TWSITAOCP Ch. 20

Yu Sui was a bit embarrassed.

He swore that if Yan Xiu gave him another “forget about it”, he would twist this blockhead’s head off and play with it.

Fortunately, Yan Xiu didn’t. Instead, Yan Xiu held Yu Sui’s hand full of numbers and asked, “Why are you writing on your hand?”

“Because there is no paper.” Yu Sui glared at him.

Even if the exams had just ended, it was not appropriate to take out your phone openly at the stairs. Yang Feiwen ran down from upstairs and followed them back to the classroom.

In a short time, the desks and chairs in the classroom were put back in place, and there were still exam slips left on the tables that the examinees had not taken away.

While Yu Sui was picking up the paper scraps on the table, he glanced at Yan Xiu’s hand under the table.

He wanted to set off firecrackers and announce loudly that the Minister of Discipline Inspection was secretly playing with his phone! But when he thought that Yan Xiu might be touching his phone to add him on WeChat, the young master reluctantly suppressed his anger.

Not long after, Yu Sui’s phone, which was placed on the table, buzzed.

Lao Gu was on the podium, talking about the exam room where he was supervising. Other classes had already started reviewing their test papers, but their class was still receiving lectures.

Yu Sui took out his phone and glanced at it. There was no red dot in the new friend column, but there was an unfamiliar avatar that jumped from the bottom to the top of his chatlist.

[You and Yan Xiu have become friends and can start chatting]

Yu Sui added countless friends over the years—many of whom he didn’t know or remember. He couldn’t figure out anything from this WeChat account.

The chat interface was simple and plain white, and the earliest date was a day during the summer vacation.

[You and Ri An¹日安 (rì ān) A formal greeting used to wish someone a good day, similar to ‘Good day’ or ‘Have a good day’ in English. This is also Yan Xiu’s WeChat account.  have become friends and can start chatting]

Yu Xian Guan Tou²For readers who forgot this account, this is Yu Sui’s WeChat account. I’ll be using their pinyin names, instead of english!: Hello

Ri An: Hello

Ri An: You and Yan Xiu have become friends and can start chatting.

A huge question mark appeared on Yu Sui’s face. Without blinking, he stared at the avatar for a long time.

Then, his phone vibrated again.

Yu Sui was not in a hurry to see it. He first scrolled through Yan Xiu’s moments. This person’s daily life was boring as hell. He only posted once every half a month or a month, and his posts were either about an easel or a landscape—they were set to be visible for half a year.

The young master swept through them all with great dissatisfaction. When he exited, he happened to see the transfer message.

[WeChat transfer: 1 yuan]

Yan Xiu glanced to the side and saw the young master with his hands in his pockets on the table, looking like he was listening to the class obediently.

After scrolling through a row of emojis, the little tuft of hair on the back of his head was pulled.

Yan Xiu: “Pay attention to the class.”

Yu Sui immediately put down his phone, one hand covering his tuft with one hand as he moved his chair towards the wall. When he thought about his long journey to get WeChat, a blizzard swept through his heart.

The young master looked like he had fleas on his body, shooting complicated glances to Yan Xiu every few moments. 

Yan Xiu remained unmoved, but eventually could not stand the harassment: “What’s wrong?”

“I was thinking,” Yu Sui said. “What am I trying so hard for?”

Yan Xiu thought for a moment and said, “Aren’t you after my one yuan?”

Yu Sui paused, before picking up the test paper from the table and slapping it against Yan Xiu.

Although he was embarrassed, Yu Sui felt a little brave, even though he had no recollection of adding Yan Xiu.

After class, he lean against the wall: “Little Yanzi—”

Yan Xiu glanced at him, and Yu Sui immediately changed his words: “Deskmate, Minister of Disciplinary committee, you knew it was me when you added me, right?”

Yan Xiu threw the pen onto his notebook, then leaned back in the chair, and looked up at him.

Yu Sui raised his chin slightly, assessing his market value: “There was no class group during the summer vacation. Did you buy this WeChat account from someone else?”

“Mm.” Yan Xiu simply went along with Young Master Yu’s temper. “I spent an entire library to buy it. You’re so expensive.”

Yu Sui rubbed his arms, never expecting that the Minister of Discipline Inspection would tell such a cold joke.

He was almost carried away with pride and vaguely felt that he had forgotten something. It wasn’t until Yang Feiwen stood by his bed and spread his hands to him: “Sui’er, you have been reading it for a month and you haven’t finished it yet?”

“What?” Yu Sui was even more confused than him.

Yang Feiwen did not hide it from the other two brothers in the dormitory and said mischievously: “Eagle catching chick.”

Yu Sui suddenly got enlightened and got goose bumps on his arms: “Oh… that.”

“Yes. I see you’re not reading it. Where did you throw it?” Yang Feiwen stretched his neck to peek at his bed. “The writer has already published sequels 2, 3, and 4. Those who read the later parts wait for the first book just to touch it for nostalgia.”

There are more sequels?

Yu Sui was struck by lightning.

Yang Feiwen: “I originally thought that the popularity of this CP post would slowly fade away, but who made the minister and us be assigned to the same class? Who made Lao Gu arrange for you two to sit together? Who made you two interact so frequently?”

That being said, it wasn’t actually as frequent as Yang Feiwen said. Yan Xiu was a person who couldn’t even get a word out of him even if you hit him with three sticks. Yu Sui always felt like he was always talking to himself.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Yu Sui reached out and touched the gap between his bed and the wall, then hooking his hand to the paper edge, and dug silently out.

He took out the hard-bound book but instead of giving it to Yang Feiwen, he stuffed it into the blanket.

Yu Sui pulled his hand away and took out his phone to download the school forum app again.

“I warned you,” Yang Feiwen said. “The power of the people cannot be ignored. People like you tend to ignore the terrible power of the grassroots.”

As he was talking, a roommate came out of the shower and called Yu Sui: “Sui’er, it’s your turn.”

“Got it.” Yu Sui agreed.

It had been months since he last checked the school forum. There haven’t been many changes in the forum, except for the eerie sight of a few red posts at the top of the popularity list.

Yu Sui skimmed through them rapidly, not daring to linger too long on any particular posts. He looked over so fast that he saw many photos of himself and Yan Xiu in the same frame, most of which were taken on the basketball court, because that place had a wide view and it was easier to use phones without getting caught.

After Yan Xiu showed off his three-point shooting skills, his classmates invited him every time they played basketball, so he was practically at every game.

But Young Master Yu found it tiring and hot, only showing up on the court once in three PE classes. He trailed behind Yan Xiu lazily, and sometimes he ran so fast that he almost stepped on Yan Xiu’s shoes.

Yan Xiu would turn around at such times, stopping him with his arm: “This is a shooting sport, not a foot-stepping sport.”

Yu Sui muttered: “Do you have eyes on the back of your head?”

Yan Xiu stood up to grab the ball, glancing at him as he ran past: “You smell like milk.”

Speaking while exercising in a low voice easily distorts the words, yet Yu Sui heard every syllable clearly. He went back and asked everyone where this milk smell on him was coming from.

Since Yan Xiu was too skilled in basketball, Yu Sui always slacked off—and after that, their classmates wouldn’t let them team up with each other.

Yang Feiwen didn’t push Yu Sui to look for it. He patted the bed frames and asked him to get down: “Go take a shower first, the power will be turned off soon.”

Yu Sui said “oh” and threw down his phone. Jumping out of bed, he grabbed the bed rails, found clothes, and took a shower.

Yang Feiwen said he didn’t want to continue chatting with him, but he insisted on following him and talking: “I’ll tell you another secret.”

A roommate playing games at the back took off his headphones and laughed: “With how loud you talk, what kind of ‘secret’ is that?”

Yang Feiwen ignored them: “Do you know that the biggest moderators in the fan club are in our class?”

Yu Sui twitched his lips and said, “You, Liang Wen, class monitor counts as one too. Who else?”

“You knew!” Yang Feiwen glared. “So you’ve been playing dumb all this time?  And you even complained to the Minister in front of us.”

Yu Sui looked at him expressionlessly and slammed the door.

Someone had taken a shower in front of him, and the water temperature was a bit high. Yu Sui stood under the shower for two seconds, silently adjusting a cooler temperature. Only then did he feel that the heat had dissipated a lot.

As he squeezed out the shower gel, he found himself inexplicably holding the bottle to carefully examine its ingredients, then brought it to his nose for a sniff—promptly unleashing a massive sneeze.

The young master was too absorbed in taking his bath to notice the noise approaching from outside the dormitory hallway.

At the end of the corridor, the first room near the staircase bore the initial brunt; the second dormitory was in a panic, and the third dormitory ran around to tell others.

Boys fetching water, some washing clothes, some visiting dormitories, and some just wandering around, eagerly rushed back to their dormitories.

“Go back! The Discipline Inspection Department is checking dormitories!”

“Yan Xiu is leading them today! It’s over. Is there any place left to hide the trash can?”

“Holy crap. Is it the end of the month and the Discipline Inspection Department is rushing to meet their quotas again?”

Although their dormitory was far away, Yang Feiwen quickly got first-hand information and snatched his roommate’s phone to quit the game for him: “The Discipline Inspection Department is checking the dormitory. Yan Xiu is leading the team!”

“Fuck!”

“My kettle! Who put my kettle on the table? Trying to kill me faster or what?”

“Our sockets! Power strips!”

Because their dormitory is populated by the descendants of capitalism, the amount of illegal items in their dormitory was so high—definitely enough to deduct three years’ worth of points from all four people.

Yang Feiwen quickly hid the electrical appliances that were visible to the naked eye. Just as he pulled out the mini refrigerator under the stairs, he heard scattered footsteps stopping outside their door.

Except for the young master in the bathroom, the three people outside felt their scalps tingling.

“What should we do? It doesn’t fit in anymore. Where did we put this before?” asked the roommate who was playing games.

Yang Feiwen grimaced: “In the toilet.”

But Yu Sui was currently taking a bath in it.

The door rang, and the person knocking was very polite: “Hello, dorm inspection from the disciplinary committee.”

Yang Feiwen grabbed the bed railing and quickly stuffed the mini refrigerator into a black plastic bag.

“Put it on Sui’er bed. Yan Xiu wouldn’t dare to flip over his partner’s bed.” The roommate was so anxious that he babbled, “If he does, we’ll just—”

But there was no other option at the moment, and the disciplinary department knocked on the door for a second time. Yang Feiwen hurriedly shoved it under Yu Sui’s bed.

“Open the door.”

At the same time, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped abruptly.

Steam filled the air, and the young man’s pale white skin stood out against the incandescent light. Yu Sui had a towel hanging around his neck, a laundry basket in his right hand, and was wiping his hair with a corner of the towel in his left. He looked at the suddenly crowded dormitory in confusion.