“I don’t get it. Your brother is that kind person?”
Yang Feiwen carried the two snow pears in the kitchen to wash them. “Speaking of your brother, didn’t he throw you out to fend for yourself?”
Yu Sui took a bite to the pear, temporarily putting aside the thoughts of superstitious nonsense to the back of his mind.
His family liked to engage in superstitions, especially Yu Jingyuan. As a businessman, the first thing he did every time he built a new building was to build a stove for the God of Wealth 1(財神竈) A traditional Chinese shrine or altar dedicated to the God of Wealth (Caishen), often found in homes or businesses, typically resembling a small stove or hearth, used for offering incense and prayers to attract prosperity and good fortune. It is a place where offerings are made to Caishen.. Yu Sui, who had been exposed to scientific knowledge for more than a decade, had always had an attitude of whether or not to believe in it.
As scary as it was, after the initial scare, he just became more cautious, then cursed the boy in the baseball cap in his heart.
What normal person goes around all covered up like that for no reason? Besides, when I mentioned Yu Si, the guy didn’t deny it—just stood there watching the show.
“My brother.” Yu Sui paused. “He wants me to be self-reliant.”
“Be self-reliant,” Yang Feiwen opened the takeout. “What’s the difference between being self-reliance and self-destruction?”
“The difference is…”
Yu Sui thought for a moment and said, “Clearly, I can make a living with my looks, but I insist on relying on my talent. Relying on looks and relying on talent are two different things.”
Yang Feiwen: “…”
He had been neglecting his studies for many years, so he didn’t react for a while. After a long while, he said, “Are you being narcissistic right now?”
“One should be humble.” Yu Sui said without any modesty.
Yang Feiwen laughed out loud: “You are as handsome as Pan An 2(潘安) Pan An (247–300 AD), a historical figure from the Western Jin Dynasty of China, renowned for his exceptional beauty and literary talent. He is often considered the epitome of male handsomeness in Chinese culture., as beautiful as a celestial body. Even the head of the Discipline Inspection Department is fascinated by you.”
Yu Sui: “…”
It seemed like he just remembered Yang Feiwen’s nonsense now. He lowered his arm to pick up his cell phone and entered the school forum.
The power of the masses was really terrifying. If you don’t intervene in the early stages of public opinion, it will cause irreversible consequences later.
Yu Sui stared at the first few highlighted posts as if he couldn’t read and asked hesitantly: “A-wen, what did you just say?”
Yang Feiwen repeated his exact words without blushing or breathing heavily.
“…Tsk.” Yu Sui’s eyelids twitched. “Why do I have a bad feeling about this?”
Shipping CPs had been common over the years, but even in the entertainment industry, a moderately popular CP had an average of twenty fan fiction updates per day. Underrated CPs didn’t receive this treatment—even some thousand-year-old CPs found it difficult to reach this level of popularity.
Yang Feiwen didn’t take it seriously: “What nonsense are you talking about? How can my CP possibly break up?”
Yu Sui: “…Who said that?”
The post was flooded with fanfiction and fan art. Someone even exaggeratedly drew a picture of Yu Sui lying sick in the exam room, with the head of the Discipline Inspection holding a cup of hot water and a grim look next to him.
The artist, afraid that people wouldn’t understand it, put a bold “heartache” next to Yan Xiu’s head.
The person involved: “……”
It’s not true!
It’s just that this chibi character was really cute, with the tuft of his hair drooping as if it’s wilted, staring at the test paper blankly.
The minister’s chibi next to him resembled him perfectly. Although he had no expression, his movements and the color of his ears revealed a kind of insincere contrast.
“This fanart, huh?” Yang Feiwen leaned over to take a look and laughed. “This is the most popular one right now.”
Yu Sui disdainfully moved a little further away from Yang Feiwen, whose hands were covered in oil.
He enlarged the picture of himself and silently saved it after removing the half with the minister.
It wasn’t until two nights later that Yu Sui found out that the fanart was created by the artist for another extremely popular fanfiction.
Judging from the date, that fanfiction started its serialization in mid-June. It had a huge word count and was updated regularly. Every time it was released, there were a lot of comments below. Because Yu Sui had browsed this post, a reminder popped up when the fan fiction was updated tonight.
After taking a shower, the young master threw himself into the bed, and his phone automatically lit up with a push notification.
[Has Yu Sui Been Eaten by the Minister Today?]
What kind of nonsense is this?
Startled, the young master bumped his head against the bed’s shelf.
Yu Sui’s eyes were full of stars: “…”
Damn.
At that time, Yang Feiwen was taking a shower right after Yu Sui. When this guy came, he carried a backpack with two sets of clothes stuffed in it, claiming he wanted to keep him company, but in reality, it was to escape his mother’s nagging.
Yu Sui’s commotions were too loud, so Yang Feiwen peeked over the bathroom door and asked nervously, “What happened?”
“It’s nothing. Go wash up.” Yu Sui rubbed his head, while holding the phone and grimacing from pain.
Yang Feiwen shrank back again.
Yu Sui grabbed his mobile phone nervously, feeling a little curious and a little uneasy. He hid at the foot of the bed like a thief, unlocking the screen under the covers.
As soon as he opened it, he remembered something and grabbed Yang Feiwen’s phone.
When he clicked on it, the same push notification appeared on the lock screen.
Yu Sui was speechless for a while.
This ridiculous post came from a long-running fanfiction, the name of which was also nonsensical—”Eagle Catching Chick”3(老鷹抓小雞) Figuratively, a situation where a stronger entity aggressively pursues or preys upon weaker ones, often with a protective figure attempting to intervene..
Yu Sui pondered for a while but still couldn’t understand why it was named this way. It was a very strange feeling to read his own fan fiction.
He’d seen it before.
Throughout history, handsome men and beautiful women had always been the subjects of fanfiction. Young Master Yu’s face was a striking presence at school, drawing a lot of attention.
Yu Sui had seen other people’s works, as well as works similar to his name. He had seen himself paired with many different people, but because he couldn’t relate, reading about a character with the same name as his own usually had no effect on him.
This time was a bit different.
As an extremely popular fan fiction, the author described both characters vividly, with exquisite grasp of the ups and downs and climaxes.
Yu Sui skimmed through the lines rapidly, quickly seeing the accompanying image and text above it.
It turned out to be the day where he had a stomachache and was lying sickly on the table.
With just a glance, he saw a deep affection, unbearable pain, and a tough exterior with a soft interior.
The young master was very dissatisfied: “Who’s the chick?”
“What do you mean love at first sight? How can that be possible?” He couldn’t bear to keep reading and quickly left the scene, while muttering “see no evil”. He then searched for videos to watch.
After owning mobile phones, people always like to do meaningless things before going to bed, absorbing miscellaneous information until they are tired enough to fall asleep.
Yu Sui saved a spot for Yang Feiwen and lay on the other side. He had a wild idea that if he and Yang Feiwen or other people in their class lived and ate together, their relationship would be much closer than that with the Minister of the disciplinary committee. So why were people shipping him with the minister?
He’s the Minister of Discipline Inspection. Is that someone an ordinary person can casually pair with?
His phone suddenly vibrated, making Yu Sui subconsciously let go, allowing it to fall onto the blankets.
It took him two seconds to pick it up. This time it wasn’t a forum, but a WeChat notification, showing a new friend request.
Yu Sui changed his position and clicked into WeChat, going straight to the new contacts list.
He had two WeChat accounts because his original one wasn’t exactly a secret in school and could be found with a quick search. When the friend added records piled up to 99+, he applied for another one.
Yu Sui rarely directly rejected friend requests, usually leaving it hanging until the other person forgot about it.
There was a new entry in the list—his avatar showed a backlit baseball cap, along with the request reason:
[Reason for adding: Yan Xiu.]
“……”
The shock brought to him by “Eagles Catching Chicken” hadn’t faded yet, and Yu Sui was still very sensitive to these two words.
The young master smiled gently, refusing to block him, and even sent a reply.
[Yan Xiu 4In raws, it was written 晏休 (Yan Xiu) and I didn’t know if the author mistyped. is not available.]
Just as he finished replying, Yang Feiwen came out of the bathroom carelessly: “I just remembered—the fanfiction I’m following updated today. Sui’er, where is my phone—”
“Lost it,” the young master said emotionlessly.
At the Yan residence, after being personally urged by the student council president to communicate with future classmates, Yan Xiu took the initiative to add friends for the first time.
Originally, Chen Zhanni suggested creating a class group chat, but since the head teacher hadn’t been confirmed yet, Yan Xiu didn’t want to make things so complicated.
“No need to add them one by one. I’m not asking you to be a matchmaker.” Chen Zhanni told him based on her experience. “Just find someone and ask about their situation.”
“I’ve looked—all the troublemakers in your grade are in your class, but they haven’t done anything seriously bad. Communicate with them, get to know them, and get along well after school starts. Even if they don’t respect the Buddha, they’ll respect the monk—they’ll at least give you some face.”
Yan Xiu scanned at the list of unfamiliar names and finally stopped at the two words, “Yu Sui”.
[Yan Xiu is not available.]
Yan Xiu: ???
“Son,” Tang Ying passed by and saw the light was still on in this room. Unable to resist nagging him, she said, “Go to bed early. You have to get up early tomorrow.”
“I will.” The teenager stood by the table, his expression unreadable under the dim light.
Tang Ying peeked in: “What’s wrong? Your uncle Yu is treating us tomorrow. You can’t keep looking like that.”
“Got it,” Yan Xiu raised his hand to turn off the light. “Good night, Mom.”
Yu Jingyuan suddenly offered everyone dinner and even brought up Tang Ying’s son. How could Tang Ying not know what he meant? She pretended to know nothing and brought Yan Xiu along to save face for this business partner.
The young man sat on the other side of the table. Although he didn’t talk much, his presence was strong.
“I heard that Xiao Xiu is also studying in No. 26 High School, right?” Yu Jingyuan asked casually.
Tang Ying: “Ah, yes.”
Yu Jingyuan said eagerly: “My youngest son studies there too.”
Tang Ying: “…”
Yan Xiu: “…”
Unaware of the full story, from his own perspective, wasn’t it Uncle Yu who sent Yu Sui out?
Sitting next to him was Yan Ying’s family. Yan Ying had just graduated from middle school and would be going to high school next year. Hearing this, she turned his head and looked at Yan Xiu: “Brother, can I go to your school too?”
In fact, she’d been considering it for days, but unfortunately didn’t get the parents’ consent.
Yan Xiu lowered his eyes, pausing briefly on his phone screen–all the friend requests he sent out were rejected.
But blocking someone wasn’t in line with the young master’s usual style. Yan Xiu turned to ask Zheng Zi’an if he’d given the wrong account.
Zheng Zi’an just replied: No way, I asked on the forum, and many people said it was real.
Yan Xiu just nudged Yan Ying back and said, “No, it’s not easy for your parents to make money.”
Her grades were average—getting into No. 26 High would require donating a library.
Yan Ying pursed her lips, not particularly bothered by Yan Xiu’s bluntness: “If I had known earlier, I would have studied hard. Then I could have gone to the same school as Brother Yu—”
When she said that, Yan Xiu suddenly remembered: “Do you have Yu Sui’s WeChat?”
Yan Ying: “… I do.”
She responded quickly: “One library for one WeChat ID.”
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