WBLNOFY Chapter 11

Chapter 11 – All This Time (Part 2)

Chapter 3: All This Time, Part 2

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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~The Infirmary

“What on earth are college students these days thinking?” The man stood with both hands shoved into the pockets of his white coat, looking down mockingly at the person sitting on the bed. Then he turned, directing his sarcasm toward Gao Shide.

“If you’re trying to kill him, just feed him mala hotpot every day!”

“…” The one being scolded hung his head, heavy with guilt. But the one clutching his stomach in pain from the spicy food couldn’t help but speak up.

“I was the one who wanted to eat it. Why are you blaming him?”

There was a quiet kindness in his voice—one he himself didn’t notice. Gao Shide lifted his head, puzzled, and looked at Zhou Shuyi’s profile.

The man threw a folder containing medical records against Zhou Shuyi’s chest, crossed his arms, and went on coldly. “In the U.S., they have a zero-tolerance policy against drunk driving. And if someone causes an accident after drinking, the bar owner who served them can also be held liable. So if you know someone has a weak stomach and shouldn’t eat spicy food but you feed it to them anyway, of course you’ll be blamed.”

“Didn’t think a school doctor would lecture patients like that.” Suspicious, Zhou Shuyi glanced at the man’s name tag. The three characters read— Pei Shouyi.

“I’ll prescribe you some medicine. It’s only a temporary painkiller, so make sure to go to the hospital later,” Pei Shouyi said.

He pulled an antacid and a prescription slip from his pocket, intending to hand them to Zhou Shuyi—but Gao Shide reached out and took them first.

Watching the two of them interact, the school doctor leaned down, the corners of his lips curling faintly. He brought his face close to the patient’s and said icily,

“For this week, avoid oily or spicy food. Unless you’re really trying to die—then I won’t stop you.”

He straightened up, shot a glance at the person sitting beside the bed, and mouthed with mock disbelief, “This idiot’s the one you like?”

At that, Gao Shide glared at him, stood, poured some lukewarm water from the dispenser into a paper cup, and handed it to the sickly Zhou Shuyi along with the medication.

“Take the pills and lie down for a bit. Get some rest.”

“Yeah.” Zhou Shuyi accepted the cup, swallowed the tablet with the warm water, placed a hand over his stomach, and slowly lay down. “Guess I’ll sleep for a while,” he murmured.

Gao Shide draped a thin blanket over him. When the medicine took effect and Zhou Shuyi’s breathing settled into a calm rhythm, he exchanged a silent look with Pei Shouyi, signaling for the man to step outside with him.

As Pei Shouyi followed a moment later, he quietly drew the curtain shut to block out the light, ensuring Zhou Shuyi could sleep soundly. Then he sat at his desk, staring at the young man who resembled him so much. “What are you so afraid of? If you like him, just say it.”

“He probably hates me.”

“I don’t get it.” Pei Shouyi froze with a baffled expression. Matters of emotion were far more complex than memorizing the 206 bones of the human body in Latin back in medical school.

“You wouldn’t understand. You’re emotionally retarded,” Gao Shide said with a wry smile.

“…” Pei Shouyi frowned.

The boy in his memories used to make the same face.

But that rare flicker of emotion soon faded, swallowed by something sharp and toxic until the surface returned to stillness.

“If he doesn’t like you back, give up. Dragging it out like this is just self-torture.”

If he already knew the result wouldn’t change, then why hesitate? Why keep pretending to be just a friend and suffer in silence?

With a soft sigh, Gao Shide replied, “It’s not just about liking him. To me, he’s my angel. Without him, I wouldn’t be who I am now. It was back in fifth grade… My parents had just divorced, and I was miserable. But since my mom was even more broken, I tried to act tough…”

***

“What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself? Are you okay?”

After school, hiding by the steps of the empty playground, he had been sitting alone, hugging his knees and crying quietly. A voice he didn’t recognize made him lift his head. A boy in a black shirt tilted his head, looking at him curiously.

“Why are you crying?”

“Dad… he abandoned me and Mom.”

“It must be nice… having a mom. My mom became an angel.”

The boy patted his shoulder gently, like an adult comforting a child.

“Want my dad? Being with him isn’t any good anyway.”

“Who on earth gives away their dad?”

“Then I’ll give myself to you. You can call me anytime you need me.”

That day, he learned the boy’s name.

Fifth grade, Sanqiao Elementary—Zhou Shuyi.

He’d begged his mother to let him transfer—to the school where that angel was. But when they met again, Zhou Shuyi didn’t remember him. Not his name, not that day, not the handkerchief he’d given him to wipe his tears, nor the promise—“If you ever feel like crying, I’ll lend you my shoulder.”

To Zhou Shuyi, he was just another transfer student. He showed him around the campus, explained homework, class schedules—it was nothing more than his duty as the class monitor.

During lessons, three aisles separated their desks. At break, Zhou Shuyi would play ball outside with friends. After school, his driver came to fetch him—either to piano lessons, or to meet Fang Zhengwen and the middle schooler Jiang Yuxin.

The name ‘Gao Shide’ didn’t exist in Zhou Shuyi’s world back then. Until the day of the final math exam—when Gao Shide scored one point higher, taking first place.

At the results board, Zhou Shuyi had looked at him for the first time.

“Are you Gao Shide?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn it! I’ll remember this!” He said that, wiped his tears, and ran off.

That’s when Gao Shide discovered the way to get his attention—by being number one. Because only then would those beautiful eyes finally look at him, finally speak to him. Even if the words were, “Damn it! Why did I lose to you again?” or “Gao Shide! I hate you! I really, really hate you!”

Winning had never mattered to him—but thanks to Zhou Shuyi, he excelled at everything, academics and sports alike.

***

“You’re such a masochist,” Pei Shouyi muttered dryly, holding a chipped mug, looking unimpressed.

“I just want to stay by his side—as a friend—until we graduate.”

Pei Shouyi looked thoughtful.

“Right, you’re moving to the U.S. with your mom after graduation, aren’t you? Then you’d better behave.”

“If he hadn’t had his heart broken, I wouldn’t have even had the chance to be his friend.” A bitter smile tugged at Gao Shide’s lips again.

“You were born in the Year of the Tiger, right? But your personality’s more like a crane.”

“A crane?”

“You comforted his heartbreak—and now you want to repay him like in ‘The Crane’s Return of Favor’?”

Gao Shide gave him a handsome but utterly confused look. When his gaze dropped, he noticed the chipped mug on the desk and reached toward it—but Pei Shouyi quickly covered the rim with his hand, watching him warily.

“You’re one to talk. Why haven’t you replaced this chipped thing? You could cut your lip.”

Pei Shouyi glanced at the mug once more, then swiftly opened a drawer, shoved it inside, and slammed it shut.

“None of your business. Now go to class.”

He stood, grabbed the nameplate from his desk, and placed a hand on Gao Shide’s shoulder, practically shoving him out of the room.

Behind the drawn curtain, the boy who’d been asleep was now awake, sitting on the bed. Through the small gap, he watched the two of them leave. Then, suddenly, a memory surfaced—his conversation with Gao Shide not long ago.

***

“Not that you’d understand anyway. No point talking to you.”

“I do understand.”

“Then tell me! Who is it?”

“I don’t want to say.”

“Why not? You know my secret, so let me hear yours too!”

“I just don’t want to tell you.”

***

“Wait… so the one he likes isn’t Shi Zheyu, but…” Realizing the truth at last, Zhou Shuyi’s eyes widened. Then he let out a sigh and murmured softly, “So we’re the same after all… Falling for someone who’ll never love us back.”

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*Translator’s Note: I always wonder like… Why does Zhou Shuyi guess that Gao Shide likes Shi Zheyu or Pei Shouyi? That guy could have had a crush on a girl for all that he knew… but he just had to go guessing men each time. Lol! -K

*GLOSSARY: 

‘The Crane’s Return of Favor’ (Tsuru no Ongaeshi / 鶴の恩返し) is a Japanese folktale.

Next update: 2026.09.12

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