TWSITAOCP Ch. 13

Teenage students are the experts at gossiping in the online world.

[What are they doing…]

[No idea. They’ve been pulling at each other all day long! Even too scared to look.]

[Oh my god, who said that they weren’t close before? Doesn’t it hurt your face?]

Yi Tian, ​​the newly-appointed class monitor of Class 3, had been excited ever since she saw that she was assigned to the same class as Yu Sui and Yan Xiu on the class assignment. She now felt a solemn sense of duty and typed on the screen seriously: If you are excited, go scream about it on the forum. Do not bring this topic to the actual people involved.

The following post was a photo of the class assignment that had been spammed for dozens of floors¹In online worlds / forum, floors pertain to amount of comments under that certain post.. That glaring red heart poked their little hearts, and they asked fearfully: Who’s the brave soul who put it up? I tried scrubbing it off today, but couldn’t get it off.

Someone replied: It’s fine. The board has been removed, and the minister didn’t see it.

Anonymous classmate: But Yu Sui saw it. That expression—have you ever seen a mountain collapse and the earth split?

A Class 3 Arts student: It’s okay. Sui’er is one of us.

The classmates below followed the reply: It’s okay. Sui’er is one of us.

The “one of us” currently wished he could die on the spot. His mind went numb, eyes fixed tightly on that eye-piercing red heart as his soul left his body: 

Can this still be explained?

This can’t be explained, right?

“I……”

“You……”

They both fell silent at the same time.

After a while, Yan Xiu’s feather-like eyelashes lifted slightly, and his cold gaze fell back on the phone. He lowered his head, pressed his thumb lightly, and said in a self-mocking tone: “Now, joking has evolved to a level that I can’t even understand.”

Yu Sui looked at him with his mouth slightly open. He seemed stunned for a moment, and his dark eyes looked even more innocent.

“The last time I saw graffiti like this,” Yan Xiu said, “was in third grade.”

“Uh,” Young Master Yu nodded calmly and said a string of words in a continuous manner. “Yes, childish, shameful, and boring.”

Sitting next to the minister was not as hard as Yu Sui had initially imagined. As long as he did not entertain the idea of ​​slacking off or leaving early, he just had a good-looking deskmate who occasionally startled him when he turned around to see a handsome face.

Besides that, Yan Xiu rarely stayed in his seat during breaks. The discipline department was particularly busy at the beginning of the semester—rumor said that the student council had dumped a lot of tasks that were not their responsibility. The President, who would graduate in a year, intended to pass the position to Yan Xiu.

Meanwhile, Yu Sui has been thinking of uninstalling the forum app since the first day of school to avoid those messy things from affecting his development of normal relationships with classmates.

“Put the homework on the table.” Yan Xiu said before leaving.

“Okay.” The young master responded sleepily. He glanced at the time and waited until the minute hand reached ten before he slowly got up to collect homework.

He reached out his hand and touched Yan Xiu’s desk—noticing the red armband left behind in Yan Xiu’s desk compartment.

Come to think of it, this armband once appeared on his desk.

Yu Sui coughed guiltily and picked up the homework, before taking it to the office.

“Wait, wait, Brother Yu, Brother Sui! Five more seconds!” Several students at the door called him hurriedly, extending their arms in dramatic pleas.

During the school year, nine out of ten children have developed the skill of lightning-fast hands to do homework. Liang Wen went a step further—grabbing three pens in one hand.

This class had maintained a decent attitude, trying their best to hand in their homework—something they’d never been so conscious about before.

Class monitor Yi Tian, holding a hair tie in her mouth while grasping her ponytail with one hand, hurriedly put down her final stroke: “Done!”

Although the class monitor was petite, she was energetic and explosive like a little firecracker. Today was her first time making up her homework. When she finished and looked up, she realized her legs were blocking Yu Sui.

She lowered her head to look at her legs, then looked up at the boy’s overly handsome face. Her ears turned red, and she quickly retracted her legs: “Zai… Ah, Group Leader Yu, sorry about that.”

Yu Sui stood there patiently, waiting for them to hand over their homework, and didn’t notice anything wrong.

But Yi Tian got flustered and handed over the wrong thing. She grabbed her notebook and immediately swapped it for the homework, but her movements were so frantic that a thin booklet flew out from between the notebook’s pages.

The young man paused slightly, his gaze glancing downward. Holding the homework with one hand, he squatted down to pick it up.

Yet Yi Tian panicked. She stretched out her hand against her table as she desperately reached out the book and snatched it away.

During that brief moment, Yu Sui clearly saw the words printed on the pink cover—”Eagle Catching Chick.”

“Haha, go and hand in the homework.” Yi Tian said awkwardly.

Yu Sui: “…”

The young master, with a belly full of rage, stood there for a while and then left the classroom silently.

After handing in the homework, Yu Sui blocked Yang Feiwen at the restroom and asked him, “A-Wen. Is there something you forgot to tell me?”

As a good brother who had shared a dormitory with Yu Sui—so close it was almost suspicious—Yang Feiwen immediately raised his hand and swore, “Damn it, I was going to tell you… But you told me not to bring it up because it affects how you interact with classmates! That’s why we didn’t say anything.”

Yang Feiwen lowered his voice and said, “Don’t stress. Actually, they only made one copy of that fan book and it circulated through the whole grade… If you want to read it, I can borrow it in advance through the back door, but you can’t occupy it for too long. There are so many people queuing up.”

“Who wants to read it?” Yu Sui touched the back of his neck, feeling embarrassed.

But unable to suppress his curiosity, he frowned and struggled for a long time, then lowered his voice and said: “Bring it to me in the dorm.”

Yang Feiwen covered his mouth and smiled slyly: “Don’t worry, I will never tell them that you are reading it too… This is my insider info—I’m saving it to sell for a high price!”

“……” Yu Sui fell silent and said in a calm and clear voice. “Get lost.”

During the break in the morning, each class was either catching up on homework or catching up on sleep, so the restroom was pretty empty.

So when a cough was heard from the cubicle, the two people were startled.

Then a thin boy walked out from inside.

Both Yu Sui and Yang Feiwen recognized the boy. He was Fu Xiang from the room across from their dorm. Fu Xiang was usually alone and kept to himself—seldomly interacting with others. The reason Young Master Yu could remember this man was purely because he often skipped breakfast in the morning.

There are twenty-four classes per grade in No. 26 High School. It was a small community with all sorts of students. Some students were forced into the school despite poor academic performance, while other people were top students with good academic performance who got in free of tuition.

Fu Xiang was one of the top students who attended tuition-free, and his family wasn’t as rich as others.

He never got along with the other three people in his dorm, coming and going out alone. Sometimes when Yu Sui and the others came back late, they even saw Fu Xiang being maliciously locked outside the door.

Young Master Yu didn’t know about it at first. He just slipped out to have breakfast and accidentally bumped into Fu Xiang, who had fainted due to hypoglycemia and was sent to the school infirmary to drink glucose.

The school doctor scolded Fu Xiang for not eating breakfast and bought him two buns. Yu Sui, who was hungry, passed by and asked Fu Xiang for one. Later, he came back with two corn cobs and gave them to him. Only after returning did he learn this guy lived across from them.

Yang Feiwen was obviously relieved: “I thought it was someone else.”

Yu Sui slowly went over to wash his hands, then nodded to Fu Xiang in front of the mirror as a greeting.

The naturally sociable Yang Feiwen asked, “Fu Xiang—I remember you were assigned to Class 6?”

Fu Xiang was silent for a while before answering, “Yeah.”

His voice sounded strange, causing Yu Sui to look at him again. Though Fu Xiang had dark skin, Yu Sui could still see an unusual redness on his face.

“Did those idiots in your dormitory draw on your textbook again?” Yu Sui suddenly asked, his usually lazy eyes slightly raised, glinting coldly.

The boy washed his hands and shook his head hastily.

Yu Sui and Yang Feiwen exchanged a glance and were about to block him when Fu Xiang suddenly looked up and walked in front of Yu Sui.

He didn’t often look people in the eye, so when he did, he felt very awkward: “Yu Sui, I, I heard that your family is very rich…”

Fu Xiang gritted his teeth: “Can you lend me some money…”

The situation in the disciplinary department wasn’t peaceful. Together with the student council, there were about twenty students in total, and none of them looked happy when they left the meeting room.

The seat next to him remained empty for two classes. Young Master Yu, in a rare act of mercy, took notes diligently—ready to lend it out at any time.

However, the moment Yan Xiu sat down next to him, Yu Sui immediately abandoned all unrealistic thoughts.

There was no trace of warmth on Yan Xiu’s handsome profile. His coldness radiated to the three surrounding seats, and half of the classroom was trembling with fear.

The teacher lecturing in front thought that he had performed exceptionally well today and had made these monkeys—who could cause havoc with just a broom—behave. He was very satisfied.

Tang Bohu, Liang Wen, and their group couldn’t manage to listen attentively to the class, but they didn’t cause trouble either, opting to lie down and sleep.

Yu Sui was the first one to be affected. He kept stealing a look at that dark face several times and curled the corner of his mouth subtly.

He tossed his notebook aside with a lack of interest and listened to the class with his chin in his hand.

In fact, Yu Sui was not afraid of Yan Xiu. He was the kind of person who made friends everywhere and was willing to pursue the best balance in a relationship under certain conditions.

But Yan Xiu wasn’t an easy classmate to win over. He was moody, and his current low mood was beyond what Young Master Yu could handle. He didn’t want to try to please someone who was not happy.

It’s a pity that the notes were made in vain.

As the young master thought this, his slender white fingers tapped the corner of the table from time to time.

Yan Xiu calmed down, glancing at Yu Sui several times, and finally couldn’t resist asking “Why are you angry?”

“Huh?” Yu Sui looked at him sideways and thought to himself in confusion. “Am I the one who’s upset? Not you?”

Yu Sui said firmly: “I’m not.”

Yan Xiu’s eyebrows twitched slightly as he looked away.

The moment he turned away, in his peripheral vision, those fingers began tapping on the corner of the table again.

The young master first propped his chin with his other hand, then picked up a pen, switching it to his other hand. He then continued tapping the pen at his desk, and later unintentionally stroked the thin leather notebook in the upper right corner.

Then, Yan Xiu’s hand covered the one that kept tapping at the desk corner. Without looking up, he gently pulled it down and said to Yu Sui, “Stop tapping. This desk costs one hundred fifty.”

Yu Sui froze, his hand going numb and dropped to the side under Yan Xiu’s force. After a while, he silently lifted it up and put it back on the table bit by bit.

Because the classmates were cooperative, the teacher moved through the lesson quickly, flipping the pages frequently.

Yu Sui casually highlighted a key point in his textbook. And when he looked up, he saw Yan Xiu looking at him.

“What…” Yu Sui realized that his tone was off and quickly corrected himself. “What’s wrong?”

“Notes.” Yan Xiu held his pen and pointed towards the notebook.

After several days as deskmates, Yan Xiu had never seen this lazy young master take notes before.

He would just listen if he understood it, and if he didn’t, he would just circle it in the book.

Yan Xiu had noticed the sticky notes inside the notebook earlier and wanted to ask Yu Sui why he suddenly took notes—whether he hadn’t understood the lesson.

But just as the words reached his lips, he caught a sight of the young master’s flushed, embarrassed ears. He paused for some unknown reason and asked, “Did you take notes? I missed the class and can’t seem to follow.”