Chapter 28 [VIP]

Wen Zhiyu shook hands with him and nodded subtly.

Han Shu then let go, picked up the small shovel, and tapped the bucket. "Teacher Wen, may I now offer my opinion on your sowing method?"

Wen Zhiyu handed her a glove. "Mm."

Han Shu smiled and said, "Then you'll follow my orders?"

Wen Zhiyu took the other one and said, "Mm."

Han Shu almost said in an exaggerated tone, like a kindergarten teacher, "So well-behaved."

The two worked together to turn over the soil to remove the rotten roots, then raked it again after sowing the seeds, and finally watered it thoroughly with a hose. The job was done.

Wen Zhiyu rinsed his tools and asked, "Do you often grow flowers and plants?"

Han Shu took off his gloves and sat down on the steps in front of the door. "I've only ever kept a few potted plants, so I don't think that counts."

Wen Zhiyu paused in his movements, and the spray nozzle veered off course, shimmering in the last rays of the setting sun.

Han Shu smiled, resting his chin on his hand. "What, do you think I'm very experienced?"

"Um."

"I learned it from watching videos, and today is my first time putting it into practice."

Wen Zhiyu raised an eyebrow, understanding.

Han Shu rolled his eyes. "I'll plant flowers for you for free, isn't that generous enough?"

"I've taken the money."

"No," Han Shu thought to himself, feeling bored. "But I have another request."

After rinsing off the mud and sand, Wen Zhiyu placed the tools on the shelf to drain. "What?"

"I'd like to borrow your computer for a bit to edit some photos."

Wen Zhiyu narrowed his eyes. "I have two computers at home. The desktop is upstairs, and the laptop has a lot of unpublished drafts on it. Which one do you want to borrow?"

Han Shu scratched the large mosquito bite on the back of his hand. "As a good guest, of course I'll follow the rules and not go to the second floor. Is the laptop okay? If you're worried, you can supervise me from the side, okay?"

How about it?

When Wen Zhiyu handed the notebook to Han Shu, his heart trembled. This was an extension of his thoughts, his brain, and even his ten fingers, as fragile as his nerve endings.

Han Shu flipped open the screen, pressed the spacebar, downloaded Photoshop with a few clicks, and then plugged in the card reader with a bang.

Wen Zhiyu nearly crushed his knuckles.

Han Shu glanced at him and said, "I don't look at your documents, don't be nervous."

Wen Zhiyu's Adam's apple bobbed. "Hurry up and get it done."

"Okay." She quickly found the folder named 100canon, swiped down the touchpad with two fingers, randomly selected a photo to zoom in on, and said, "Look, didn't I take a good picture of you?"

Wen Zhiyu rarely takes photos, so he became curious and moved from the single sofa on the side to behind Han Shu.

The telephoto lens captured every detail.

Because of the core tightening and the abdominal muscles that are more clearly defined than the coastline, the arms, shoulders and neck with smooth muscle lines slightly spread, the eyes looking straight ahead with extreme focus, and even the water droplets hanging from the angular jaw.

Han Shu showered the photos with compliments while flipping through the pages, saying, "Look, they're all handsome pictures, it's giving me decision paralysis. Why don't you pick one, and I'll edit it for you—"

A bright red swim trunk and two abs near the waistband filled the screen.

Han Shu: !!!

OMG! What is this?!

She started frantically clicking the right mouse button, at a rate comparable to a massage gun, trying to wash away a close-up that was too unbearable to look at with a normal photo.

However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape the grasp of the red swimming trunks.

Han Shu broke down, shoving the laptop into Wen Zhiyu's arms behind him, then covering his eyes with his hands and pressing his forehead against the coffee table, yelling, "You...you...delete the photos right now!!!"

"..." Wen Zhiyu was speechless and then laughed. "Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Han Shu didn't dare to look up, his anger bordering on impotence, "I didn't take these pictures!!!"

Even someone as indifferent to others' opinions, like Wen Zhiyu, couldn't help but feel embarrassed looking at dozens of photos taken from this angle. He coldly replied, "The camera has always been in your hands."

"I really didn't take that picture!" Han Shu was speechless and almost burst into tears. "Is it possible that it was an accident?"

Wen Zhiyu deftly selected and deleted all, then switched the screen, "Let's assume it was an accidental touch, what about this one?"

Han Shu slowly raised her head, cautiously peeking out with one eye through her fingers. Upon seeing clearly, she immediately turned pale and stammered guiltily, "No, no, it's not that! It's just... it's just..."

From above, Wen Zhiyu's perspective was extremely skewed, and the sight of those bright red, green, and white flesh was so jarring it hurt his eyes.

It's unbearable to look at, absolutely unbearable to look at.

"What is it?" His tone, suppressed with anger, was no longer calm as usual, and his forced, heavily enunciated words gave the impression of an impending storm.

If it weren't for the preceding explicit photos, this could easily be explained as a prank or joke. But now, it's naturally categorized as a lewd and surreptitious photograph, and any explanation would only make matters worse.

"I really didn't mean any harm, you have to believe me!"

Han Shu tried her best to open her eyes wide, expressing innocence with her clear gaze, but Wen Zhiyu avoided looking at her. In desperation, she grabbed his arm, but he quickly dodged away.

The launched shell hurtled straight for the man's thigh with irreversible speed. At the same time, an unfamiliar sensation on his side triggered Zhiyu's alarm, and he immediately stood up.

"You believe it—ah!!!"

Han Shu's vision went black and his nose stung; tears streamed down his face.

The reaction caused Wen Zhiyu to slump back onto the sofa, clutching his head. Just as he was about to ask her to move away, he saw something, and then a stream of blood gushed from his nose, running down his chin, with drops about to fall.

Directly below is his notebook.

At the critical moment, Wen Zhiyu stretched out his hands as if begging. A drop of blood fell squarely into his palm.

He lowered his gaze blankly, exclaiming, "!!!"

nosebleed!

I'm having a nosebleed!

I need to go to the restroom first!

She had been waiting for this moment, and just as she was about to squat down and victory seemed within reach, a sharp pain shot through her head, and blood gushed from her nose.

Wen Zhiyu, with one hand still on Han Shu's chin, groaned in pain. Suddenly, he felt something slide across his face, so he raised his hand to touch it.

It's also blood.

He quickly grabbed his chin as well, "Let's go, to the bathroom!"

Han Shu looked up and saw that Wen Zhiyu also had two tubes of blood on his nose.

Han Shu: ...

Is that right?!

She was attacked by his iron head technique, and he was attacked by her iron head technique in return.

This script can't be acted like this!

But now is not the time to hold people accountable; the immediate priority is to stop the bleeding.

The two helped each other up and squeezed into the bathroom side by side like conjoined twins. The motion sensor light on the vanity mirror immediately turned on.

Han Shu only glanced at it before bursting out laughing.

Wen Zhiyu, his hands still gripping the two men's chins, dared not move, his palms bleeding. "Quick, get some paper!"

Where? Where?

"It should be in the cabinet on the right!"

Han Shu's chin almost touched his palm as he leaned forward and opened the bag. "There are only garbage bags!"

"What about the left side?"

"Empty!"

"Next, next, the cabinet under the sink!"

"..."

After a chaotic scene, Han Shu had one nostril stuffed with toilet paper, and Wen Zhiyu had both nostrils stuffed with toilet paper. They were each clinging to one side of the sofa armrest, with an ice pack pressed against their noses.

Three minutes later.

Han Shu touched his nose. "Has the bleeding stopped?"

Wen Zhiyu said, "Let it stay on for a while longer."

"oh."

Five minutes later.

Han Shu scratched his cheek. "It's so cold, and a little itchy too."

Wen Zhiyu turned his eyes sideways without moving his head and said, "Don't move, wait a moment."

"oh."

Two more minutes passed.

"Wenzhiyu".

"It'll be quick, don't rush."

Han Shu glanced at him sideways, her lips twitching uncontrollably. "Don't you think this is hilarious?"

Wen Zhiyu: "..."

Hahahahahahahaha!

"...Don't laugh, or you'll bleed again."

"Henhenhenhenhen!" (Shut up and laugh hysterically)

"..."

When Han Shu officially started retouching the photos, Wen Zhiyu had lost the strength to supervise and the will to question her. In the end, he didn't even bother to look at the finished product and just picked up his computer and left.

On the fourth day of the official long-term rental, which was also the day after the nosebleed, Han Shu officially passed the interview and became a photography volunteer for Jie Lang, enjoying benefits such as free room and board, a 20% discount on one-on-one surfing lessons, and free use of surfboards.

After finishing class in the morning and taking three sets of photos of the students, it was already noon. Han Shu then dragged Wen Zhiyu to eat Hou'an rice noodles.

I thought the pampered rich man wouldn't be used to the roadside stall, and I was prepared to pack the food to eat back at the club. But to my surprise, he took out two tissues to wipe the chair and table, and after sitting down, he even naturally broke apart the disposable chopsticks and rubbed them together to remove the splinters.

"Wow, you're very experienced, Teacher Wen. I thought you were one of those rich kids who only ate at Michelin-starred restaurants!"

Wen Zhiyu glanced at her and said, "I'm not a rich kid."

Hou'an rice noodles may look light, but they have a fresh and delicious flavor. The noodles soak up the seafood broth and melt in your mouth.

Han Shu took a big gulp and mumbled, "If you're not a rich young master, then I'm a beggar, right?"

Wen Zhiyu said calmly, "Having a home means you're not a beggar."

Han Shu's hand trembled and he missed, then he tapped the rim of his bowl with his chopsticks as if to cover it up. "Alright then, I'm just an ordinary servant, and you're the princess living in the castle."

Wen Zhiyu glanced at her, then chuckled softly, "I'm just an inconspicuous silly boy living in the orphanage."

Upon hearing this, Han Shu slammed her hand on the table, her face full of disapproval. Just as Wen Zhiyu thought she was going to say that she wasn't stupid at all, she took a deep breath and said with a strong voice, "How could you be unremarkable? You must be the most handsome silly boy in the orphanage."

“…” Wen Zhiyu managed to say with difficulty, “Thank you.”

While eating, Han Shu subtly observed his expression. Seeing that the thick fog between his brows dissipated after a joke, he naturally asked, "How long did you stay at the orphanage?"

"I entered at the age of four, and after passing the high school entrance exam, I came out to live on campus."

"Boss lady, two bowls of Hou'an rice noodles, please!"

"Okay, please have a seat."

After the two customers sat down, the proprietress quickly cleared away the bowls and chopsticks from the previous table and returned to the stove to start cooking the noodles and seasonings. Her voice was loud and clear, and her movements were quick and skillful. Her dark skin, tanned from long hours in the sun, was slightly reddish.

Wen Zhiyu wiped his mouth, his gaze lingering on her for a long time. "Before I went to university in Nancheng, I often ate noodles at roadside stalls late at night. The proprietress there was just as capable and dashing. When she saw me carrying a bag with the orphanage's logo, she didn't ask anything, but she always secretly added an extra egg for me... More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye."

ten years.

He was somewhat dazed.

The chopsticks resting on the edge of the bowl moved slightly, the handles brushing against the back of Wen Zhiyu's hand. Only then did Wen Zhiyu snap out of his daze and look down.

There was still more than half a bowl of noodles left, and a bright red shrimp was on top.

"No eggs? Make do." Han Shu stopped eating, blinked, and said, "Eat up, our little prince from the L Orphanage. It's my treat today."