Chapter 59 P - Early Love

"Forgot your keys again?" Xing Yu opened the door and let Chu Beiling in, then glanced at the keys that were twirling around his index finger: "..."

Xing Yu had given him the house key for a long time, but Chu Beiling refused to open the door himself. He said he either didn't have the key with him, had too many things in his hands, or forgot to bring it.

Now they don't even pretend anymore.

Xing Yu said helplessly, "You brought your own key, why didn't you open the door!"

Young Master Chu said with a smile, "I just wanted you to come and open the door for me."

Xing Yu: "You might as well just be lazy to death."

Chu Beiling did not respond to the question.

He was indeed lazy when it came to daily chores, avoiding them whenever possible. After all, he was too lazy to even eat, let alone do anything else. Plus, since he spent so much time with Xing Yu, he did most of the housework. So now, the young master Chu naturally crossed his legs and waited for Xing Yu to serve him, acting as a hands-off manager.

Of course, the most important thing is that someone will answer the door when you knock.

He knew someone was waiting for him and would open the door for him.

That's why he doesn't use a key, but he doesn't plan to tell Xing Yu for the time being.

Otherwise, Xing Yu, this black sesame dumpling, would absolutely not have come to open the door for him, or he wouldn't have thought he could get away without teasing him.

"Give it back to me if you don't need it." Xing Yu asked him for the key back.

With a "click," Chu Beiling stopped what she was doing, quickly grabbed the key in her palm, and put her hand behind her back: "That won't do."

Xing Yu flicked his forehead lightly with his finger: "You scoundrel."

"So what if he's a scoundrel?" Since he wasn't going to return it anyway, he made Xing Yu open the door for him. "Have you packed your things? We're going to school."

Xing Yu nodded.

The two picked up their luggage and art supplies and walked downstairs together.

After a month of continuous rain, the sky cleared up today, signaling the arrival of winter and the imminent arrival of heavy snow. This also means that Xing Yu, who was born during the heavy snow season, will soon have his birthday.

Chu Beiling hadn't forgotten how he missed Xing Yu's birthday after seeing his ID card at last year's art festival, and how disappointed and dejected Xing Yu looked. So, since last year, he had been waiting for this December and planned to give Xing Yu an unforgettable seventeenth birthday.

He had already figured out exactly how to spend his time.

only--

Chu Beiling was a little worried that she wouldn't be able to celebrate her birthday.

According to Xigao's tradition, the Grade 11 art class will be taken out for intensive training for a period of time every November or December. Last year it was before the art festival. This year they haven't announced the specific time yet, but it should be soon, in the near future, at the latest in the middle of the month, and it won't be delayed any later.

The school still has room to maneuver, but the training base has absolutely no room to maneuver.

I heard from the previous students that they couldn't leave the base during the training period. They were under full-time 7S military-style management until the end. Apart from meals, they basically had no time for themselves, and the teachers were very strict.

In comparison, life at West High School is quite relaxed, almost like playing.

Xing Yu caught Chu Beiling, who was about to fall down the steps: "Watch where you're going, what are you thinking about?"

Chu Beiling: "I'm thinking about the training camp."

Xing Yu: "Are you worried about the training camp?"

Chu Beiling wasn't worried about the training camp; he was just worried about not being able to celebrate Xing Yu's birthday. Of course, he didn't plan to tell him, because if he did, the surprise would be ruined.

Chu Beiling countered, "Aren't you worried? It's high-intensity, 7 seconds!"

Xing Yu said, "I'm worried, but as long as I think about how we'll be participating in many more of these grueling training camps next year, it will be even tougher, then I'm not so worried."

Chu Beiling was speechless: "You really are..."

He couldn't think of any adjectives to describe the feeling for a moment.

Xing Yu: "Isn't that right?"

Chu Beiling shook his head: "You're wrong."

Xing Yu raised an eyebrow, "Something's not right!"

“This mindset is wrong.” Chu Beiling continued, “Senior year is a senior year thing, it has nothing to do with now. This training camp is tough this time, and the worries are also for this time. You can’t ignore your current feelings just because the future will be more painful. I don’t know if what I’m saying is right or wrong, but Xing Yu, you should pay attention to your own needs.”

“Yes, Xing Yu, you should pay attention to your own needs.” Chu Beiling finally grasped the reason and key point of why she had refuted Xing Yu.

Xing Yu always considers issues from other people's perspectives and values ​​their needs, thus forgetting his own feelings.

If his parents don't like his presence, then he will withdraw and stop bothering them, and comfort himself by saying that it's okay, it's already good enough. Even if his parents don't want him, at least they give him a high living allowance so that he can focus on painting without having to worry about anything else.

The students who divorced their parents and neither cared for them nor provided for them, as well as those whose parents were completely indifferent to their well-being, are much better off.

But he clearly wanted his parents to be with him, so how could he use that to shatter his expectations of happiness and reduce the degree of pain and suffering?

You can't do that.

Pain and discomfort are just that—pain and discomfort. They don't lead to any growth or make you stronger.

Xing Yu asked with some curiosity, "So, what are you planning to do about your concerns about the training camp?"

Chu Beiling met his gaze: "I want you to come out and have fun with me, to relieve stress in advance. Give me all your good food, especially in that awful place like the training camp."

"Okay." Xing Yu's eyes and brows showed a faint smile.

Chu Beiling shook her head and told him, word by word, "It's not 'good,' it should be, 'Chu Fanfan, I want to do this and that...'"

Xing Yu raised his chin at him: "Isn't it enough that you're here with me?"

"..." Chu Beiling broke into a chuckle, her ears quickly turning red, her face lowering further and further: "The way you said it makes me shy, I feel so embarrassed."

Xing Yu smiled and said, "I'm not greedy. This is enough for me."

Past experience taught him that greed would lead to nothing, even losing what he had in the present moment.

The two walked out of the apartment building together and onto flat ground. Chu Beiling gently nudged him and said, "Actually, you can be a little greedy."

Xing Yu's heart skipped a beat: "Huh? What?"

Chu Beiling chuckled, revealing his two small, white tiger teeth: "Aladdin's Lamp, Chu Fanfan, is always ready to grant your wishes. Your Highness, please feel free to state your requests, Princess Xing!"

Xing Yu pursed his lips, and after a long pause, he finally managed to say, "Don't call me Princess Xing."

Chu Beiling nodded vigorously, coaxing and cajoling him, "Okay, okay, I won't call you that."

Xing Yu: "..."

Upon arriving at school, they first went back to their dormitory to put away their luggage, then picked up their art supplies and went to the art education center to paint.

Chu Beiling placed her art supplies in front of the easel, turned to Xing Yu who was adjusting the easel, and said, "I'm going to Ruan Dao's office on the fourth floor to get the paintings from our class last week. You can start painting."

As they entered their second year of high school, their classrooms had moved from the first floor to the second floor, and their art classrooms had moved to the third floor.

Unlike before, Chu Beiling no longer needed to climb four floors; he only needed to climb one floor to reach Ruan Dao's office.

This semester, there are two color classes and one sketching class on Sunday evenings. At this time, Ruan Dao is usually in the office grading homework. Chu Beiling knocked on the door and went in.

Lin Tingdao waved his hand when he saw it was him: "I haven't finished grading the homework yet. You should go do whatever you need to do. I'll take the class myself tonight."

Chu Beiling didn't leave. He walked up to Lin Tingdao and said, "Teacher, I want to ask you something."

"Hmm, what?" Lin Tingdao looked up: "Why are you being so secretive? Have you done something bad?"

Chu Beiling reached out and took away the pile of paintings placed in front of Lin Tingdao, looking at her expectantly: "Teacher, could you tell me approximately when our training camp will be held?"

Lin Tingdao: "What do you care about the time? I'll take you there when the training camp starts. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"No, not at all," Chu Beiling said. "I really want to know, so please tell me, teacher."

"Stop acting cute." Lin Tingdao put down the red pen and raised an eyebrow: "I won't tell you the specific time unless you tell me what you want to do."

Chu Beiling gave her a suspicious look: "Is the training camp some kind of classified project? Why are you keeping it a secret?"

Lin Tingdao: "It's not exactly a secret project, but when I'll tell you depends on my mood."

Chu Beiling pouted, somewhat dissatisfied: "How can it be like this? We don't have any time to prepare."

Lin Tingdao couldn't help but laugh: "Don't worry, I will definitely notify you a day or two in advance, so you won't be caught off guard."

Chu Beiling looked at her suspiciously: "Teacher, you don't know either?"

Lin Tingdao, whose guess had been correct, smiled calmly and said, "How are you so smart?"

Chu Beiling discussed with her: "But your teachers must have a specific time, it's just that it's not certain yet and we can't tell you. Can you just tell me a rough time?"

Lin Tingdao narrowed his eyes: "I'm also curious, why are you so concerned about this? Are you going to do something bad?"

Chu Beiling: "I can't tell you for now, but it's not a bad thing. It can't be that I'm skipping the training camp."

"Class representative, you're getting more and more arrogant~ Do you really think I have no temper!" Lin Tingdao raised his hand, ready to poke someone: "Believe it or not, I'll give you a chestnut to eat."

Chu Beiling smiled and said without dodging, "I like sugar-coated food, but I don't like anything else."

"..." Lin Tingdao pointed at him impatiently: "Just don't do anything reckless. The training camp is probably next week, but the school hasn't notified us of the specific time yet."

She warned Chu Beiling, "Don't go around talking nonsense in class. If even half a word gets out, I'll be the first to come and beat you up."

Chu Beiling's focus was on: "Next week, tomorrow?"

Lin Tingdao glanced at him helplessly: "Chu Fanfan, what are you listening to? Next week, today is Sunday."

Chu Beiling breathed a sigh of relief; it was he who had been nervous.

However, once he roughly confirmed Xing Yu's birthday, he could relax and start preparing for Xing Yu's birthday celebration.

Lin Tingdao asked, "So what exactly are you planning to do? And why do you seem so relieved?"

Chu Beiling smiled without saying a word and firmly shook his head.

Lin Tingdao has always been easygoing and gets along well with her students. As long as they don't go too far, she's fine with them. At the same time, she has a way of keeping her students completely under her thumb.

The students in Class 13 both loved and respected her, and were also afraid of her; they often had a love-hate relationship with her.

She restrained her casualness and earnestly told Chu Beiling, "Whatever you do, you must bear the consequences of your choices and be responsible for yourself."

Chu Beiling nodded: "Don't worry, teacher, I know what I'm doing. I'll be going now."

"Wait a minute," Lin Tingdao called out to him, "Come back and help me correct my homework."

Chu Beiling said, "Teacher, I am a student."

“You know you’re a student! We were just talking about the inner workings of the teaching staff, and you’re not very clear on that. Sit down and help me correct the homework before you go back.” Lin Tingdao said as he stood up to make room for Chu Beiling: “You made your own mistakes, so come and atone for them.”

Chu Beiling looked up at Lin Tingdao with a suspicious expression: "Teacher Lin, are you really a teacher? Nobody is as frivolous as you."

Lin Tingdao placed a red pen in front of him: "No doubt about it, it is now, and it will be in the future. Change it, don't change the subject, it's useless."

After saying that, he turned and left.

"Hey, Teacher Lin, why did you leave?" Chu Beiling said.

Lin Tingdao: "You bunch of bastards are such a bunch of trash. I'm so angry I didn't even eat lunch. I'm starving."

Chu Beiling: "..."

After Lin Tingdao left, he was the only one left in the teachers' office.

Chu Beiling took out her phone and sent a message to Xing Yu: [I've been detained and forced to grade your homework.]

Xing Yu: [Did you pluck hairs from her head again?]

Chu Beiling wasn't telling the truth; she blurted out, "[I tricked her a little.]"

Xing Yu: [Lighting a candle/.jpg]

Even with just one emoji, Chu Beiling could picture Xing Yu on the other side of the screen, a knowing smile playing on his lips, ready to munch on some melon seeds as he watched the show unfold.

Chu Beiling thought to himself, "Who was he doing this for, getting his homework re-corrected after he used his 'soft knife' trick?! Heartless bastard."

He replied: [Xing Yu's irritability/.jpg][Xing Yu's violent outburst/.jpg][Breaking off relations with Xing Yu/.jpg]

Hundreds of emojis were sent to Xing Yu in a row.

Despite being bombarded with images, Xing Yu remained calm and leisurely scrolled to the top to save the updated pictures again.

These cute emojis were all drawn by Chu Beiling herself, and Xing Yu was happy to update his emoji library.

Lin Tingdao, who had just left the art building but forgot her wallet, turned back and sneered, "Class representative, you're getting more and more arrogant. Are you afraid I won't confiscate your phone?"

Caught red-handed, Chu Beiling awkwardly put away her phone and immediately admitted her mistake: "Teacher Lin, I promise I won't do it again."

Lin Tingdao held up one finger: "Just once."

Chu Beiling nodded vigorously: "Thank you, Teacher Lin."

"Pretend to be innocent." Lin Tingdao scrutinized him for a moment: "And have you been in a relationship since early childhood?"

"Huh???" Chu Beiling looked puzzled.

Lin Tingdao looked straight at him: "Stop pretending, tell the truth."

"No, I was chatting with Xing Yu." Chu Beiling was about to take out his phone to show Lin Tingdao that he had just been chatting with Xing Yu, not some girl.

But thinking about his conversation with Xing Yu, Chu Beiling sheepishly put his phone away. He didn't want to die again: "I can't show you Teacher Lin's chat history."

“Xing Yu, ah~” Lin Tingdao gave him a meaningful look.

Chu Beiling's heart skipped a beat, as if gently stroked by a soft feather. A tingling sensation permeated her entire body, making her hair stand on end. Lin Tingdao's gaze was incredibly intimidating, but she couldn't directly show her the chat history.

Chu Beiling explained, her face pale, "It really is him."

Lin Tingdao's expression became even more subtle, and after a moment—

She said seriously and earnestly, "You are at an age where you are ignorant and know nothing. Some things and some paths should be taken when you are old enough to take responsibility. Otherwise, you may not get good results. So if you have any ideas now, just suppress them. It won't make a difference if you wait a year or two. Do you understand?"

Chu Beiling was even more frustrated, so she took out her phone to show Lin Tingdao the chat history. Lin Tingdao waved his hand and said, "I believe you chatted with Xing Yu, but you should also remember what I just said, understand?"

Chu Beiling was completely confused: "Teacher, I don't understand what you're saying?"

Lin Tingdao glanced at him helplessly: "If you don't understand, you don't understand. But you still need to remember what I just said."

Chu Beiling's hand holding the pen twitched slightly: "I understand, teacher."

Lin Tingdao nodded, but after taking two steps outside, she turned back, startling Chu Beiling.

Lin Tingdao glanced at him and instructed, "Come find me if you encounter any problems."

Chu Beiling: "Huh??"

"No, just do as I say," Lin Tingdao said. "Of course, I hope you continue like this."