TWSITAOCP Chapter 24.2

Hearing them discuss this, Yi Tian muttered: “You have no idea how scared I was back then.”

Just then, a new message popped up on Yu Sui’s phone.

Ri An: [Done ]

Yu Sui switched back to the game interface and pulled Yan Xiu into the team.

After that one time Yan Xiu had played with them on the computer, he hadn’t played again. Now meeting again after several days, his skills were still terribly bad.

Yu Sui held the headphone cord and twisted it around his fingers twice, privately messaged Yan Xiu, and sent another message.

Fish Can: [Minister, which dorm room are you in? ]

This time, Yan Xiu took a few seconds to reply.

Ri An: [609]

The sudden disappearance of two voices in the voice channel did not attract anyone’s attention, because the two of them didn’t talk much, until Yu Sui suddenly stood up and said, “I’m going upstairs to play.”

Young Master Yu walked slowly, keeping his earphones on to listen to their shouts along the way. On the other end of the earphones were Liang Wen’s entire dorm room plus Yang Feiwen, making an enormous noise that contrasted sharply with the quiet dormitory corridor on the sixth floor.

After the class division, some dormitories did not change much, such as Yu Sui’s and Yan Xiu’s. The roommates were still the same as before.

There were many student council members in Yan Xiu’s former class, and these people’s dormitories were adjacent to each other, so now one can often run into those student council members who often give speeches on stage.

Yu Sui had face blindness and couldn’t call out their names, but these people knew him and greeted him one after another.

The door of Dorm 609 was open. Yan Xiu leaned against the doorframe, with faint steaminess all around him. He had just finished a shower and was wearing an oversized sportswear. He even had a towel on his head, and a small patch of fabric on his shoulder was wet.

When Yu Sui arrived, he was looking down at his phone and typing.

Quite busy, Yu Sui thought.

As Yu Sui approached, Yan Xiu happened to look up, and his phone just switched back to the game interface. His eyes paused on the towel on Yu Sui’s head, and suddenly he reached out and pulled the towel down.

“What are you doing?” Yu Sui wanted to laugh.

Yan Xiu: “You played the game like that for fifteen minutes?”

“Why are you like my mom?” Yu Sui walked into their dormitory and snapped his fingers at him. “Minister, weren’t you also playing like that for fifteen minutes?”

Yan Xiu seemed somewhat speechless: “Yes.”

He put the towel back around his neck.

Zheng Zi’an came out from the balcony and was not surprised to see Yu Sui. He even offered his chair.

But Young Master Yu ignored the chair and instead sat cross-legged on Yan Xiu’s bed.

Yan Xiu’s bed was the lower bunk, with rather poor lighting. At first, Yan Xiu looked like he wanted to take Yu Sui out, but half a minute later, he took the eye-protection lamp on Hu Fan’s desk into the bunk.

“Why do I feel like you’re raising him like your own son?” Zheng Zi’an said to Yan Xiu while he was washing his hands. “You’re doting on him. Putting a lamp won’t stop him from ruining his eyes.”

Minister Yan gave him a cold look and told him to get lost.

However, he took Zheng Zi’an’s advice into account and pulled Yu Sui out.

Later, Zheng Zi’an came back from a walk outside and felt that something was wrong. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the two people were sitting under the air conditioner playing games, letting their hair dry in the breeze.

He was speechless for a moment and was deeply worried. He walked up to the two men and touched their foreheads, only to be shooed away by both of them.

“Walk slower. Don’t rush.” ​​Yu Sui’s purpose in going upstairs was to see firsthand how Yan XIu played, hoping to steer him back on the right track.

But as he watched, he couldn’t resist intervening: “Minister, my dear deskmate, you’re fragile—you can’t bear it. Don’t charge forward…”

In a five-player game, one person kept going AFK.

Yi Tian circled the character who had stopped mid-movement and yelled into the voice channel: “Xiao Yu’er, Xiao Sui’er, Brother Sui’er! Move!”

Unbeknownst to them, the young master found them too noisy and had already taken off his earphones, relying on Yan Xiu to relay the messages.

So Yan Xiu took off one of his earpieces and gave it to him: “Yi Tian is calling you.”

Yu Sui actually took it and put it on.

Zheng Zi’an watched coldly from the sidelines. After a long while, he suddenly had an idea. He clicked into the No. 26 High School forum, clicked on the trending section, and replied at the bottom of the thread.

[They are in my dorm right now, sharing the same pair of headphones]

It was not advisable for the Minister to play games late at night, so this matter cannot be mentioned.

Zheng Zi’an deleted all unnecessary descriptions, leaving only this short, suggestive sentence that made people think a lot.

They ended up playing too late that night, and Yu Sui fell asleep right on Yan Xiu’s bed.

Yang Feiwen called the other two roommates to go upstairs and tried to pull Yu Sui down, but no matter how hard they tugged, he wouldn’t budge. In the end, they had to ask Yan Xiu to go downstairs.

Given that the Minister of the Discipline Inspection Department went downstairs more frequently, it had become a habit to hide electrical appliances in this dormitory. From throwing them around randomly to never taking them out unless necessary, they must be hidden immediately after use.

The next morning, Yu Sui jolted awake.

Three unfamiliar faces stared at him from beside the bed—none of them is usual roommates.

Yu Sui: “…”

Zheng Zi’an and the other two: “……”

There was a click at the door as Yan Xiu turned the lock and walked in.

All four of them turned their heads in unison as Yan Xiu came in, completely unbothered, carrying a bag pack and a paper bag.

“What are you all blocking the door for?” Yan Xiu glanced at them.

Zheng Zi’an and the other two quickly stepped aside. It seemed as if they had been up for a long time and had finished packing. They were probably not sure whether Yu Sui would wake up before leaving, so they were hesitating whether to wake him up, worried that he might oversleep in their room and end up late.

“Xiu, you’re back. We’re heading out then.” Zheng Zi’an turned around and waved to Yu Sui. “See you later.”

Young Master Yu nodded calmly and said politely, “See you later.”

The three of them bowed and left.

With only Yan Xiu left in the room, Yu Sui leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes again.

He was far from fully awake.

His hair was disheveled at the moment, and he was holding Yan Xiu’s quilt in his arms, with a smell that did not belong to him.

There was a faint smell of Chinese herbs on Yan Xiu’s bed, which can also be smelled on Yan Xiu occasionally. It usually smelled refreshing and very light, almost like an illusion.

In less than five minutes his eyes were closed, Yu Sui actually had a brief dream—he dreamed of Yan Xiu grinding herbs on a table.

Completely random and baseless.

But when Yu Sui opened his eyes, he did see Yan Xiu standing next to the sink, washing his face.

It took him a few seconds to gather his thoughts and slowly remembered that this was not his own dorm. He had slept in Yan Xiu’s bed for the whole night.

“Aren’t you going to get up?” Yan Xiu walked over.

Yu Sui didn’t move: “Where did you sleep last night?”

Yan Xiu gave him a strange look: “You slept in my bed, where else can I go?”

Young Master Yu wasn’t able to quickly understand the meaning of this sentence at this moment, and he said “oh” lazily.

Yan Xiu pulled Yu Sui’s clothes out of the paper bag and tossed them over.

Inside Yan Xiu’s paper bag were not only Yu Sui’s clothes, but also Yu Sui’s toothbrush and even a bag of breakfast.

After he finished cleaning up, Yan Xiu picked up a sketchbook and sat nearby, clearly waiting for Yu Sui.

In fact, Yu Sui woke up not too late. The boys’ dormitory was still bustling at this time, with voices everywhere upstairs and downstairs.

It was just that the people in Yan Xiu’s dormitory were used to getting up early and leaving early. When Yan Xiu came out of Yu Sui’s dormitory, the surrounding dormitories were all quiet.

Yu Sui climbed down from the bed and flipped through the paper bag. The bag looked familiar to him and he suddenly realized, “You slept at my place?”

Yan Xiu took a moment to catch up with the young master’s delayed reaction, lifting his gaze to stare at Yu Sui’s messy hair for a long time.

The young master obviously didn’t know that he had met several people with this appearance—otherwise he wouldn’t be so calm. When he saw himself in the mirror, his expression changed unpredictably, and he spent a long time trying to fix his hair.

After a chaotic rush to get ready, Yu Sui was about to turn around to call Yan Xiu when he saw Yan Xiu folding the quilt.

Yu Sui touched his nose and walked back, intending to help him fold them.

He remembered how neatly the blanket had been arranged when he arrived last night, but after his sleep, he turned it into a complete mess.

Seeing him approach, Yan Xiu turned and handed him the bag, “Hold this.”

With his own backpack slung over his shoulder and Yan Xiu’s in his arms, Yu Sui leaned against the wall, perfectly content to wait.

The two men walked out of the dormitory building side by side, stunning rows of people who were unaware of the situation.

As a participant in last night’s game, Yi Tian had dark circles under her eyes this morning. She laid across her desk in the back of the classroom and sighed, “They’re way too bold.”

“Who’s too bold?” asked the person at the back desk.

“My ship,” Yi Tian replied with a mix of delight and worry. Before she could tell the person sitting behind her in detail, the two of them walked into the classroom one after the other.

Yang Feiwen arrived soon after, yawning every ten steps before collapsing onto the desk and falling asleep.

Class 3’s first class of the day was politics. Within less than ten minutes into the class, the already weak-willed students were hypnotized, sprawling over their table in a struggle.

The politics teacher remained completely unaffected and continued to teach the content as planned. Occasionally, he would pass by a sleeping student, and suddenly slam the desk, startling everyone awake for a few seconds.

Yu Sui was also sleepy, but hadn’t fallen asleep.

He propped his textbook on the table, leaned his back against his chair, and rested his feet on the crossbar beneath the desk—tilting the chair so that only the back two legs touched the ground, rocking it precariously.

After a while, he took out the draft notebook and drew a circle on the blank page facing Yan Xiu’s profile. He tried to outline Yan Xiu’s handsome features, but unfortunately his technique remained at the kindergarten level, and after half a day it was still just a circle.

Yu Sui couldn’t bear to use his pen to insult the dignified and imposing image of the Minister of Discipline Inspection. He searched the classroom and stopped at the political teacher.

The political teacher was easy to draw—everyone in the class could draw the political teacher. A rectangular face, square glasses, two dots for a mustache, and two ears.

Just after he finished, his chair suddenly wobbled. Caught off guard, Yu Sui lurched forward, and the two front legs of the chair slammed heavily onto the ground with a loud thud.

All the slumped heads jolted awake, turning groggily to find the culprit.

Yu Sui sat upright, acting as if nothing had happened, and even nodded in agreement with the teacher.

Once the disturbed sleepyheads turned back around, Yu Sui covered half of his face and yawned secretly.

Later, when he reached out to grab the pen in his draft notebook, he found that both “weapons” had been taken away by Yan Xiu.

The draft notebook was left open on the page with the portrait of the politics teacher. As soon as Yan Xiu snatched it, he saw the drawing. His expression was a mix of disbelief and exasperation as he pushed the young master’s hand away.

Then, he hastily scribbled a line on Yu Sui’s draft notebook: If you make trouble again, I will deduct points for conduct.

Yu Sui: “…”

The young master hadn’t expected Minister Yan to abuse his power so shamelessly. For a moment, a mischievous impulse surged within him.

So, he added another line on the draft page: We are an official pairing after all—how can you bear to do this?

Yan Xiu turned his head. The “official pairing” young master smiled breezily, his teeth gleaming white.

The politics teacher, having no idea what was going on, was using various figures as examples in his lecture.

Yan Xiu folded the piece of draft paper and sketched a simple outline of a young man with just three strokes—it already resembled Yu Sui.

It was the first time Yu Sui had seen him draw, and he found it quite fascinating.

Then, he saw Yan Xiu added a frame around the boy and wrote a line of words at the bottom: Wanted poster. Five extra points for anyone who catches him.

Yu Sui looked at him silently for a moment: “How can you be so childish?”

After this interruption, Yu Sui didn’t make any noise for the rest of the class.

The politics teacher spoke slowly, discussing how certain individuals achieved great things, often emphasizing their natural talent in one area and the doubled effort that eventually led to their success.

It seemed the teacher had only just remembered that he wasn’t lecturing to a room full of wood but to a group of students. He suddenly began calling on people to answer questions, jolting another batch of students awake.

Yan Xiu suddenly remembered the day he had dinner with Yu Jingyuan.

Most of the Yu family members regarded that the youngest child was just the youngest child—rebellious and immature, even a bit slower than others.

But despite his many flaws, he had never done anything out of the ordinary. By all accounts, he should have been a clever and likable child wherever he went.

Yu Sui was drowsy, holding his chin as he idly drew a circle on the textbook. He suddenly heard Yan Xiu ask, “What are you good at?”

Yu Sui: “?”

“I’m good at everything.” Yu Sui reacted quickly and curled his lip. “You’re trying to trick me into talking!”

Then, the back of his neck was pinched hard.

 

During school days, time was measured in weeks, and the fleeting days of blank test papers passed in the blink of an eye.

By the end of the year, it felt like a knot had been tied—the older  generation prayed for smooth sailing, while the younger generation hoped for peace and well-being in all things.

Who would have thought that as the semester neared its end, Yu Sui would once again find himself in trouble?

During that period, the seats in the class were adjusted several times, and Yu Sui and Yan Xiu’s seats were also moved horizontally in the back row several times.

At the end of the semester, the Discipline Inspection Department resumed its previous operations. Yan Xiu suddenly became busy, and the figures of the ministers with red armbands could be seen passing by everywhere in the school.

By the end of the semester, the disciplinary committee had resumed its usual intensity. Yan Xiu suddenly became busier, and the red armband of the committee head could be seen flashing everywhere on campus.

Violations plummeted as Yan Xiu rounded up a group of students and sent them to the track field. Then, one day, he returned to find his deskmate had been caught and sent to the field as well.

This time, it was the director of the Moral Education Office who had caught Yu Sui.

The director had been stationed on the track field every day recently. No matter what the reason for the demerit, anyone who ended up in his hands was in for a lecture.

“Yu Sui’s been detained by that bald turtle.” The front-row classmate immediately informed him. “Yang Feiwen and the others have all gone down.”

Just then, Lao Gu hurried into the classroom, phone in hand: “Yan Xiu, your deskmate is downstairs.”

Before he could explain in detail, Yang Feiwen and the others, who had gone down, came up again, followed by Shu Yi.

Yang Feiwen cursed all the way: “What kind of crappy director is that? He must have been saving up his spit for a thousand years.”

“What happened?” Lao Gu asked with a frown.

Yi Tian stepped forward and explained, “The director won’t let him go. He wants to summon Yu Sui’s parents.”

They talked about it in a scattered manner, but the gist was that Yu Sui had gotten into a fight and was caught red-handed by the Moral Education director.

Before heading downstairs, Yan Xiu called Tang Ying first. She said that Yu Jingyuan and Yuan Yu didn’t have time to come to school now, but she didn’t know about Yu Liao, Yu Si, and Yu Zhen.

“What’s wrong with Xiao Sui?” Tang Ying asked worriedly. “How about I go over and pretend to be your Aunt Yuan?”

“No need, Mom.” Yan Xiu walked downstairs and glanced at the playground. “As long as his family members don’t come over, it won’t be a big deal.”

Young Master Yu’s pride was as precious as a thousand pieces of gold—otherwise, he wouldn’t have suppressed his rebelliousness and endured things at school for so long.

There were already people running on the track field. The director was standing on the side of the track near the teaching building, with a young man standing in front of him.

The young man stood tall, his school uniform supported on his shoulders, and was looking at the ground nonchalantly. His long eyelashes covered half of his eyes, maintaining that well-behaved appearance—calm, gentle, and fair-skinned.

Only when one got closer could one see the scratches on the corners of his mouth and arms. The wounds were not big, but they were unsightly on that person.

Suddenly, the sunlight seemed much harsher.

It was called a fight, but the only person standing here was Yu Sui.

Yu Sui quietly moved aside, just in time to avoid the director’s spray of saliva. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a shadow approaching. Yu Sui raised his eyes and saw Yan Xiu.

How embarrassing, Yu Sui thought to himself.

He abruptly cut off the director’s torrent of words and asked calmly: “Director, do I still have to run 20 laps? Should I just start running now?”

The director of the Moral Education Department swallowed his words, his expression not very friendly, but there was nothing wrong with Yu Sui’s request. Feeling parched, he waved his hand to let him run: “I’m watching here. Don’t try to sneak away.”

Yu Sui let out an “oh” and ran along the edge of the plastic track. As he reached the curve, he glanced back in the direction he’d come from and saw Yan Xiu speaking with the director.

He couldn’t make out what they were saying, but the director’s displeasure was visibly growing.

Then Yan Xiu took off the armband on his shoulder, put it into his pocket together with the blue badge hanging around his neck, and began running along the track.

The author has something to say: I’m done for.