TWSITAOCP Ch. 21

There were four people from the disciplinary committee, plus Yang Feiwen and his two roommates, and now with the addition of Yu Sui, there were eight people squeezing into a space of less than 20 square meters, and the atmosphere has become much more restrained.

The Discipline Inspection Department had experienced many ups and downs and undergone professional training. Under normal circumstances, external factors wouldn’t disrupt them.

They were like a swarm of locusts: one was squatting, one was standing on tiptoe, one was rummaging through trash cans, and one was holding a board, lost in thought.

But the sudden appearance of the steaming water ball attracted everyone’s attention, and several pairs of eyes flashed over like searchlights.

Yu Sui was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and loose shorts—pretty much the standard attire for guys hanging out in the form. Except that his legs were so long that they were eye-catching and so white that they made people ponder.

“Hi.” Yang Feiwen said dryly. “Done washing up?”

Yu Sui: “…”

He glanced at the red armbands of the four people from the discipline committee, his gaze stopping on Yan Xiu.

That guy was standing right next to his bed. If he guessed correctly, they were about to check his bed next.

When it came to official duties, this person showed no mercy, not even a hint of friendship between classmates. Yang Feiwen was so anxious he was practically scratching his head bald, but still couldn’t manage to steer Yan Xiu away from that bedside.

Seeing Yu Sui coming out, Yan Xiu glanced at him briefly before looking away, then seemed to remember the temper of this young master—reluctantly turning around and nodding at him as a greeting.

“…” Yu Sui wiped the water off his ears with a corner of the towel. His legs walked over to Yan Xiu, and under the pretense of putting away the laundry basket, he squeezed between Zheng Zi’an and Yan Xiu: “Good evening.”

Yu Sui happened to have met the three members of the Discipline Inspection Department who came with Yan Xiu. Beside Zheng Zi’an and Hu Fan, there was also the guy they asked to help carry water from the store that day. Having crossed paths before, they all had a favorable impression of Yu Sui, so they responded in turn: “Good evening~”

Yan Xiu didn’t look at Yu Sui. When Yu Sui pushed him aside, he simply moved to another place to check, showing a magnanimous attitude of “I won’t bother with you”.

Yu Sui wiped his hair, while standing in Yan Xiu’s blind spot and gave his roommate a questioning look.

Yang Feiwen raised his hands in front of his abdomen, quietly raised his thumb, and his eyes drifted wildly towards his bed.

Yu Sui: “…”

He turned his head and found that Yan Xiu had returned to his bedside without him noticing.

The places that the disciplinary department searched during dormitory inspections were very limited. And they rarely touched anything because the school required students to fold their quilts neatly and keep their closets open during inspections.

In this way, the disciplinary department usually only needed to rummage through the trash can and would pay more attention if they came across a messy quilt.

Now, looking around, the young master’s quilt was abnormally messy.

Yan Xiu looked at Yu Sui’s bed, tapping the tip of the pen on the notepad from time to time.

Before entering, he didn’t actually pay attention to who lived in the dormitory, so his attention was first focused on the bed.

After seeing Yu Sui come out to claim the bed, Yan Xiu felt it was normal and no longer had any thoughts of pulling it apart.

After all, Young Master Yu didn’t know how to make his bed, so it would be strange if his bed was really tidy.

Yan Xiu originally didn’t want to investigate Yu Sui and was going to leave after going through the motions, but Zheng Zi’an and the other two ran to a corner, squeezing him over, and said: “You should investigate Yu Sui’s area yourself, we won’t touch it…”

Then, the Minister took a look at the area belonging to Yu Sui.

There was an A4-sized paper on Yan Xiu’s notepad, which was divided into two sections by a dotted line.

Above the dotted line were a few scribbled names and their violations. Below it were some meaningless notes.

At this moment, Yan Xiu idly traced the outline of the boy’s profile with his pen, pausing briefly before adding a simple stroke at the hair—a tiny tuft.

When Young Master Yu wasn’t making trouble, he was a very handsome child.

Yan Xiu made a comment in his heart.

“Why are you suddenly checking dorms today?” A voice suddenly came from behind him. Yu Sui appeared behind him silently without him noticing.

Yan Xiu’s eye twitched slightly: “For performance.”

Everyone in the grade liked to joke about the Discipline Inspection Department’s chasing performance. Yu Sui didn’t bother to figure out whether it was true or not. He just wanted to lead Yan Xiu away from him: “Performance, huh? Have you checked rooms across the hall yet?”

Yan Xiu folded a corner of the A4 paper: “Not yet.”

“Oh, then why not check it out?” Yu Sui paused and explained. “There are a lot of prohibited items in the others’ rooms. If you walk around, you will get enough performance.”

The young master’s urging was obvious, but Yan Xiu seemed not to understand and looked up at his bed: “Are there no prohibited items here?”

Yu Sui was left speechless.

Half a beat later, Yu Sui scratched his nose guiltily: “We don’t have any prohibited items.”

Anyway, you won’t find it, but it’s hard to say whether you can find it if you keep looking.

Yu Sui looked really well-behaved, with downcast eyes and a pleasant look. His clothes looked soft, and his hair was still steaming from not being dried.

He was acting so innocent, and Yan Xiu didn’t want to embarrass his deskmate or challenge the young master’s temper again. He put away his notepad and nodded, indicating that this was enough for this dormitory.

But the other three members lingered and kept looking at places where things couldn’t be hidden.

Yang Feiwen quietly walked to Yu Sui: “As expected of you.”

“I don’t want to scold you now.” Yu Sui lowered his voice. “What on earth did you put in my place? Only an idiot wouldn’t be able to tell there’s something inside…”

Yang Feiwen laughed dryly: “Time was tight, time was tight.”

Yu Sui: “…”

Young master’s eyes flickered, and he sighed for almost violating rules again in front of Minister Yan.

He grabbed onto the bed, then grasped the bed rails. After that, he put his legs over the railing and reached in to touch his cell phone.

The disciplinary committee was preparing to leave, and Yang Feiwen and the other two eagerly saw them off.

Yu Sui’s legs dangled that Yan Xiu almost got kicked as he was close to him. He glanced at the young master’s improper sitting posture, then picked up the towel that he¹pertaining to Yu Sui had thrown on the bed rails after coming out, and tossed it on him: “Dry your hair before going to sleep.”

“Oh—” sighs were heard all around. “Dry it before going to sleep—”

After escaping the dorm crisis, Yang Feiwen and his two roommates were restless as rabbits, winking at two of them.

Yu Sui quickly caught the towel and threw it towards them. He grabbed his phone and huddled under the covers, completely forgetting that there were any prohibited items inside. He accidentally kicked the small refrigerator.

The fridge hit the railing with a bang, making Yu Sui’s scalp go numb. He quickly grabbed the plastic bag and threw it into the wall, stunned and confused: “Fuck?”

“Oh fuck!” The three roommates’ reactions were much more enthusiastic than Yu Sui’s. Their nerves were tense with the sound of the collision, and they wished they could rush over to help Yu Sui.

Immediately after, a white thing popped out from the quilt as Yu Sui moved. Yu Sui turned around and saw the thing flying in a small parabola straight towards Yan Xiu’s forehead.

Yu Sui was genuinely nervous. Losing points was a small matter, but hitting Minister Yan on the head was a big one. But before he could finish being nervous, he suddenly saw the white bound book clearly.

With a “snap” sound, Yan Xiu caught the bound book.

“……”

Yu Sui shut down.

The young master had never been so depressed in his life.

 

The next morning, the wake-up music rang twice in the dormitory building, and the dorm manager knocked on the door once. But the young master was still curled up under the covers, motionless.

“Sui… Sui’er.” Yang Feiwen called out to him.

A head popped out from under the quilt, with disheveled hair and a weak breath: “I’m not going. Please help me ask for leave for Lao Gu for me.”

Yang Feiwen quickly jumped onto the bed: “Fuck, you didn’t sleep last night?”

Yu Sui said quietly, “How can I sleep when you and Lao Qin’s snoring are in duet?”

“We usually snore in duets, but you are not here…” Yang Feiwen met Yu Sui’s gloomy eyes and quickly changed his words. “Okay, I’ll ask Lao Gu for half a day off for you. Remember to eat, and we’ll meet again in the afternoon…”

“Please tell ‘one day’.” Yu Sui said.

Yang Feiwen: “But you can’t keep hiding like this forever…”

The Discipline Inspection Department conducted a surprise dormitory inspection, catching everyone off guard. Their dorm managed to survive the situation—no electrical appliances were lost, no points were deducted. When Minister Yan left, he only took away a book.

According to a sharp-eyed person, it was probably a fan-made book that was widely circulated in a popular CP forum.

Yu Sui turned over and said firmly, “I won’t go.”

Young Master Yu’s embarrassment coursed through every nerve. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn’t withstand such a baptism. He could only perform a ritual in the dormitory to make Yan Xiu’s brain lose his memory.

“Oh, is Yu Sui sick?” Lao Gu was a little worried.

Yang Feiwen, as China’s best roommate, was an expert at this kind of thing: “Yes, teacher. You don’t know how pitiful his face was when he woke up this morning. I couldn’t bear to let him say a word, so I immediately brought him some hot water so that he could have a good sleep.”

Lao Gu had no doubts: “It is seasonal change recently. I always tell you kids to put on more clothes, but you don’t listen. Now you’re sick.”

It happened to be Lao Gu’s turn to supervise the morning class today. Lao Gu patted Yang Feiwen and said, “He can’t just lie there all the time. He needs to see the school doctor. Go next door and call Teacher Huang to take over the get out of class. I’ll go check Yu Sui!”

Yang Feiwen quickly shook his head: “No, no, no, he will be fine after taking the medicine and sleeping for a while, so let’s not disturb him…”

The seat next to Yan Xiu was empty the entire morning.

“What’s going on?” Yi Tian grabbed Yang Feiwen and asked in a low voice. “Why did he suddenly get sick?”

Yang Feiwen hissed, “This is a top-secret. I really can’t tell you.”

As they were chatting, a figure passed by, holding a white-bound notebook. It was then put on Yi Tian’s desk, then vanished out the classroom door.

Yi Tian: “…”

Yang Feiwen: “…”

 

Lao Gu was grading assignments when his the-most-prized class leader, Minister Yan, suddenly appeared in front of him.

“Wait a minute.” Lao Gu finished his comment with a period, took out a key from the cabinet before handing it to Yan Xiu.

“He may still be sleeping.” Lao Gu said. “Even if it’s not serious, there is no need to disturb him.”

Yan Xiu nodded, the voice muffled in his throat still had a cold and hazy feeling: “Okay.”