CFHE Chapter 93

Fu Yuhan clearly saw that in that instant, several people had various expressions.

 

Some were surprised, and naturally there were also… those who didn’t look too pleased.

 

He’d come today to be arm candy, so he silently shut his mouth and let his gaze sweep across everyone’s faces, somewhat amused.

 

After the boys over there joked around to warm up the atmosphere, and Wen Yu went along with a few jokes, the mood became lively again. Only then did Fu Yuhan pull Wen Yu aside and say softly: “Is it okay to come out like that? That person over there seems unable to accept it.”

 

“Even if they can’t accept it, they won’t say anything to my face. It’s fine.” Wen Yu looked at him. “Anyway, the only ones I’m close with are Yang Fan and those few.”

 

They had already… mastered the full routine of teasing the couple, eating dog food, and wailing in despair in the small group chat these past few days anyway.

 

As long as good friends could accept it, who gave a damn about others.

 

Whether they’d even stay in contact for a few years after graduation was still a question.

 

“But…” Fu Yuhan stretched his neck, his gaze lightly sweeping over the two girls there, then retracted his head, a hint of amusement entering his eyes. “There’s someone among those two girls who has a crush on you, right?”

 

He was a very perceptive person. Although he usually didn’t say anything, he could distinguish the subconscious sharp bitterness released in an instant and the forced restraint quickly withdrawn.

 

“I’ve heard.” Wen Yu didn’t even turn his head back, looking at him with amusement. “What, are you getting jealous?”

 

“TV dramas always seem to play it like this—’a hidden love rival appears around one’s other half, the main spouse makes a scene first’ or something.” Fu Yuhan said thoughtfully.

 

“Then I’d have to make a scene first,” Wen Yu thought about it. “Our Fu-ge has so many admirers at Third High. Last month one day when I went to the bathroom, I even heard two underclass girls I didn’t know chatting in our senior year hallway about what to do since Fu-ge was about to graduate—”

 

“Stop, cut it out.” Fu Yuhan raised a hand and lifted an eyebrow. “Let’s call it even, okay? Nobody expose anyone’s dirt.”

 

Wen Yu bent over laughing: “Deal.”

 

…

 

While these two chatted happily on the side, Chu Lei here covered the left side of his cheek and said mournfully: “My tooth hurts.”

 

“My balls hurt.” Yang Fan looked heavily at his shoe tips. “I suddenly realized that one of my best brothers and my second-best brother are living together in bliss, leaving me behind hand-in-hand.”

 

“But you still have a girlfriend.” Pi-qiu followed with equal pain.

 

“But you still have a girlfriend.” Beanpole chose to repeat.

 

“Oh yeah.” Yang Fan had a moment of realization. He turned and ran toward Zhao Tong, who was standing in the group of girls, opening his arms. “Tongtong, I need you—”

 

Chu Lei covered the right side of his cheek: “Fuck.”

 

Little couples killing people everywhere, single dogs could only cry while holding their heads.

 

Grades weren’t out yet. Every seemingly happy day concealed surging undercurrents.

 

This life was unbearable.

 

Although it had only been a few days since the college entrance exam ended, far fewer people could be contacted—some who’d had mental breakdowns during the exam or had bad premonitions after finishing had already disappeared from the class group chat. Word was they were preparing to retake the exam or go abroad.

 

After waiting another half hour, only twenty-something people from Yang Fan’s class had arrived. The class monitor waved grandly: “Forget it, let’s not wait anymore. If we wait any longer, the teachers will be off work!”

 

With that, he led the team into the school.

 

Those few who weren’t wearing school uniforms had to register one by one at the entrance before they could go in. Fu Yuhan had it even worse—as an unaffiliated “accessory,” he had to explain the reason and register his ID number, thus ending up last.

 

As soon as he walked out of the security office, he saw Wen Yu standing outside waiting for him, one hand in his pocket in a casual posture.

 

Fu Yuhan was slightly stunned: “You didn’t go upstairs with them?”

 

“Afraid you couldn’t find the place.” Wen Yu looked up and smiled at him.

 

This smile was as proper as their first meeting. Fu Yuhan suddenly realized he’d unconsciously put on that “good student” skin again.

 

He’d just shockingly come out to his old classmates, yet was pretending like it was real.

 

But well, coming back to school—understandable.

 

After pretending to be a good kid in front of high school teachers for three years, everyone would subconsciously try to package themselves a bit more properly when returning to school, to prevent teachers from seeing their decadent and vulgar souls that were still indulging in nightclubs and getting drunk the night before.

 

“If I couldn’t find the place, I could wander around… or are you hoping I’ll go into the office with you?” As Fu Yuhan spoke, he suddenly realized something terrifying.

 

And Wen Yu didn’t leave him any room for fantasy—

 

“Of course,” he nodded as naturally as could be. “Since we’re already here, what’s wrong with seeing the teachers?”

 

Fu Yuhan: “…”

 

His face was full of suspicion: “You’re not planning to announce our relationship in front of the teachers, are you? I think…” that’s really not necessary.

 

There were millions of people in this world. Naturally, some could understand and some couldn’t. As long as their relationship was good, there was no need to show off in front of everyone.

 

That’s what Fu Yuhan thought.

 

Wen Yu straightened his collar, looking like a gentleman, smiled at him, and said: “How could that be.”

 

“Really?” Fu Yuhan was still very doubtful.

 

“Baby, how can you not trust me?” Wen Yu put on an innocent look. Taking advantage of no one being around, he reached out and scratched Fu Yuhan’s clean, pretty chin. “Or do you want to?”

 

Fu Yuhan didn’t want to. He shook his head, pulled down his hand, and followed him with half-belief and half-doubt.

 

The school offices were only so big. Each time about seven or eight people could go in. The twenty-something people quickly divided into small groups to visit teachers in different offices, chat for a bit, come out, and switch places. Wen Yu directly took him to their homeroom teacher’s office.

 

Before going upstairs, they’d agreed with Yang Fan, Chu Lei, and the others to meet here.

 

When Wen Yu suddenly transferred schools in his senior year, the homeroom teacher was naturally very distressed. Seeing him return, she warmly inquired after him. She was a kind-looking middle-aged woman who treated students as affectionately as a mother. Fu Yuhan could tell Wen Yu had a good impression of her—because at least when she said some idle chatter, this young master didn’t retort sarcastically.

 

After catching up with the student she hadn’t seen in nearly a year, the homeroom teacher finally looked at the only unfamiliar student in the office: “This is…”

 

“I’m…” He opened his mouth.

 

The few classmates squatting nearby quickly looked over. Fu Yuhan saw an unfamiliar boy reveal a terrified expression in the corner.

 

“This is my current classmate,” Wen Yu picked up the thread, smiling as he told the homeroom teacher. “He’s middle school classmates with Yang Fan and them. We arranged to hang out later, so I brought him along.”

 

He really didn’t come out. The reason he gave was reasonable too.

 

Fu Yuhan breathed a sigh of relief.

 

“Oh, I see.” The homeroom teacher understood, looking at Fu Yuhan and asking, “How did you Third High students prepare for this year’s college entrance exam?”

 

“…” Fu Yuhan choked. “The scores aren’t out yet, Teacher.”

 

How would he know?

 

The rivalry between First High and Third High went way back. Hearing this exchange, the group all laughed.

 

“…That’s right, look at me, I got too excited seeing a Third High student.” The homeroom teacher smiled and casually asked, “Then how do you think you did?”

 

Usually this question was followed by asking about applications. Fu Yuhan found it troublesome and just came clean. He nodded properly: “Not bad. Planning to apply to T University with Wen Yu and them.”

 

“T University, T University is good.” The homeroom teacher nodded approvingly, then turned to ask about other students’ applications.

 

After all, they were First High students. Applications were mainly T University and P University, with other top domestic schools mixed in—basically chosen for major-related reasons. A small portion chose good local schools.

 

Since scores weren’t out yet, the homeroom teacher could only send verbal blessings and give some application advice to individual students who needed help.

 

Coming out of the office, Yang Fan asked: “Beanpole, you’re really not going to T University with us?”

 

“Let me discuss it more with my family,” Beanpole scratched his head, somewhat helpless. “Grandma’s getting old too. When we met last month, she said she hoped I’d stay local… tch.”

 

“If you don’t go out and explore while you’re young, you might not get another chance later?” After the college entrance exam ended, when these few chatted, they all carried a bit of an “adult” flavor.

 

“That’s why I want to try.” Beanpole said.

 

“Then here’s to Beanpole successfully convincing his family. Everyone else—” Yang Fan extended his hand. “See you at T University?”

 

“See you at T University!” The others stacked their hands one by one, then flung them into the air together.

 

The time for scores to come out was neither near nor far—it happened to be on Wen Yu’s birthday.

 

The night before, before sleeping, Wen Yu’s WeChat, which had been silent for a while, suddenly vibrated. Wen Ziming’s secretary sent him a message.

 

Secretary: Young Master, the Chairman asks what gift you want for your birthday this year?

 

At the time, he was playing a cooperative casual game with Fu Yuhan, having a blast. Seeing the message, his lips immediately twitched: “He can actually remember to ask what gift I want?”

 

Fu Yuhan pressed pause and stuck his head over, lowering his eyes to say softly: “Strange?”

 

“Yeah, in the past, if I behaved obediently, he’d proactively give me gifts he chose… He’d only ask what I wanted when he really couldn’t think of what to give.” Wen Yu picked up his phone. “This year… last time I saw him, I defied him.”

 

“Maybe just looking for a conversation starter to ask about your scores?” Fu Yuhan thought about it. “Scores come out tomorrow.”

 

“Could also be that the divorce lawsuit isn’t going well. I heard Mom’s lawyer has caused him quite a bit of trouble.” Wen Yu smiled, replying to the message while leaning on him. “Hey, did you prepare a gift for me?”

 

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes: “What do you think?”

 

“Mm,” Wen Yu nodded satisfactorily. “Then I’ll wait for it.”

 

Fu Yuhan waited until midnight to be the first to say “happy birthday” to Wen Yu.

 

Although it didn’t fall under the category of gifts, this night, he was going to give himself as a gift.

 

The two young people fooled around until nearly dawn before groggily embracing each other to sleep. Fu Yuhan had prepared a surprise and was afraid of oversleeping, so he quietly pressed his phone under his neck so the alarm would wake him the first moment it rang.

 

Although his body was a bit uncomfortable, he still got up very early that day, received three same-city delivery packages, and had a busy morning.

 

Then, seeing the time was about right, he took a deep breath and sat down on the sofa, opening his laptop, preparing to check scores.

 

Before the college entrance exam, he’d studied very hard. During the exam, he felt it went okay too. He just hoped for normal performance.

 

Not many art students could score high. As long as he could perform at his third mock exam level, getting into T University wouldn’t be a problem.

 

Fu Yuhan knew his own level and wasn’t that nervous. Perhaps there were too many people logging in simultaneously—his login was a bit slow, but this didn’t make him anxious.

 

After seeing his score, Fu Yuhan breathed a sigh of relief—although it was a bit lower than the third mock exam, it was enough.

 

Then his heart suddenly started racing wildly.

 

Fu Yuhan logged out and grabbed a small note from the coffee table. Written on it were both their account numbers and passwords.

 

They’d originally agreed that whoever woke up first would check for the other person. Fu Yuhan had cheated by taking advantage of always being a light sleeper—

 

He returned to the login screen, preparing to enter Wen Yu’s number.

 

After failing to input the exam number correctly for a while, he realized his hands were shaking a bit.

 

The day they left the exam hall, Wen Yu had called him saying he felt pretty good and probably didn’t get many wrong. So although Fu Yuhan hadn’t mentioned it during this month and a half, in his heart he still held some small, perhaps unrealistic fantasy—

 

Maybe, possibly…

 

He bit his lip, forcibly controlling his hands to try not to tremble, clicked login, and switched to the scores page.

 

The next second, Fu Yuhan’s eyes widened slightly.

 

At the end of that row of scores, in clear white text on black background, that 716 score—he looked back and forth three times, confirming he hadn’t read it wrong.

 

In that instant, the thought that flashed through Fu Yuhan’s mind was—good thing Wen Yu’s phone had died and shut off at midnight.

 

Otherwise, it would probably be exploding right now.

 

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Author’s Notes: Happy Christmas Eve~

 

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