Yuhan saw it was the necessary verification process for adding FaceID permissions.

 

He moved his head following the screen prompts while asking: “Aren’t you afraid I’ll go through your phone to check up on you?”

 

“Theoretically, I don’t like others touching my things.” After Wen Yu finished speaking, he suddenly paused, looked at him again, and his voice suddenly became smaller, “…but you’re already in my ‘private territory,’ aren’t you?”

 

Fu Yuhan raised an eyebrow.

 

Wen Yu’s expression was quite normal, but his tone seemed shy, which looked really amusing.

 

“Then,” Wen Yu put away his phone, “shall we go? Carry you to school—as long as you don’t think it’s embarrassing.”

 

“What do I have to be embarrassed about? If you’re carrying me, isn’t it you who should be embarrassed?” Fu Yuhan argued confidently.

 

The logic seemed sound, and Wen Yu deeply agreed.

 

For eighteen-year-old boys, heads could be severed but dignity absolutely couldn’t be lost. But when he thought about it carefully, he felt there was nothing wrong with carrying his wife to school.

 

No one would think of them as a couple; they’d just think it was playful banter between good bros.

 

A bit of stolen intimacy amidst worldwide pretense—

 

What in this world could be happier than daytime “affair”?

 

Nothing.

 

Wen Yu quickly put on his jacket, handed his backpack to Fu Yuhan, and brought his shoes from the door.

 

He half-crouched in front of Fu Yuhan.

 

Fu Yuhan naturally wrapped his arms around his neck.

 

They walked out like this.

 

Going downstairs, Fu Yuhan handed over a phone screen from behind: “Turn your head around.”

 

Wen Yu was stunned, smiled as he passed the FaceID verification, then strode out with his long legs—

 

–

 

Despite rushing, they were still a bit late when they arrived at school.

 

Fortunately, the teacher’s morning shuttle bus was also slightly delayed today, so when they slipped into the classroom, the homeroom teacher hadn’t appeared yet.

 

It’s just that their overly bold posture drew sideways glances from Class 6 students.

 

Ge Ran, who was usually responsible for recording tardiness, was so shocked by their appearance that her hand shook. She touched Xu Qianyi’s shoulder: “I think they’re real.”

 

“You’re right,” Xu Qianyi nodded, “so are you going to let them off?”

 

“No way, I need to ask about the situation.” Ge Ran turned around and raised her voice slightly: “Fu Yuhan, Wen Yu, what’s your situation?”

 

Wen Yu had some subtle feelings toward this “rival in love” who wasn’t really a rival, and answered before Fu Yuhan could: “Report, class monitor, Fu-ge injured his leg and can’t walk fast.”

 

“So,” Ge Ran twitched her mouth corners, “you went to pick him up this morning… or did you two spend the night together?”

 

Fu Yuhan had just come out to Ge Ran the day before, so this question made heat rush from behind his ears straight to the top of his head.

 

“What are you saying, class monitor?” Wen Yu looked like “are you kidding me,” smiling lazily, “I just saw Fu-ge crawling toward school like a turtle on the road and kindly helped him out. We were about to be late, weren’t we?”

 

“Oh, I see,” Ge Ran’s eyes flickered, “then, were your names taken down by the duty class when you came in?”

 

“No, we came in through the guard room. The security uncle let us off for Fu-ge’s sake.”

 

“Then I won’t record you. Tomorrow… don’t be this late tomorrow.”

 

“Thank you, class monitor.”

 

The suspicious gazes finally withdrew one by one. Fu Yuhan breathed a sigh of relief and said quietly to Wen Yu: “I’ve never liked your pretense this much before.”

 

If not for Wen Yu’s maxed-out skill in talking nonsense to different people, he really wouldn’t have known how to respond to Ge Ran’s question just now.

 

Wen Yu glanced at him and smiled: “Can you remove the last five words and say it again?”

 

“…” Fu Yuhan pulled out a notebook and threw it at him.

 

The white pages scattered with a rustling sound, hit the person, then closed back together.

 

Both were stunned.

 

Fu Yuhan came to his senses and reached to grab it: “Give it back—”

 

“There’s no reason to take back what’s been given to me.” Wen Yu nimbly dodged and flipped it open with his hand, seeing a familiar can of coffee.

 

The date mark on this page was—

 

December 11th.

 

A very ordinary day when a young man brought his deskmate a can of hot coffee for warming hands, along with ordinary cafeteria lunch.

 

“I thought I grabbed the Five-Three…” Fu Yuhan was a bit embarrassed, “Give it back to me.”

 

“Why won’t you let me have it?”

 

“…”

 

“Mm?” Wen Yu turned his head.

 

Bright daylight shone in from behind Fu Yuhan, illuminating Wen Yu’s gentle features.

 

This person, this person he liked, the truly soft person hidden beneath a soft exterior with a thorny interior, like a sandwich cookie, his coconut spirit, was looking at him with a gaze that contained three parts amusement.

 

Actually, this was just a very ordinary morning self-study session—not a holiday, not a festival, the weather neither good nor bad, they were a little late but not by much… the most mundane of times.

 

Yet Fu Yuhan was suddenly moved by this scene.

 

“What I said before wasn’t entirely a joke. I originally planned to save them until summer and give them all to you on your birthday as a birthday gift. Besides…” Fu Yuhan said, “I’m a bit embarrassed to show you these drawings.”

 

Wen Yu: “What’s there to be embarrassed about…”

 

Fu Yuhan interrupted him: “Just stay like that, don’t move.”

 

As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on Wen Yu’s face while his hand quickly pulled out a recently used sketchbook from the second layer of his messenger bag in his desk drawer, grabbed a pencil, and started drawing.

 

Wen Yu quickly realized he was sketching from life.

 

From his memory, this was the first time he had personally witnessed Fu Yuhan drawing him.

 

“There’s something very magical.” Fu Yuhan said while drawing.

 

Wen Yu didn’t dare move randomly and could only answer in a whisper: “Mm?”

 

“When I drew you before, they were clearly all from memory,” Fu Yuhan chuckled softly, “but surprisingly… there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with them.”

 

Yet when he used to draw Yang Fan’s face from memory, he had gotten many details wrong that ordinary people wouldn’t notice.

 

Wen Yu quickly thought of what Fu Yuhan had said yesterday in the empty building, his gaze moving slightly.

 

Fu Yuhan indeed drew him quite accurately, and he had once heard that for an artist to draw something accurately, they needed thousands of repeated observations and practice.

 

So, how long had Fu Yuhan secretly observed him when he wasn’t paying attention?

 

Wen Yu originally wanted to ask, but soon he reconciled with his curiosity under the other’s focused gaze and the hand constantly moving across the paper.

 

What did it matter?

 

Little Wen the lemon spirit had also received comfort today and didn’t need to eat lemons anymore.

 

–

 

Fu Yuhan spent ten minutes on this quick sketch. After finishing, he closed the notebook and firmly refused Wen Yu’s request to see it.

 

“I’ll give them all to you on your birthday,” Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, reached out his hand toward him, and said flatly, “Give that one back to me too.”

 

“I reasonably suspect you’re whetting my appetite,” Wen Yu looked at him, “and I have some evidence.”

 

“What do you want to do about it?” Fu Yuhan raised an eyebrow.

 

Wen Yu made an “mm” sound: “A kiss?”

 

“…”

 

The homeroom teacher who had taken the later shuttle bus finally arrived late, immediately directing the class representatives to distribute test papers upon entering.

 

Amidst the noisy classroom, Fu Yuhan pursed his lips and said two words quietly: “I owe you.”

 

“Until when?”

 

“Noon.” Fu Yuhan looked away, “Over by the lab building… not many people go to that restroom.”

 

Wen Yu smiled, his fingertip reaching under the desk to scratch his thigh twice: “Good.”

 

Noon had plenty of time, and when everyone went to the cafeteria, other parts of the campus were actually very quiet.

 

Fu Yuhan’s wound had scabbed over, and he limped to the lab building.

 

They had only agreed to meet for a kiss, but somehow along the way he had the illusion they were going to have an “affair.”

 

It was so embarrassing that his ear tips started burning the moment he left the classroom.

 

Just as he stepped into the lab building, Wen Yu quickly walked to his side and said close to his ear: “Your ears are red.”

 

“If you say two fewer words, I might not beat you up.” Fu Yuhan glanced at him sideways, “Let’s go to the third floor.”

 

“Why the third floor?”

 

“Because there’s no one there, of course.” Fu Yuhan said, “People might pass by the first floor to use the restroom, and the second floor is where they secretly smoke.”

 

As for the third floor, it was high up and quiet.

 

“Fu-ge seems very experienced.” Wen Yu teased him.

 

“I used to like finding places with no people to stay. School was too noisy—everyone seemed happy, but it looked like it had nothing to do with me.”

 

They reached the third floor, and Fu Yuhan walked into the restroom. Wen Yu followed behind him, wanting to close the door but hesitating for a moment without doing so.

 

He grabbed Fu Yuhan’s wrist and dragged him into one of the stalls, locking the door.

 

Perhaps because few people usually used it, the restroom was very clean, and everything still looked new. Wen Yu pushed Fu Yuhan against the stall wall and pressed against him with his body: “Why would it have nothing to do with you?”

 

“I originally wanted to go to First High,” Fu Yuhan hugged him back, “I think it wasn’t until sophomore year that I gradually accepted the fact that I had entered Third High—hey, this restroom is so big, why did you have to go into such a small space?”

 

“It looks more exciting this way,” Wen Yu squinted and smiled at him, “besides, we’re pressed together anyway—”

 

He gently kissed Fu Yuhan’s lips, from tentative pecks to unrestrained passion.

 

The cramped space made each other’s breathing more obvious and clear, quickly becoming chaotic from intertwining. Fu Yuhan’s legs felt weak and he could only press his back against the wall.

 

“Do you still regret coming to Third High now?” Wen Yu asked him unclearly during their lip and tongue entanglement.

 

“I regret it,” Fu Yuhan said, “maybe if I had gone to First High… we would have gotten together earlier?”

 

Actually, that wasn’t necessarily true. Even if they had spent time together two years earlier, Fu Yuhan might not have awakened earlier.

 

But this statement was quite satisfying to Wen Yu.

 

He found Fu Yuhan’s hanging hand, interlocked their fingers, then raised the other’s hand above his head and pressed it against the wall.

 

Light kisses gradually moved toward his neck.

 

To kiss for a few more minutes, neither of them went to eat, stubbornly going hungry until the end of the first afternoon class before having time to go to the school store to buy something to eat.

 

–

 

The people in Class 6 suddenly discovered that these two big shots seemed to have become conjoined twins—

 

Originally they were often inseparable, but human body language was very subtle. Some people walked side by side with a meter between them; some had to walk shoulder to shoulder or with arms around each other; and some, though quite far apart, somehow always looked like they were stuck together.

 

Their side-by-side walking visual effect had jumped from the first type to the second type, and was currently in the third stage.

 

Commonly known as—

 

“Having something going on.”

 

When school ended in the afternoon, the two people “having something going on” left the classroom one after the other, while a bunch of people had already gathered around Ge Ran and Xu Qianyi.

 

Actually, Ge Ran hadn’t spread Fu Yuhan’s sexual orientation secret everywhere, but when she came to her senses, several girls who had secretly had crushes on Fu Yuhan had somehow gathered around her, joining Xu Qianyi in shipping the CP of those two with a “casual gossip” tone while looking at their backs.

 

It didn’t matter that they couldn’t pursue Fu Yuhan.

 

They could still ship the CP.

 

Thinking about it seemed a bit happier than watching Fu Yuhan with other girls.

 

–

 

“Going to the hospital now?” Wen Yu asked him.

 

The afternoon wasn’t rushed and there was heavy foot traffic, so Fu Yuhan finally cared about face and didn’t let Wen Yu carry him; fortunately, after a day of healing, his leg didn’t hurt as much.

 

“Yeah, I promised Xiao Lu.” Fu Yuhan said, “Let’s call a car.”

 

“Call one after we leave the school gate. Don’t you see Director Yao at the entrance? He’ll confiscate our phones in a moment.” Wen Yu felt his pocket, “Are we coming back for evening self-study later?”

 

“Yes.” Fu Yuhan thought for a moment, “Want to make a bet?”

 

“What?”

 

“If my mom is there, we won’t be able to stay for half an hour before we have to leave.”

 

“…” Wen Yu paused, “Then I probably have no chance of winning—thinking about it carefully, if your mom bullies you, I might start fighting with her first.”

 

Fu Yuhan smiled softly.

 

The two walked out of the school gate.

 

The afternoon dismissal happened to be during taxi shift change time, and it was approaching evening rush hour, making it difficult to get a cab. After waiting for a while without success, they decided to walk back to the residential complex to drive there.

 

Fu Yuhan hadn’t said much, seeming to be thinking about something, until Wen Yu drove the car out of the complex garage and he climbed in.

 

“Yu-ge, let’s discuss something.” Fu Yuhan turned his head and looked at him calmly, “If my mom is really at the hospital later, no matter what she says to me, don’t stand up for me.”

 

“…Huh?” Wen Yu’s mouth twitched, “Are you planning to endure in silence for your sister’s sake, or are you planning to do something again?”

 

Fu Yuhan quickly glanced around to make sure no one was passing by, and before fastening his seatbelt, he leaned over and kissed Wen Yu on the lips.

 

“Trust me.” He looked at him intently.

 

“…Fine,” Wen Yu pursed his lips unhappily, “but don’t wrong yourself too much either.”

 

“I won’t. I have no expectations of her anymore, so what’s there to feel wronged about,” Fu Yuhan smiled at the corners of his eyes, sat back to fasten his seatbelt, and said meaningfully, “Now there’s only one person who can make me feel wronged.”

 

“…”

 

“Nonsense, how could I possibly make you feel wronged.” Wen Yu stepped on the gas pedal.

 

Fu Yuhan made an “ah” sound: “My leg injury hasn’t healed yet—Yu-ge, the evidence is conclusive.”

 

“…”

 

Wen Yu was amused by his anger: “Damn.”

 

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