Chapter 37 P - Regret

Xing Yu was amused by his slightly rustic words, and Chu Beiling laughed along with him.

"I'm usually a bit unlucky, and sometimes I just fall short by a little bit, but all the blessings I've sent out have come true." Chu Beiling blinked and said with a smile, "Really."

"I believe it." For some reason, Xing Yu just believed it.

The few seconds it took for Chu Beiling and Xing Yu to look at each other with smiles seemed to freeze in time, the rustling of leaves the best response.

They don't need to say anything more.

The two remained silent after that, sitting on a bench atop the mountain, gazing at the distant, shimmering stars.

The two stood an arm's length apart. Xing Yu glanced at Chu Beiling out of the corner of his eye and slowly moved towards her.

Shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee, they bumped into each other intentionally or unintentionally, then casually separated.

Chu Beiling was probably born with a fiery temper. While everyone else was changing into their winter school uniforms, he was still wearing a short-sleeved jacket underneath. The wind was strong on the mountaintop, and it was already close to midnight, with the temperature dropping to an odd number. He was inevitably shivering from the cold.

Xing Yu took off his windbreaker, which was their winter school uniform.

Before she could hand it to him, Chu Beiling stopped her: "Give it to me. What are you going to wear? Wear it yourself."

"It's still the stiffest, it's all trembling like a leaf." Xing Yu shook the down jacket open as much as possible. "Let's cover each other up, so we can both stay warm."

Under the biting cold wind, Chu Beiling reluctantly crawled into Xing Yu's coat to keep warm with him.

A school uniform covered the two of them, skin to skin, even more intimate than before.

Chu Beiling could clearly feel the burning heat on Xing Yu's arm. He was sensitive to heat, and now he felt hot again.

One of them, unable to sit still, is now acting like a hyperactive child, indiscriminately harming others.

Xing Yu froze when someone touched a certain part of his body. He reached out and grabbed the restless hand that was wandering around: "Don't move, the wind is getting in."

Chu Beiling froze, momentarily afraid to move: "Yes, it's a bit hot."

Xing Yu opened his mouth, then said somewhat helplessly, "If you don't move around, you won't get hot."

"Understood," Chu Beiling replied immediately.

Seeing that the person was like a captured chick, showing no intention of causing trouble, Xing Yu released his grip.

The wind blew through the two boys' hair once again, carrying the faint scent of grass and earth. When Xing Yu came alone, he felt the biting cold wind on the mountaintop. No matter how many coats he wore, the damp and cold wind would penetrate to his bones, leaving him nowhere to escape.

But things are different now. Someone accidentally wandered into his secret base, bringing with him the warmth of a tropical rainforest and dispelling the damp, cold winds around him.

Xing Yu looked up and was surprised to see a few stars; tomorrow would surely be a good day.

After remaining silent for a while, Chu Beiling finally spoke, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry." Xing Yu had barely finished speaking when his stomach rumbled loudly in the quiet night.

They haven't eaten dinner and have been hungry ever since.

Chu Beiling suddenly found the occasional stubbornness of the man somewhat endearing. He smiled and reached into his bag to take out small cakes, cookies, and other snacks.

"I have plenty of snacks, enough to fill you up." Seeing that he didn't move, Chu Beiling stuffed the snacks into his arms, reached out and hooked his chin, looking like a robber who was forcibly taking a beautiful woman: "Alright, I know our little princess is delicate, eat up."

"..." Xing Yu wanted to retort, but couldn't think of anything suitable for the moment. He said stiffly, "Don't call me that."

"No, no, I won't call you that." Chu Beiling said in a coaxing tone, as if she were talking to a child.

Xing Yu shut up, until the more this person argued, the more rebellious he became. To avoid him nagging endlessly in his ear, he simply ignored him and pretended not to hear, sullenly eating his snacks.

The small bread rolls weren't filling, but they were enough. Enveloped in warmth, Chu Beiling began to doze off. Being close by, he buried his head in Xing Yu's shoulder, then instantly sprang back up: "Did I hurt you?"

Xing Yu shook his head: "No, you can continue sleeping. I'll wake you up when it's almost sunrise."

"Tell me if it bothers you," Chu Beiling mumbled sleepily before quickly drifting off to sleep.

His head swayed back and forth, seemingly tense even in his sleep. Xing Yu helped him rest his head on his shoulder, and then pressed his own head against him.

Always mindful of Chu Beiling's comfort, Xing Yu didn't move much, as his shoulders went numb from being pressed down. Maintaining the same position for so long, Xing Yu didn't sleep well that night, drifting in and out of sleep until five in the morning, when the sky showed signs of sunrise.

Xing Yu woke him up: "Fanfan, the sun is about to rise."

Chu Beiling woke up groggily, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and slumped on the bench like a hamster that hadn't woken up yet.

Xing Yu chuckled. Chu Beiling glanced at him, still half-asleep, and said with displeasure, "What are you laughing at? You're not much better off than me when you wake up this morning."

Xing Yu chuckled and gave a soft "Mmm".

I waited until six o'clock, but instead of sunrise, a heavy rain came. Whenever the cold air moves south, Hangzhou always has a few sudden rainstorms without any warning.

The torrential rain poured down, and the two hurriedly picked up their luggage and art supplies and fled, running to a nearby pavilion to take shelter from the rain. Chu Beiling casually wiped his face and squatted down to check his art supplies.

When they turned around, Xing Yu was also awkwardly checking his painting tools. When they looked at each other and saw that the other was soaking wet, they held back for a while, but finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

In the end, due to a sudden rainstorm, they still didn't get to see the sunrise.

Chu Beiling glanced regretfully at the other side of the mountain, in the direction of the sunrise.

Xing Yu said, "Next time."

Chu Beiling nodded, still feeling a little regretful. The next time he could see the sunrise wouldn't be today.

When they returned to school on Sunday, Xu Tunan came over to confront them: "We agreed to have dinner together, what were you doing on Friday? You didn't even answer your phone."

Chu Beiling: "I've gone to chase the moon."

Xu Tunan was puzzled: "Huh?"

Xing Yu pointed to Xu Tunan's position at an angle: "Class is about to start, you should go back."

If the school bell hadn't rung immediately after he finished speaking, Xu Tunan would have seriously suspected that Xing Yu didn't want him to disturb his time alone with Chu Beiling.

He leaned closer: "You two aren't hiding something from me, are you?"

Xing Yu lifted his eyelids: "What?"

Just as Xu Tunan was about to speak, the history teacher, who was quite overweight, walked into the classroom, pointed at him, and said, "Xu Tunan, why don't you move a chair over to Xing Yu's group? I always see you sitting there in class."

After spending a lot of time with Chu Beiling and Xing Yu, one of whom was always talking nonsense and the other was always spouting icy remarks, Xu Tunan's own words started to become incoherent: "Teacher Lu, I prefer the bed."

Their history teacher was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. Apart from his beer belly, he didn't have the greasiness or paternal air of a typical middle-aged man. Not only were his classes interesting, but he was also quite humorous and adept at responding to nonsensical remarks.

He said, "It's getting cold now~ Do you want me to add another blanket for you?"

Xu Tunan wasn't particularly good at responding, so he had no choice but to slink back to his seat.

Chu Beiling had already previewed the course content in advance. While Professor Lu was lecturing on stage, he listened and reviewed at the same time, using the timeline learning method that Xing Yu had taught him, which made him more efficient.

He even had time to draw on his textbooks and beautify the figures in his history books.

Young Master Chu's textbooks were half notebooks and half drawings, densely packed together.

After finishing applying makeup to the respected historical figure, he glanced at Xing Yu and finally couldn't help but ask, "Is it particularly enjoyable to go against the grain?"

Not long after the start of the semester, Xing Yu began to go all out in his rebellious ways. In history class, he would open his history book and put it aside. He would only take notes when Professor Lu mentioned important points, and spend the rest of the time organizing political content without neglecting his studies.

Apart from art class, all other courses were completely different; he never attended classes seriously, even less serious than the teacher, and the key point was that he was never caught by the teacher.

“Tense can be efficient.” Xing Yu glanced at him sideways, then looked back at his textbook. “You’re not suited for this.”

"..." Chu Beiling couldn't help but tease him a couple of times: "I'm waiting to see you make a fool of yourself when the teacher catches you in the act the other day."

What he said came true. No sooner had he spoken than Xing Yu was caught than Old Lu grabbed him. "Chu Beiling~ Am I more handsome than Xing Yu?"

Of course Xing Yu is better looking, but he couldn't say that. If he did, that old rascal Lu would definitely make him and Xing Yu stare at each other for two class periods.

Chu Beiling smiled and said, "Of course you're good-looking. You're the most beautiful person in the world."

Old Lu stroked his non-existent long beard and said with satisfaction, "Alright, since you praised me, tell me where I left off, and you can repeat it for me. If you answer correctly, I'll let you go."

Chu Beiling: "..."

He hadn't been listening at all, and his deskmate was writing politics. Fortunately, his 5.3 vision allowed him to see far. Only the girl in the first row had her textbook upright, so he read it aloud: "Su Beichen pinched Su Jiaojiao's waist and said, 'You troublesome little thing, what am I supposed to do with you?'"

A burst of laughter echoed through the classroom.

Chu Beiling is a very emotional person, and when he read it aloud, he almost perfectly captured the tone of the lines. His clear and magnetic voice added a touch of ambiguity and tenderness to the dialogue.

Many girls who are easily embarrassed and enjoy reading romance novels blushed.

His face was even redder than the girls', especially after his eyes met Xing Yu's. In an instant, a blush spread and deepened from his ears like the sunset, turning him completely red inside and out.

Chu Beiling wished she could disappear into a hole in the ground.

Old Lu waved his hand, gesturing for him to sit down: "If you don't pay attention in class next time, I'll definitely teach you a lesson."

Chu Beiling nodded in agreement quickly; he would never dare to do that again.

Old Lu cleared his throat: "And whose novel was Chu Beiling reading just now? Hand over your novel."

The girl in the first row looked pained, but had no choice but to obediently have Xiaoyan passed to the podium.

Young Master Chu glared at Xing Yu, who couldn't help but laugh, and directly changed the line he had just seen below: "Man, what are you looking at? Do you know you're playing with fire?"

Xing Yu's smile deepened, and he raised an eyebrow at him. Chu Beiling straightened his face, preventing him from looking at her: "Go study your politics."

After the last physical education class on Tuesday afternoon, Xing Yu walked down from the stands.

Having just finished playing ball, Chu Beiling breathed softly, his chest rising and falling. His fair skin had a light pink hue, and his youthful energy was so vibrant it was almost bursting out. Under the scorching sun, it almost sizzled.

He was radiating light.

Already the focus of attention on the sports field, even more eyes are now drawn to them.

Another girl came up to him and started talking. The girl only came up to his chest. He bent down slightly and leaned over to talk to her, smiling as he spoke. After a while, the girl ran away, looking slightly disappointed.

Hearing the noise, Chu Beiling looked up and said, "You're here."

Xing Yu walked in and said without much emotion, "How many is this month? You're quite popular!"

Chu Beiling raised her chin: "You're not bad either."

Xing Yu turned to leave, and Chu Beiling rushed over, hooking his chin: "Are you jealous?"

Xing Yu's face showed a moment of unease: "Jealous? Jealous of what!"

Young Master Chu said carelessly, "I'm more popular than you."