World Three

After having dinner at the night market, the two continued to stroll around the market for a while.

Yu Chengxu looked a little tired after finishing the meal. Compared to the rich second generation who seemed to have spare money and didn't mind helping the poor at the beginning, he now looked more like a rich second generation who was thinking "what is there to see in such a small place", so no one greeted them anymore.

After Yu Chengwei yawned for the fourth time, He Xing finally put down those so-called "artworks" and mentally asked Maoqiu to help him check if there were any hotels nearby.

He wasn't particularly interested in these "artworks" and was simply strolling around to help digest his food. But considering Yu Chengwei's current state, it seemed unlikely he'd be able to continue strolling to digest his food. It would be better for him to find a hotel as soon as possible.

Otherwise, he might have to find a hotel without Yu Chengxu's knowledge.

"There's one closest to me!" Maoqiu replied to He Xing after searching, "But this hotel... has a problem."

[Is this a shady place?] He Xing exerted force and forcibly pulled Yu Chengwei, who was about to fall, up again.

"...What's wrong?" Yu Chengwei shuddered, and after feeling the warmth on his arm, he subconsciously straightened his back. "Did I fall asleep just now?!"

- No, but it’s almost there.

"You almost fell asleep here." He Xing didn't let go, but instead grabbed Yu Chengxu's arm and answered his question, "Are you very sleepy now?"

[It's not a scam, and the equipment is quite complete.] Maoqiu was also startled by Yu Chengxu's carp-like somersault. After realizing what was happening, he immediately said, "Ah, whatever, host, let's go! I'll find the route for you."

"...I'm not sleepy, am I?" Yu Chengwei subconsciously wiped his mouth. After realizing what he had done in front of He Xing, he silently put down the hand that had just been wiping his mouth. "It's okay, don't worry about me. If you want to buy anything, just..."

Although no saliva came out, he really wanted to die now.

"I don't have anything to buy." He Xing interrupted him, "Let's go and find a hotel nearby."

"Oh oh..." Yu Chengxu followed him forward.

He Xing's sprained foot should have healed by now, and he was walking at the same pace as before. But maybe it was because we held hands too many times before, but even though He Xing's leg was healed, he was still holding my hand and walking forward.

Yu Chengwei was not stupid enough to remind He Xing at this time.

He tried very hard to muster up his strength to keep up with the other person's pace and then keep parallel with He Xing.

Perhaps the question that had plagued him for years, 'Does my opinion matter that much to my parents?', had finally been answered. Or perhaps it was because He Xing's attitude towards him had changed from letting him go to promising him that he would wait for him. The tension in his heart gradually relaxed, which was why he suddenly felt sleepy.

There is no need to doubt your parents' love for you anymore.

There is no need to worry about He Xing abandoning her at any time.

…

Yu Chengwei suddenly remembered that many years ago, the school held a sports meeting, and he was persuaded by the class monitor and the sports committee member to sign up for the relay race and the 5,000-meter race.

The relay race was followed by the 5,000-meter race, but everyone had confidence in his ability.

Yu Chengwei didn't really want to sign up, as if he didn't like his parents forcing him to suppress his instinct to go out and play, to face all that homework and playing instruments he didn't even like. But the gym committee member and the class monitor were so sincere that Yu Chengwei had no choice but to agree.

However, when I met He Xing in the cafeteria, he rejected the sports committee member next to him very decisively.

I don't want to sign up for the project.

Why not?

Because I don’t want to, there’s no reason.

"I'll sign you up for one! Just one!" The sophomore sports committee member, holding a plate in his hand, was still trying to persuade He Xing, "How about long jump? That's easy."

"Even if you sign me up, I won't go." He Xing was still very straightforward, "It's not a question of whether it's easy or not, I just don't want to go."

"Can you bear to see us sophomores get fewer awards than freshmen?" The sports committee member said this while pointing to Yu Chengwei next to him. "Look at him! That Yu Yu, you should have signed up for an event, right?"

Yu Chengwei, who was suddenly called, nodded after realizing what was happening: "I've reported it."

Although not voluntary.

He Xing also followed his class's sports committee member and glanced at the members of his PB club. Then he looked at the sports committee member and answered ruthlessly: "I am particularly cruel."

The physical education committee member in He Xing's class probably failed to convince him, because in the end He Xing stood at the drinking fountain with the school beauty.

The school took the sports meet very seriously, even moving two drinking fountains to the outermost edge of the playground, with several buckets of water placed next to them. The school leaders called this place the drinking fountain.

He Xing and the school beauty stood next to the water dispenser, and from time to time they would say "come on" to the students who came to get water. In addition, the water at the drinking fountain was provided free of charge, so many participants or just spectators asked for a glass of water.

Yu Chengwei had just finished the relay race and was asking for water with a towel around his neck.

He Xing looked down at his feet and asked, "Aren't you going to rest?"

Yu Chengwei subconsciously glanced at the school beauty next to him and was stunned: "...What did you say?"

"If you sprain your ankle, go and rest." He Xing handed him a glass of water, lowering his voice, "Or do you have other projects next?"

"There's still five kilometers to go." Yu Chengwei tightened his grip on the cup.

He thought no one noticed, but in fact someone did. And it was He Xing, the president of his PB Club, who was always quick to reject others.

"Don't run away," He Xing said to Cheng Wei, "go to the school clinic first."

Yu Chengwei was about to say something to him when the sports committee member came over and said, "Xiao Yu, the 5,000-meter race is about to begin."

Yu Chengwei could only follow the sports committee member to prepare for the next race. When preparing at the starting line, he subconsciously looked in the direction of He Xingzai, and found that the other party was no longer there.

He looked away in disappointment, and then rushed out the moment the gunshot rang out.

Even with a sprain, Yu Chengwei managed to maintain his third place.

But just as he was about to cross the finish line, when Yu Chengwei was about to speed up, his feet, which were already almost unable to support him, caused him to fall down when he reached the finish line.

Just a little bit more.

It's just a little bit off.

Yu Chengwei fell to the ground and felt a warm feeling running down his forehead. He was probably scratched by the broken pieces of the plastic playground when he fell, but he didn't want to move - he suddenly felt very scared.

He didn't want to face other people's disappointed eyes at all, even if bearing other people's expectations was not what he wanted to do in the first place.

——Until someone forcibly pulled him up.

"It's okay, he probably just fainted." It was He Xing's voice. He had no intention of opening Yu Chengwei's eyelids when he said this, and he had already put Yu Chengwei's arm on his shoulder.

Yu Chengwei still had his eyes closed.

"I noticed he had sprained his foot earlier," He Xing continued, his voice close to him, "I wanted him to go to the school clinic, but their class's sports committee member came over."

'It's not your problem, and you don't know the situation.'

"I'll take him to the infirmary first, you guys can continue with the game."

That voice was so reassuring. It didn't say anything like, "He actually fell down at a time like this," nor did it ask stupid questions like, "Are you okay?" Yu Chengxu felt as if his consciousness had also fallen into chaos.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the white ceiling.

He Xing was sitting next to him, listening to the school doctor talk about the precautions.

Why do you suddenly think of these things?

Is he feeling the same sense of security from He Xing now?

Yu Chengwei listened to He Xing talking about the "identity card" and before his brain could react, he had already taken out his own ID card and handed it to him.

He Xing handed both of their ID cards to the front desk.

"I'm sorry, we only have one suite left in our hotel," the receptionist said to He Xing, "If you two don't mind..."

He Xing turned to look at Yu Chengwei, who seemed to be on the verge of losing consciousness. But when their eyes met, Yu Chengwei subconsciously smiled at him.

Forget it, it’s just a suite.

"That's fine." He Xing took out his bank card. "We'll stay for a day."

"Okay." The receptionist quickly processed the business and handed several cards to He Xing. "The elevator is on your right. The room is on the third floor, room number 372. I wish you two a pleasant stay."

"Thank you." He Xing said to her.

Yu Chengwei looked like he was about to fall, and every step seemed to be floating, but he still managed to float into the room with He Xing.

He Xing closed the door and inserted the room card.

The lights in the room immediately came on and the curtains were automatically drawn.

Yu Chengwei walked in, then looked at the big bed, opened his arms and fell down.

He Xing went to the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, and then brushed his teeth with the toiletries he brought with him. He was not used to using hotel supplies.

On the other side, Yu Chengwei was rolling around on the bed with two pillows in his arms.

When the phone vibrated for the third time, he finally remembered something and picked up the phone - it was a message from Yu Sheng.

: Where are the people? Why don’t you continue talking?

: You are a traitor!

Yu Chengwei immediately stopped rolling around, then held up his phone and replied: No! I did this for a reason.

: Tell me, what’s the reason?

Yu Chengxu rolled around again with the pillow in his arms, and couldn't help smiling while typing: He Xing and I are in the hotel now.

:?

: Could it be that you two are...

No!

What are you thinking about!

...Although he really wanted to, it still depended on whether He Xingle was willing.

Yu Chengxu looked up in the direction of the bathroom. He originally wanted to see if He Xing had come out of the bathroom, but when he looked up, he saw He Xing.

At this moment, He Xing was looking at him with an expression that was between disgust and speechlessness.

Yu Chengwei looked at the phone he was holding, then looked up at He Xing and explained in panic, "It's my cousin!"

He Xing ignored his panic-sounding explanation and pointed to the bathroom: "Do you want to go wash up?"

"Yeah." Yu Chengxu got up from the bed and handed the phone to He Xing as he passed him. "Can you call her back for me?"

"I..." He Xing frowned and subconsciously wanted to refuse.

Regarding the argument between Yu Chengxu and him about the phone, it was impossible to say that he didn't have any resentment in his heart... But how should he respond on behalf of Yu Chengxu? And in what capacity should he respond on behalf of Yu Chengxu?

He was trying to take a step slowly with the help of the fur ball. But was this step too big?

"I'll be done with washing up soon." Yu Chengwei turned and walked into the bathroom. After a while, he poked his head out again. "By the way, can I use your toothbrush?"

He Xing, who was still holding the phone, glanced at him and said, "You can use it."

"Okay," Yu Chengwei walked into the bathroom, "Thank you."

[Host, let's go back!] Maoqiu was still trying to persuade He Xing, [We'll lose the fight, not the battle! We should at least show our fighting spirit!]

He Xing walked to the bed and sat down.

He hadn't touched the screen for so long that it went black.

He Xing subconsciously pressed his index finger on the fingerprint lock, and the screen lit up again.

He Xing looked at the lit screen but didn't move.

Of course he knew what Yu Chengxu's behavior meant, but precisely because he knew it clearly, he didn't know what to do.

He knew how to resolve arguments, how to deal with other people's criticism of the most important choices he made along the way, but he didn't know how to deal with this situation.

[You can do it, host!] Maoqiu was still beside him, encouraging He Xing with completely useless words, [It's just a reply, who's afraid of who!]

He Xing calmed down and said: "Forget it, just reply! What's there to be afraid of?"

Then he looked at the conversation between Yu Chengxu and Yu Sheng on the screen without moving.

[What's wrong...?] Maoqiu also looked at him, [Don't you know what to do? Let me help you--]

After reading the above conversations, Maoqiu, as a higher life form, paused: Well... this kind of conversation requires you, another party involved, to help reply, which seems a bit wrong, right?

Maoqiu laughed dryly, but seeing that the transformation had already reached 86%, he still tried very hard to make amends for Yu Chengwei: [Um... Does this also indirectly prove that this wasn't intentional?]

He Xing gave up thinking about whether Yu Chengxu did it intentionally or not, and just sent a voice message: "Hello."

The prompt box above popped up with the words 'The other party is typing', then 'The other party is typing', and then 'The other party is typing' again.

Maybe the other party is just like him and doesn't know what to reply.

He Xing couldn't bear it any longer and sent another voice message: "He's washing up in the bathroom now."

The other party sent a question mark, and after a while sent an exclamation mark, and then: Sorry, did I disturb you?

What did he say just now that had anything to do with 'disturbance'? He Xing looked at Maoqiu with a puzzled look.

Maoqiu silently flipped through the chat history and then moved a little further away from the host.

Combining this with the previous conversation between Yu Chengwei and Yu Sheng, He Xing finally realized how wrong his two voice sentences sounded.

－－He was silent.

On the other side, Yu Chengwei, who almost brushed his teeth until they bled in the bathroom, rinsed his mouth and splashed water on his face when he suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.

Question: Can He Xing see some of the conversations between him and Yu Sheng?

Answer: No.

Another question: Then why did he ask He Xing to reply to his message?

Answer again: Because he only wanted to resolve the previous knot, and did not think about the fact that his previous conversation with Yu Sheng was about He Xing... There was even the idea that Yu Sheng gave him at the top.

What are your ideas? How to get your ex-boyfriend back?

Yu Chengwei stared at himself in the mirror and closed his eyes silently: Yu Chengwei, Yu Chengwei, what the hell are you thinking about!

How many times has your brain short-circuited today!