CFHE Chapter 81

Fu Yuhan felt this wasn’t quite right—the scab on his leg wound hadn’t fallen off yet.

 

Young people had strong desires, but they couldn’t always be thinking about such things. It had only been a few days, and how many times already?

 

While ladling soup from the pot, Wen Yu came up from behind him, wrapping around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder.

 

Having someone hanging on him wasn’t convenient for doing things, but today Fu Yuhan didn’t hit him—Wen Yu really liked clinging tightly to him, and Fu Yuhan vaguely felt it was because he lacked a sense of security.

 

While ladling soup, Fu Yuhan said: “Don’t you think we should restrain ourselves a bit—aren’t you going to the finals soon?”

 

“Early next month, I think.” Wen Yu buried his nose in the sweater on him, his voice muffled as a result, “I don’t know, I wasn’t originally such an unrestrained person… but when I hold you, I want to.”

 

“You could not hold me.”

 

“That’s impossible. When I see you I want to hold you, and when I hold you I want to do other things…” Wen Yu said, “Sometimes I dream at night about locking you up, not letting you go take photos as a model, preferably only letting me see you… Am I very perverted?”

 

Fu Yuhan finished ladling the soup, covered the rice cooker lid and chuckled softly, his waist shaking with laughter.

 

“Yu-ge.” He called.

 

“Mm?”

 

“I’m someone who can break out of cages myself. Even if you really locked me up, I’d have ways to get out.” Fu Yuhan said, “So with me, you don’t need to suppress yourself so much. You can’t hurt me.”

 

“Then…” Wen Yu’s arms around him began to stir restlessly.

 

Fu Yuhan pressed down on his hands: “Stop, let us study properly tonight.”

 

Wen Yu: “…”

 

“I’m serious,” Fu Yuhan picked up a bowl of soup in each hand and walked toward the living room, his voice drawn into a long tone, light and carrying a psalm-like rhythm, “I’m still waiting for you to bring back a big award.”

 

Wen Yu sighed, let go of him and sat in a chair, lifting his eyelids to look at him: “So obsessed with this award?”

 

“Since you’re going anyway, winning an award wouldn’t be a waste of time. Besides—” Fu Yuhan placed the soup bowls on the table, looked down at him from above, his left index finger precisely touching his Adam’s apple, sliding up and stopping at his jaw, “We need to let others know that my boyfriend is clearly the most outstanding person under heaven, right?”

 

That attitude carried just the right amount of arrogance, like a king looking down on all beings, confidently and assuredly questioning the knight before his throne.

 

The knight’s taut heartstrings were thus plucked into chaos, beating heavily in disorder yet vibrantly.

 

Wen Yu grasped his hand, pulled it to his lips for a peck, and softly hummed in agreement.

 

“As you command, my highness.”

 

He thought, just for those words, he had to give it his all.

 

Even though it had been a long time since he desperately wanted to achieve any particular result in an exam.

 

Fu Yuhan’s fingertip that had been kissed was inexplicably shocked, and he quickly pulled his hand back, his expression somewhat unnatural: “What highness or not, you’re so chuunibyou… let’s eat.”

 

Wen Yu looked at his slightly red ear tips and revealed a triumphant, cunning smile.

 

The two sat down for a late-night snack, then each took out their homework to study at the small table—Fu Yuhan pondered over his test papers while Wen Yu pulled out his competition problem set—both spending a pure and ascetic evening.

 

Early the next morning, with the reminder of his “boyfriend human alarm clock,” Wen Yu went downstairs to find a locksmith who was heading out early and brought him back to change the front door lock before school. Then he called the housekeeper, telling her not to come for the next few days and to wait until the weekend.

 

“Are you planning to give her a key?” Fu Yuhan received a spare key from Wen Yu.

 

“I’ll probably have to. My dad pays the housekeeper’s salary, so if I fire her, he’ll know. If Aunt Fang didn’t tell my dad… I don’t want to fight with him for now.” Wen Yu thought and said, “Xiao Han, would you blame me for not telling my family about us?”

 

“I’ll ask you the same question.” Fu Yuhan looked at him, “I don’t care… I don’t think our lives need to be explained to our parents. The housekeeper’s cooking is quite good, keeping her isn’t bad either.”

 

“I suddenly feel so useless.” Wen Yu suddenly sighed.

 

Fu Yuhan frowned and turned his head in confusion.

 

They were on their way to school with people coming and going. Wen Yu could only look at Fu Yuhan’s aloof face so close by and sigh, unable to do anything. A vague displeasure and slight sense of defeat suddenly enveloped him: “If I earned money myself, I could pay her salary at worst, but… sigh, I’m not as capable as you.”

 

“The grade first saying this—do you want to let others live?” Fu Yuhan chuckled lightly, his tone casual, “We’re seniors, it’s time to study, not earn money.”

 

“But…”

 

“Don’t think about these things, think about your competition.” Fu Yuhan looked at him, “Yu-ge, I also went to competition class in middle school. Just think of it as… fulfilling a dream for me.”

 

At 6:32 in the morning, the rising sun hadn’t yet revealed its golden face, but the young man’s eyes still crashed brilliantly into another person’s heart.

 

Until the morning of the finals, Wen Yu could still look at the dawn light and remember what Fu Yuhan had said and how he looked when he said it.

 

The finals were set for March 2nd, Friday. Fu Yuhan had to attend class and couldn’t accompany him, so he was distracted early in the morning.

 

Student time passed quickly. Senior year flew by in daily reviews and occasional flirtation. During this period, Wen Yu would regularly go to the hospital with Fu Yuhan to visit Qin Xiaolu. There was no movement from Fang Wanjing’s side either, and life peacefully passed for a while.

 

Under Fu Yuhan’s insistence, the matter of selling the house was finally put on the agenda by Uncle Qin and He Yan. After all, between selling the house and letting their daughter give up treatment, selling the house was obviously more acceptable.

 

“Wen Yu? Wen Yu?” The supervising teacher called repeatedly, “What are you thinking about? Get in the car!”

 

Wen Yu came back to his senses: “Coming.”

 

After two rounds of competition, only he and a top student from Class 1 remained on Third High’s list. In comparison, First High still had four people left, one fewer than last year due to Wen Yu’s transfer.

 

First High was ultimately stronger in competitions.

 

But this year with Wen Yu as their ace, the supervising teacher seemed very excited on the way to the exam venue, chatting with the two students about this and that.

 

Unfortunately, while the teacher was enthusiastic, neither student was very cooperative—

 

The top student from Class 1 had double braids and thick glasses, was an unsmiling poker-faced girl who couldn’t catch the teacher’s jokes; the top student from Class 6, Master Wen Yu, was too preoccupied missing his boyfriend to be interested in making small talk with the teacher.

 

Halfway through his monologue, the supervising teacher finally noticed his audience’s lack of cooperation and awkwardly closed his mouth.

 

The second half of the journey passed in silence.

 

Fortunately, after getting off the car, the somewhat talkative supervising teacher finally found his moment to shine. After all, the necessary pre-exam motivation still had to be done. He smiled and gave the two students a lengthy encouraging speech, leisurely preparing to hear their thoughts.

 

Then he saw the girl push up her glasses, nod at him seriously as if she was going to war rather than taking an exam; while Wen Yu openly took out his phone to check it, a faint smile appearing at the corners of his mouth as he quickly typed a reply before turning it off.

 

Supervising teacher: “…”

 

Should he criticize this blatant phone use or not?

 

Too difficult.

 

“Forget it, you two go in.” He waved his hand wearily, “I’ll go find some old friends to catch up. We’ll still meet here after the exam… good luck.”

 

The girl nodded and walked away immediately; Wen Yu at least gave him some face, bowing slightly and politely saying: “Thank you, teacher.”

 

Thank you for what?

 

The teacher looked confused.

 

The answer was completely off-topic—he suspected this student hadn’t listened to anything he just said!

 

If not for his good grades, he would have been scolded long ago!

 

His anger had nowhere to go as Wen Yu had already walked away leisurely with a pencil case.

 

The day’s exam passed quickly. Compared to winning some award, Wen Yu was obviously more eager to return to school. So the supervising teacher miraculously discovered he had brought back a student who didn’t look run over by a truck after the exam and was even in better spirits than in the morning.

 

“Did it go well?” he guessed.

 

“Not bad,” Wen Yu said modestly, “The last question felt like the solution approach wasn’t quite right, the second-to-last question might have used the wrong formula, the third-to-last question…”

 

“Stop, stop.” Before Wen Yu’s expression changed, the supervising teacher was nearly driven to a heart attack, “Let’s talk about it when we get back. Focus on preparing for the college entrance exam next.”

 

Wen Yu obediently closed his mouth and took out his phone.

 

As soon as he turned it on, Fu Yuhan’s message arrived as expected. Besides replying “good luck” to his pre-exam message, the latest one was sent five minutes ago with the content “how did it feel?”

 

Wen Yu replied “not bad.”

 

It really was not bad—there were definitely mistakes, as he wasn’t some omnipotent person after all, but everything he just said was just to tease the supervising teacher.

 

No particular reason, just because this teacher was too chatty and interfered with his peaceful conversation with Fu Yuhan.

 

Fu Yuhan: I did three sets of problems today, have a headache, and now want to eat meat. When are you coming back?

 

Wen Yu: On my way, what do you want to eat?

 

Fu Yuhan: Red Clay Kitchen?

 

Wen Yu: Good.

 

Fu Yuhan: Then I’ll go to the restaurant after school to get a number and queue up.

 

Wen Yu: You won’t wait for me?

 

Fu Yuhan: If we wait for you to come back, we probably won’t eat until 8 o’clock, my good big brother.

 

Wen Yu: Say the last five words out loud and I’ll agree.

 

Fu Yuhan: …

 

The other side was silent for three minutes before Fu Yuhan sent another message.

 

Fu Yuhan: Killing doesn’t require more than a nod, I see you want me dead.

 

Fu Yuhan: [Voice message]

 

Fu Yuhan: Recorded in the bathroom, but there were people, didn’t dare speak too loudly, just listen to it.

 

The three-second voice message was very short, but Wen Yu stared at that frame for quite a while.

 

He was joking, just habitually teasing Fu Yuhan a couple of sentences. He didn’t expect that Fu-ge, who embodied “wild, domineering, cool, handsome, and arrogant,” would actually find a bathroom to record for him?

 

The treatment of being a boyfriend was really good, making him want to bully Fu Yuhan even more.

 

The car got off the elevated highway. There was a mall parking garage not far from the intersection, and the overall traffic situation was complex, suddenly becoming congested.

 

Several cars around were honking, quite noisy.

 

The cacophony was the best cover. Wen Yu switched to the earpiece, clicked on that voice message, and put it to his ear.

 

Then, in the noisy background, he heard Fu Yuhan’s characteristically cold voice forcibly lowered to the minimum, saying three words deeply—

 

“Good big brother.”

 

Wen Yu’s breath caught in the evening glow.

 

For that form of address, that night, he pinned down Fu Yuhan and bullied him for half the night.

 

Although the college entrance exam was approaching and Wen Yu didn’t want to delay Fu Yuhan’s review progress, he never went to the final step, but they still had plenty of things they could do.

 

When hormones burn out reason, that’s probably what youth is.

 

Old Qin studied for several days and finally learned to bypass intermediaries and post house sale information online; Qin Xiaolu became much more cheerful under her brother’s comfort; and a week later, the competition results finally came back to Third High.

 

Wen Yu won second prize, reportedly only a few points away from first prize.

 

It wasn’t really surprising. After all, he hadn’t prepared seriously in the early stages and only started working hard after listening to Fu Yuhan’s words. Being able to win second prize was already a crushing performance.

 

To put it bluntly, his brain was really unfair to hardworking people.

 

Although somewhat regrettable, this was already quite a good result in Third High’s competition history. Zhou Wenkang was overjoyed and kept talking about applying to the academic affairs office to set up a commendation column for him, which shocked Wen Yu quite a bit.

 

He listened to praise in various offices for a whole round before finally returning to the classroom.

 

“Welcome back, great hero.” Fu Yuhan didn’t look up, greeting him familiarly and naturally.

 

“Mm,” Wen Yu placed a can of coffee on his desk, “brought you a hot one.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

“Are you disappointed?” Wen Yu opened another can of coffee, tilted his head back for a sip, and stared at him studying, “I didn’t get first place nationally.”

 

“Second prize is already amazing, there aren’t many people total.” Fu Yuhan put down his pen and smiled lightly at him, “I didn’t tell you those things to pressure you.”

 

“Mm?”

 

“I just hoped you wouldn’t be too self-destructive.” Fu Yuhan squeezed his hand under the desk, “Maybe you don’t care about these things… I didn’t care about them when I had good grades either. Only when I lost them did I realize how foolish I was, so I hope you never give up no matter what.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“To celebrate your success, should I cook dinner for you tonight?”

 

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow.

 

Fu Yuhan could cook, but in all this time he had never made anything for him—oh, that mung bean soup for sobering up when he was drunk didn’t count.

 

Wen Yu had never made such requests either. Although his heart itched, he wasn’t pursuing Fu Yuhan to find a “cooking auntie.”

 

Besides, they were seniors. Preparing dishes would waste time, and they were already busy enough just finding time to date.

 

Hearing this, he was somewhat surprised and delighted, nodding: “Sure.”

 

“Taking orders.” Fu Yuhan said, “To make it to evening self-study, you can only choose two dishes, anything is fine.”

 

Wen Yu later still gave the key to the housekeeper, while telling her not to mention this to Wen Ziming.

 

Although employed by the big boss, the housekeeper had spent more time with Wen Yu. Middle-aged women always had an inexplicable tenderness for excellent children. Without much thought, she agreed to his request and continued coming at fixed times to cook for him.

 

So actually they had dinner available; what Fu Yuhan was making was just an extra meal.

 

From after school to the start of evening self-study, there was less than two hours total. Shopping, cleaning, and cooking, unlimited meat or vegetables—two dishes was already a lot.

 

But despite this, due to the profound depth of Chinese food culture, Wen Yu still pondered the menu all afternoon.

 

Pondering, also called anticipation, was a racing heart, was a gulp of chilled white peach soda on a summer day.

 

However, happy times were always so brief. After school, at the school gate, both simultaneously saw that eye-catching black Maserati in the distance.

 

Wen Yu’s smile froze at the corners of his mouth, his expression suddenly darkening.

 

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