TWSITAOCP Ch. 12

“Our class celebrates!”

“Everyone wants this!”

“I’m very glad to witness this!!!!”

“It’s fate!”

“Fuck, the Discipline Inspection Department is here!” Someone shouted. The noisy crowd immediately became quiet and scattered like a startled chicken.

Yu Sui snapped out of his dazed state, then looked up to see the disciplinary committee wearing their red armbands. The group of police were approaching them, and the crowd swept him along.

Yang Feiwen and Liang Wen each held one of the young master’s arms, escorting the person in question away from the scene.

Yu Sui was assigned to Class 3 of the Liberal Arts Department. As he expected, more than half of the students in the class were familiar faces to him, including the homeroom teacher.

Lao Gu once again took charge of these students. Since the school personnel didn’t change much, he handled the reorganization with ease, arranging seats on the very first day.

“I don’t care about other people, but I know you all well. It doesn’t matter if I’m not familiar with you. Let’s get to know each other from today.” Lao Gu stood on the podium, pointing fingers.

“Last semester’s final results—I won’t even mention it. The biggest point-deducters are basically in our class. Yes, I’m talking about you guys. What are you looking at each other for? You’re even making faces under the podium! But it doesn’t matter. You’ve heard it, right? Our class’s disciplinary member will be the minister.”

“Whether you want to violate the rules or not, you can decide for yourself.”

As the teacher spoke, the Discipline Inspection Department happened to pass by the door of Class 3. They walked with powerful strides, casual yet somehow rigid, but they managed to create a regular rhythm.

The young man in the lead had jet-black hair, and his eyes shone coldly under his thick eyelashes; not even the sunlight could soften the sharp features of his face.

He wore a short-sleeved shirt with a red armband pinned to his sleeves—revealing the arm muscles that traced down to his pant’s pockets and holding the notepad between his arms and waist.

It seemed that the classes had just been reassigned, and he felt no sense of belongingness to the Class 3 of Arts department. He might not even realize that this was his class. While the homeroom teacher and his classmates were in high spirits inside the classroom, Yan Xiu merely glanced at the class sign.

Someone from the discipline inspection stepped forward and knocked on Class 3’s door, “Teacher Gu, please arrange the students to replace the class sign as soon as possible.”

The whole class found this hilarious, covering their mouths as they leaned over their desks.

See, even the big shot from the disciplinary department doesn’t remember you.

Yu Sui was also among those gloating. The young master was idly playing with a pen, his left hand having just slid his phone into his desk drawer. He was looking at Lao Gu with amusement.

Who knew Lao Gu would happen to look over at that moment? His shrewd eyes locked onto Yu Sui, and he made a resolute decision: “Yu Sui, I heard you and Yan Xiu get along well?”

Yu Sui: ???

Who told you that?

It was only rumors!

Yu Sui put down his pen and immediately explained: “You heard it wrong.”

But Lao Gu selectively turned deaf. That day, when the student council released the discipline department, and when Yu Sui came back from the toilet, he saw a big shot named Yan seated right next to his own desk.

Lao Gu: “Since you have a good relationship, why don’t you sit together and learn from each other and make progress together? I believe in you.”

Yan Xiu: “…”

Yu Sui: “…”

Lao Gu, have you lost your mind?

Yu Sui had no idea where Lao Gu heard such baseless rumors, because he ¹pertaining to Lao Gu was so convinced that he ²Yu Sui had a good relationship with Yan Xiu.

He didn’t dare to get close, as if he could smell the dark aura across half the classroom.

“Lao Gu! Hurry up, the meeting is about to start!” The math teacher shouted at the door.

Lao Gu finally stopped nagging Yan Xiu. He had just arranged a major matter and was very satisfied with it. But, he was pestered by Yu Sui as soon as he left the classroom.

“Teacher, I think there is something wrong with this seating arrangement.” Yu Sui analyzed seriously. “The students in the first row on the right are very lonely. Just now, Yang Feiwen expressed his desire to switch seats with me. I think…”

Before he could finish, the math teacher next to him tilted his head and said: “Yang Feiwen? When I taught him, he talked too much. The first row is the best for him.”

Yu Sui still wanted to struggle, but the math teacher said, “Kid, didn’t you say you were familiar with Yan Xiu? Why are you so shy after finally being assigned to the same class?”

“……”

The corners of the young master’s mouth twitched slightly; for the first time, he truly experienced the power of vicious gossip.

That’s the Minister of the Discipline Inspection Department. Is he a “someone” that ordinary people can be familiar with? Is he a “someone” that ordinary people dares to sit with?

 

Yu Sui hesitated at the door of the classroom, suffocating, and did not dare to go in until the last minute before class.

“This isn’t like you.” Yang Feiwen laughed while clinging to the window. “Aren’t you the young master who bragged to us about your Disciplinary Inspection Department boyfriend?”

“Bullshit.” Yu Sui pointed at him. “Say one more word and you’ll be dead.”

The classroom was lively, and the empty seat in the back row didn’t seem out of place. Originally, only one desk was placed against the wall—but at this moment, another one was pushed in, leaving the table clean. If it weren’t for the schoolbag hanging on the chair, you wouldn’t be able to tell that someone was sitting there.

“Student council president just came and called him away.” A girl whispered.

“You should just go over now and lie down to sleep.” Yang Feiwen was the only one who knew his embarrassment. “It’s okay. The minister doesn’t know how we talk about him behind his back. We never bring it up in front of the ‘actual people’.”

Yu Sui looked at him gloomily.

These people were clearly too used to being familiar with me and had completely forgotten that I am also that “actual person.”

“I’ll sleep?” Yu Sui complained weakly. “He’s the minister. What kind of guts do I have if I sleep next to him?”

Even a master at violating rules couldn’t handle the situation of sitting next to the disciplinary head.

When enemies come, we will fight them; when water comes, we will block it with earth. ³兵來将擋水來土掩 (bīng lái jiàng dǎng shuǐ lái tǔ yǎn) is an idiom that means “adapting to changing circumstances”. Besides, this position was arranged by Lao Gu, so the guy surnamed Yan should not be blamed.

Yu Sui glanced at the clock and slowly moved back to his seat.

In a few days of school, most teachers chose to introduce themselves. However, it was different in Class 3. Many of their teachers were familiar faces. After writing their names, they began to lecture and catch up on the schedule.

Yu Sui was listening to the class with his head propped up, half-asleep and half-awake. Facing the wall, he looked like he was studying test papers—with two differently colored pens held between his slender fingers. The teacher’s voice became background music.

In a trance, he felt the chair next to him being pulled outward, and someone sat down next to him.

Yu Sui woke up.

The seats in No. 26 High School were spacious and rarely crowded. When you are concentrating on your own business, you can actually ignore the people next to you.

Yu Sui didn’t know why he had woken up. All his nerves concentrated on that half of his body, and his eyes remained strictly locked within the range of his test papers, not daring to glance across that boundary line.

He was clearly trying his best to ignore the person next to him. But at that moment, Yang Feiwen and the other’s brainwashing chants of “Minister, Minister” spun wildly in his head. And all the fanfiction and fanart that he had read before, intentionally or unintentionally, popped up in his mind.

The Minister sat down, then took out his schoolbag. He then started to pull out his textbooks, before listening to the class.

Yu Sui: “…”

He could even imagine how the CP forum was cheering and screaming.

Just when Yu Sui was maintaining the same posture until his neck was almost stiff, someone patted his shoulder.

Yan Xiu didn’t expect that his pat would cause such a big reaction. Yu Sui jolted, and the two pens he was holding clattered to the floor. Even the chair scraped backward, making a harsh noise.

Those pair of beautiful eyes were even more surprised than he was. The two looked at each other for a while, before Yu Sui bent down to pick up the pens.

One of them rolled to Yan Xiu’s feet, and he looked up at Yan Xiu hesitantly.

Yan Xiu moved his foot aside.

Just as Yu Sui was about to pick it up, Yan Xiu reached out and pulled him up. He lowered his long, straight arm to pick up the pen and gently placed it on Yu Sui’s desk.

“……” The young master stared at the pen and felt that he was socially dead.

His mind was filled with wild, fanciful thoughts that weren’t shared with the person next to him.

Yan Xiu glanced at his desk with a calm gaze and asked quietly: “…Are you afraid of me?”

Yu Sui turned his head to look at him, his eyes clear and innocent: “Ah?”

Yan Xiu did not respond either. He silently observed him, before retracting his gaze after a second.

He raised his chin and said, “I just wanted to ask you what the teacher was talking about. I came late and didn’t hear it.”

Apart from that one bilingual speech, this was the first time that Yu Sui heard Yan Xiu speak so many words. And because they were in a class, every word was spoken softly to ensure that it would not disturb the people around him, while still allowing him to hear it.

Yu Sui stared at the textbook blankly, then flipped two pages and pushed them in front of Yan Xiu.

Restrained and obedient.

If Yan Xiu hadn’t seen him in his aggressive state before, he would have been fooled by his calm appearance.

He turned to that page, and Yu Sui immediately snatched his textbook back, putting on the appearance of someone whose listening had been disturbed as he absently circled an option next to the example problem—D.

When Yan Xiu saw this, his sharp eyebrows slightly raised.

Just then, the teacher wrote the answer to this example question on the blackboard: D.

In his peripheral vision, the boy was yawning lazily, his delicate eyebrows hidden in his hair that had grown too long.

Yan Xiu’s expression hesitated for a moment. He was certain that Yu Sui had been spacing out for a few minutes before and after the commotion—at least his mind was not on the lecture platform.

But when he asked the question, Yu Sui didn’t even look at the board, but turned to the page where the teacher was teaching, and even the answer to the example question he casually circled happened to be correct.

The young master’s ability didn’t match what Uncle Yu said about not being able to keep up with his studies. At most, his mind wasn’t focused, lazily drifting through classes.

After that, the rest of the class went peacefully.

Yu Sui was initially wary but gradually relaxed later on—thinking that the minister wasn’t so difficult to get along with, at least he didn’t stir up any trouble.

But the chances of skipping class or slacking off in the future seemed slim.

The young master took a moment to mourn his short-lived youth, thinking drowsily that he could only stock up on snacks during breaks.

He was always talkative and got hungry quickly. When he was a child, his relatives used to joke that it was a good thing his father worked in the catering industry, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to support him. Back then, he was plump and fair-skinned, but he started to grow after he entered primary school. He developed vertically, instead of horizontally—though only his skin color remained the same.

Yu Sui’s mind wandered, and when he came back to his senses, he saw his new deskmate looking at him with a complicated expression.

“What?” Yu Sui said.

Yan Xiu seemed to be stuck in some kind of dilemma, his brows knitted together as he struggled to find the right words.

Yu Sui took a quick look and noticed that the minister was actually playing with his phone during class: “……”

He seemed to have discovered some new world, but before he could fully dissect this feeling, the young master’s excellent eyesight clearly saw the picture on the screen.

I don’t know which good brother took a picture of the class 3’s division board—a word in black-ink on a white paper, with a red heart drawn.

When Yu Sui met Yan Xiu’s gaze, he felt suffocated.