The class group chat for Class 3 Arts didn’t remain silent for long. After the first person popped up saying “I’m alive,” the group chat came alive. It seemed to be a tradition not to discuss the results after the exams. Everyone tacitly gathered their energy to enjoy themselves before the results came down.
Yu Sui didn’t feel too empty after the exams. Perhaps it was because his pace throughout the year had been solid and steady, to the point that he felt somewhat at ease. Even after it ended, he didn’t feel his life had changed much.
He obediently stayed home for a few days, sleeping from morning till night. He’d check his phone when he woke up, only to be suddenly called out by Aunt Sun for chicken soup.
The young master hadn’t spent many days at home during his exam preparation, not even returning on holidays. Aunt Sun’s efforts had nowhere to be spent.
Perhaps the memory of Yu Zhen’s thin figure from that year had left too deep an impression on her; she always felt Yu Sui should be like that too. For a while, she felt both heartache and worry, making her the most unsettled person in the Yu family.
Now that Yu Sui was finally back, Aunt Sun called him out for meals and soup every day at the same time, insisting that she wanted to nourish him.
Yu Sui felt uneasy at the sight of the soup. He pulled out the scale from Yuan Yu and stepped on it in front of Aunt Sun. His weight is a full ten pounds heavier than before.
“Oh dear.” Aunt Sun chuckled immediately.
“…” Yu Sui knew he should have gained weight, but he hadn’t expected to gain so much. His face turned ashen. “Aunt Sun, I need to lose weight.”
“Nonsense,” Aunt Sun said. “At your age, you’re still growing taller.”
Yuan Yu came downstairs and glanced at the scale: “Looks like you’ve grown a little taller than before?”
Yu Sui: “…”
He frantically grabbed the scale and ran back to his room, then locked the door. He took off all added weights on him and stepped on the scale again. Then, he grabbed a ruler and measured himself against the wall. Then, his face went blank as he slumped onto the bed. A sudden alarm bell rang in his head, and he realized he wasn’t entirely oblivious to the post-exam daze. He was awake now.
The days of using the college entrance exam as an excuse to overeat were truly over.
After the “I’m alive” message in the class group chat, Yu Sui posted on his WeChat Moments, “I’m shutting down.”
This was the first person in Class 3 Arts to shut down after the college entrance exam, quickly attracting the attention of his classmates.
When Yan Xiu saw this message, he switched to someone’s chat box and sent a row of question marks.
Their chat still showed Yu Sui saying that Aunt Sun had come to call him for soup again, and he wondered why the guy had suddenly become withdrawn.
Yu Sui replied with a voice message.
Yan Xiu, while holding his phone, wiped the leaves of the potted plant that Tang Ying loved most in the living room.
Tang Ying’s plant was particularly delicate; it couldn’t tolerate too much sunlight and could only be watered sparingly each time, making it easy to die and difficult to care for.
These past few days, with light rain, she had it brought in.
Yan Xiu, caught off guard, clicked on Yu Sui’s voice message, and a soft, husky male breathing sound suddenly came through.
The word “young master” was barely uttered before Yan Xiu cut it off. He glanced at his phone with a complicated expression, then looked at Tang Ying’s beloved plant—one of the leaves had been forcefully pressed down, drooping listlessly.
Yan Xiu immediately let go, gathered it in his palm, before turning to throw it away. He keenly sensed something and glanced towards the stairwell: “…Mom.”
“Yes.” Tang Ying, dressed in a vintage qipao with a fan, stood at the top of the stairs.
There was a business meeting today, and since Lao Yan wasn’t there, Tang Ying had to go by herself.
“Mom’s about to leave, go upstairs and change.” Her expression was even more complicated than Yan Xiu’s. The moment their eyes met, Tang Ying awkwardly flung her fan aside to cover her face, gave a laugh, and nonchalantly went upstairs, leaving Yan Xiu alone downstairs.
Yan Xiu stood there frozen, only moving after a long while.
He wanted to explain for a moment, but Ms. Tang Ying showed no interest in listening. Yan Xiu could easily guess the exaggerated scenario Tang Ying was imagining.
Sure enough, Tang Ying came downstairs shortly after, this time wearing a small fur-trimmed shawl, which made her look elegant and refined.
However, wearing such a shawl on a hot day just looked a bit silly.
Yan Xiu walked over, and before he could say anything, Tang Ying placed the book she was holding in his hands: “Son, Mommy isn’t blaming you. This book doesn’t represent any of my attitude. I just hope you think it through yourself.”
Yan Xiu swallowed the words he was about to say and quietly hummed in agreement.
“You’re all grown up now. You have your own decisions,” Tang Ying said. “But whatever you do, you have to figure out the consequences and risks yourself. Lao Yan and I can’t help you with those.”
Then she grabbed her bag and waved at Yan Xiu: “You’ve lost weight lately. Have Aunt make you some soup tonight. You finally have some free time, so find somewhere to rest. Don’t spend all your time nagging your dad about these trivial things.”
Tang Ying was badmouthing Lao Yan behind his back again.
Yan Xiu raised an eyebrow.
Tang Ying: “Are you even listening to me?”
“I heard it.” Yan Xiu saw her at the door, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the small shawl. “I’ll put it back for you.”
Yan Xiu returned to his room and found his earphones before listening to Yu Sui’s voice message.
Someone had inexplicably gone to the gym. And when he sent the voice message, he had just gotten off the treadmill, pitifully complaining about the cake shop across from the gym, without explaining anything about his WeChat Moments.
Yan Xiu hung up the voice message and pressed his temples.
Ren Mu: [Why did you go to the gym?]
Fish Can: [To lose weight]
Ren Mu: […]
Ren Mu: [? ?]
Ren Mu: [I don’t think you’re fat]
Fish Can: [? ? ?]
Fish Can: [Am I really fat?]
Yu Sui sent Yan Xiu a barrage of bloody daggers.
He had just finished showering and stood on the scale with a towel draped over his shoulders, hoping to lose ten pounds in the two hours he was inside.
However, the number on the scale didn’t change.
In fact, it looked exactly the same.
But ever since he saw the number on the scale, nothing about him looked right in the mirror. His face seemed rounder, and his body seemed slightly chubby when he lifted his shirt.
Yu Sui found exercising alone too boring, so the next day he called Yan Xiu over.
Yan Xiu, with an expression of “I don’t know this idiot”, sat down opposite the young master on the treadmill and watched him run.
“How much weight have you gained?” Yan Xiu asked.
Perhaps because they spent so much time together, he couldn’t find an ounce of extra weight on Yu Sui.
Yu Sui winced, “Ten pounds!”
Yan Xiu raised an eyebrow, carefully scrutinizing Yu Sui, but still couldn’t find where the extra weight had come from.
But that didn’t stop Yan Xiu from teasing him: “I told you I’d give you the penalty sheet, why didn’t you take it?”
“What would I need your penalty sheet for?” Yu Sui gripped the bar and slowed down the speed.
Yan Xiu: “Ten laps per point. There’s a huge track, enough for you to run on.”
Yu Sui: “……”
He finally pressed pause, jumped off the treadmill, and pounced on Yan Xiu.
Unfortunately, the young master lacked perseverance. After a couple of days of half-hearted effort, the whole matter was abandoned.
That summer vacation was long, giving the students ample time to rest and recuperate.
When Yu Sui checked the No. 26 High School’s forum again, as reminded by Yang Feiwen, Class 3 Arts was visiting their teachers at No. 26 High School.
The student council had a new cohort of students. The president and the minister of the discipline inspection department were both replaced.
As they walked across the playground, seeing the new students wearing red armbands under the red flag on the platform, they smiled and looked away for a long time.
Sometimes ago, even the official CP had become a thing of the past.
The original thread about the official CP was still trending, but the top post was still “[My favorite couple actually graduated]”.
Floor 4556: [I graduated, and my favorite CP graduated too!]
Floor 4557: [My youth!]
Floor 4668: [Ahhh, the president graduated! I just joined the student council!]
Floor 4668: [The person upstairs is obviously not from the same year. We all call them “Minister.”]
Floor 4669: [I’m different. We call them “Yan-ge”.]
Floor 6700: [I cried so hard the day they shouted “Yan-ge” (a nickname for a student council member). I saw them walking together, chatting and laughing in the last row.]
Floor 6701: [Graduation is great! Flying towards a brighter future!]
Floor 6702: [A senior a year after graduation is here! Our little Yu Sui and Minister have also graduated! Located at the Academy of Fine Arts, X University. Senior is waiting for you!]
Floor 6703: [Damn, I’m so envious! I really want to graduate right now!]
Floor 6704: [Waaah, to be honest, they left in one car the day they packed up their dorms and left school. Does anyone want to ship them?]
6705: [Hehe, speaking of which, it’s been over a year, and we haven’t even seen a single hair of Sui’er’s girlfriend. I’m convinced this is just a rumor.]
6706: [According to insiders, it might not be a rumor. Feiwen clearly said “partner,” not “girlfriend,” so Sui’er admitted to having a partner, not a girlfriend.]
6707: [Based on this, Sui’er only has one official partner, surnamed Ri 1日. There’s a footnote in Chapter 11 about Yan Xiu’s name. Yan (晏) composed of characters: 日 (sun, day) and 安 (peace, tranquil), so Good Day (日安 or Ri’an).]
6708: [Upstairs, you’re an idiot. The surname is Ri’an, okay?]
6709: [Upstairs, you’re also an idiot. The surname is Yan2晏.]
6710: [To prevent new students from not understanding, let me explain. As everyone knows, Sui’er has a nickname, Mrs. Ri’an3日安夫人 \rìān fūrén\, and the Minister has a nickname, Mrs. Xianyu 4xiányú fūrén.]
6711: [So Sui’er’s surname is Xian?]
Yu Sui thought the nickname was nice, and in front of Yan Xiu, he deleted “Master Ren Mu” and changed it to “Lady Xianyu” (Salted Fish Lady).
He turned to look at Yan Xiu’s expression. Although he had a sour face, he didn’t seem unhappy.
“My lady,” Yu Sui said, hooking his arm around his shoulder.
Yan Xiu let him put his arm around him: “Have you given me any betrothal gifts?”
Yu Sui was taken aback, then laughed: “Hey… you didn’t bring any dowry either?”
Yan Xiu glanced at him, then took out his phone and tapped something.
Yu Sui felt his phone vibrate twice in his pocket. He checked WeChat, grinned, and said with a worried expression, “Minister, you’re too expensive now. I’ll have to save up for a while.”
Yan Xiu chuckled, “It’s okay, save up slowly.”
Yang Feiwen silently crossed his arms and rubbed them, then quickly squeezed between Tang Bohu and Liang Wen, saying, “Damn, I can’t take it anymore.”
Many classes returned to school that day to visit their teachers. Besides Class 3 Arts, he saw many other classes from the other buildings. Acquaintances would strike up conversations and then walk together in groups.
The students of Class 3 Arts had extensive networks. They could run into acquaintances almost every short distance, quickly forming a large group.
These birds, newly released from their cages, were letting loose, eager to do something to prove themselves.
Tang Bohu had permed his short, spiky hair. Liang Wen had shaved a letter into the side of his head. And even Yang Feiwen had dyed his hair.
As they walked by, their colorful appearances drew frequent glances from the students who were having regular classes on the ground.
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