The whistle of the PE teacher echoed from nearby.
Crowd surged from all directions toward the same spot, encircling the basketball court. The spectator stands were a sea of dark heads, countless cameras, gazes, and beams of light scattered without a fixed focal point.
“Class 3 Humanities 1I’m not sure why the author wrote Humanities, instead of Arts… To avoid confusion, please think of it as Class 3 Arts, yet I will still retain Humanities as written in the raws.!”
“Class Three Humanities, get in position—”
The PE teacher’s shout cracked, eliciting a wave of laughter. Students from the logistics team hurriedly dragged over a speaker and handed him a microphone.
They had temporarily rolled out a waist-high trapezoidal platform, where the PE teacher sat next to the scoreboard.
Yang Feiwen seemed to be on fire, and he ran to the shade of the tree, wishing he could just throw a rope to the two men. “Come back and do some warm-up exercises! Save your whispers for later, will you?”
Yan Xiu lowered his head and removed the watch on his wrist.
Yu Sui came back to his senses, and suddenly put his arm around Yan Xiu’s shoulders from behind, forcing Yan Xiu to bend slightly and follow him.
The wild pine and green fruits sank into the ground together, and the young man’s shadow stretched out and melted into the clear water and blue sky.
“I’m not nervous.” Yu Sui said firmly. “I just think it’s troublesome.Haven’t you seen how they write in those fanfics? Even a casual glance gets turned into ‘love at first sight’…”
Yan Xiu shook off his hand and shot him a sidelong glance.
Yu Sui continued, “Seriously… Have you been on the school forum? There are tons of CP threads, not just about us two.”
He thought back to the posts he had read and said, “If they’re in the same grade, they’ll say: same grade means same building, same building means chances to meet, chances to meet mean chances for love at first sight and secret vows. Eye contact means attraction, meeting means dating—basically, if two people get paired, even the slightest touch is seen as deliberate and ill-intentioned…”
Yu Sui spoke with practiced ease. After listening for a while, Yan Xiu suddenly asked, “So, are you ill-intentioned?”
“…” Yu Sui had inadvertently dug his own grave. Flushing red, he shot Yan XIu a glare and retorted, “Is that even possible?”
Yan Xiu didn’t respond. He seemed to smile, but Yu Sui didn’t see it clearly and always felt that it might also be a mockery.
The urging from the PE teacher and the class monitor of Class 3 Humanities grew more insistent, their voices drowned in the surrounding noise.
In previous years, there had been tragedies where students did not do the warm-up exercises seriously, resulting in cramps during games.
Hence, the warm-up session was always strictly supervised every year.
The substitute teacher watched them stretch while explaining the competition rules, sternly emphasizing that safety came first and competition second. “You youngsters, don’t take this lightly. Do you know that two years ago, during a friendly soccer match between our No. 26 High School and Taoli No. 1 High School, someone fell in the first game, broke their leg, and had to take a year off? In the second game, another got tackled and landed on their collarbone—fractured it and stayed in the hospital for two months!”
The teacher paused as he passed by Tang Bohu. Before he could say anything, Liang Wen answered, “Another one broke their foot in the third match. A teammate stepped on him and broke it!”
After saying that, Liang Wen patted Tang Bohu on the shoulder and said, “So, classmate Hu-zi, I hope you can be more restrained this time. At least don’t step on your teammates’ feet. It’s ok to step on the opponent’s feet at least…”
Tang Bohu was known for his reckless play. When Liang Wen pointed him out in public, he felt quite embarrassed: “Damn, you are really my good brother…”
The supervising teacher happened to be familiar with the two of them. His face darkened like the bottom of a pot as he glared at each of them: “What are you laughing at? If you interrupt someone, you have to raise your hand and ask for permission. Did either of you do it? Your group gets an extra set of high-leg exercises! No one plays until you finish!”
Behind Tang Bohu and Liang Wen in the same group, the lazy Yu Sui, who had just finished stretching and gotten up from the ground, twitched his mouth and was too lazy to move even a finger.
As the heads in front of him boobed up and down one by one, Yu Sui glanced at the group next to them, then turned to Yan Xiu, clasping his hands together in a pleading gesture.
Yan Xiu raised his eyebrows: “Beg me.”
Yu Sui immediately said, “Please.”
Yan Xiu: “…”
The young master knew when to yield and when to stand firm. To shirk a little effort, he was even willing to call Yan Xiu “Dad” at that moment. After all, Yu Jingyuan and his son often sold each other out all year round, so Yu Sui felt no guilt whatsoever.
Yu Sui really wanted to shout at the top of his lungs: “Dad…”
As soon as the sound was uttered, his arm was suddenly pulled by someone, and he and Yan Xiu switched places.
At the same time, an uncontrollable scream broke out in a small area in the audience.
The teacher in charge could not see the action at the back of Class 3, but the students in the audience had the best viewing angle and could see it clearly.
The substitute teacher looked over in confusion, didn’t find anything wrong, and turned away.
Yu Sui lowered his head and touched his ears subconsciously.
Thankfully, it wasn’t burning.
Throughout the competition that lasted for two entire classes, the cooperation of Class 3 Arts reached a new level.
Yu Sui had been repeatedly told by the class sports committee not to run lazily that he couldn’t move, so this time, he cooperated fully.
“Isn’t that Yu Sui?” The girls watching shouted while holding up their phones. “How come he’s running around like a lightning bolt? Aren’t his legs just for decoration?”
Class 3’s spectators shouted back: “What are you talking about? Our Yu Sui has always been fast!”
Everyone around burst into laughter.
After the game, these words were relayed to Yu Sui’s ears by a kind-hearted classmate. Yu Sui raised his eyelids, glanced at the audience, and boldly blew a kiss.
The section immediately responded by raising their hands and cheering.
Yan Xiu picked up his backpack from under the basketball hoop and brought two bottles of water over.
His drooping eyelashes were damped with sweat, and Yan Xiu raised his hand to wipe them lightly. His sweat-soaked jersey clung to his body, outlining the posed, powerful lines of a young man’s shoulders and back.
He tossed another bottle to Yu Sui, who caught it and stood up from the ground.
Then, the two men left the court one after another.
Class 3 won a great victory in this game, and the students gathered around Mr. Gu to share the joy of victory. However, when Yi Tian did a head count, she realized two key players were missing.
“Where did they go?” Yi Tian caught up with Yang Feiwen.
Yang Feiwen pointed at the school gate and said, “Fetching drinks. It seems they ordered from outside the school.”
“Just the two of them going?” Yi Tian suddenly raised his head.
Yang Feiwen didn’t care: “What else?”
Yi Tian: “… I have a weird feeling about this. Do you think the discipline committee has already found out about our base?”
“Impossible?” Yang Feiwen thought for a moment, pulled Liang Wen over, and said to Yi Tian. ”Yan Xiu doesn’t seem to be into these things, just like an old cadre. The other day we played games with him, and he learned on the spot.”
Liang Wen arrived late and didn’t understand what they were saying: “What’s going on? Something happened again?”
“Nothing.” Yang Feiwen said.
Yi Tian still felt something was off, but she couldn’t explain it to the two guys, so she turned around to talk to other girls.
After that day, Yu Sui and Yan Xiu’s CP building on the No. 26 High School forum became popular again.
The main CP thread moderator suddenly revoked the low-profile notice, but offered no explanation.
Not long after, many people began posting pictures and texts that they had accumulated for a long time in the thread. Some even shared screenshots of the explosive post that was originally deleted by the user, “Fortune Comes to the Future, the Boss is My Idol” before it was taken down by moderators.
The long-suppressed souls of these people were very restless, and they commented one after another to express their feelings.
[I screamed when I saw it. They are such a perfect match! ]
[Who has the picture of Yu Sui catching the ball from Yan Xiu during the basketball game? I didn’t take a picture and I regret it! ]
[Keep a low profile and don’t do another total lockdown. ]
[What low profile! They are the ones carrying the flag themselves. It’s not our fault! ]
Yu Sui’s phone on the desk kept vibrating.
After finishing a shower, Yu Sui looked around and found that the dorm was empty. He picked up his phone and walked slowly to the door.
Ever since that time he came out of the shower and ran into the disciplinary committee, Yu Sui would subconsciously pay attention to what was happening outside while showering.
It was a quiet day today. His three roommates just went to other dormitories to play games.
Yu Sui easily found Yang Feiwen in Liang Wen’s dormitory. The two were playing a three-person match with Yi Tian. Judging from their expressions, they must have lost badly.
“Come quickly.” Yang Feiwen waved for him to come over and moved to make room for Yu Sui.
Yu Sui didn’t follow. With a towel draped over his head, he lazily dragged a chair over and sat nearby.
These small gaming gatherings, with Yang Feiwen present, usually turned into a mini information-sharing event.
As soon as Yu Sui arrived, Yang Feiwen announced two things: “We’ve decided—we’re going to explore that haunted house in Fu Village during the break.”
Yu Sui put on the headphones and logged into the game, responding with a lack of interest, “Don’t ask me to go.”
“We’ll talk about that later.” Yang Feiwen added. “One more thing, the school has started releasing spots for next year’s art exhibition.
When he said this, his attitude became much more serious.
The art exhibition usually lasts half a month and attracts many big names. The school’s expert teachers receive invitations every year and can bring a few students along.
“So soon?” Liang Wen said.
Yang Feiwen: “Not really—it’s just a quota release for now.”
Yu Sui just logged into the game and urged them: “Pull me in.”
“Okay, okay.” Yang Feiwen nodded.
This time, they lost even faster. Their luck was poor—they matched against opponents with top-tier taunting skills. Yi Tian and Yang Feiwen were too busy typing insults back and forth, and even after the game ended, they kept grumbling in the chat channel.
Yu Sui took off his earphones, wiped his hair with a towel, and a hint of helplessness appeared in the corners of his eyes.
“Are we still playing?” he asked.
Liang Wen glanced at the time and said, “It’s still early.”
Meaning they would keep playing—they decided to stick to beginner matches.
There was still one vacant avatar among the four avatars. Yang Feiwen glanced at Yu Sui quietly and said, “Sui’er, do you want to call that person? Let’s play the beginner round.”
You know who.
Yu Sui was amused by this subtle way of addressing him: “Don’t you have hands yourself?”
Despite saying that, Yu Sui still switched to the WeChat interface, opened the chat winder with Yan Xiu, and typed: [Are you asleep? ]
The reply came quickly: [? ]
Yu Sui cleared his throat softly. Although No. 26 High School didn’t ban phones, it was still quite exciting to ask the Minister of the Discipline Inspection Department to play games together at night.
He took a screenshot of the game interface and sent it to Yan Xiu.
Fish Can: [Want to play? ]
Ri An: […]
Ri An: [Wait a minute. ]
Yu Sui looked up: “He said wait a moment, he needs to download it.”
The expression of the two people across from him had already changed.
Yang Feiwen endured for a long time, but couldn’t help asking about the thing he had been curious about for several days: “Sui’er, when did Yan-ge see the CP thread on forum?”
Yu Sui looked away: “How would I know?”
He really didn’t know.
When he’d accidentally mentioned that there was such a place in the forum of No. 26 High School that day, Yan Xiu hadn’t seemed particularly surprised.
Before that, Yu Sui hadn’t known that Yan Xiu was actually a senior moderator on the forum either.
It was Yi Tian who accidentally saw that Yan Xiu’s phone screen seemed to be on No. 26 High School’s forum—precisely the original location where that returned fanbook content had first been posted.
After waiting anxiously for a day with no results, Yi Tian quietly withdrew the notices she had previously issued.
If the Minister himself was reading CP threads, what did they have to worry about?
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