Chapter 3

Rays of golden light shone through the loose curtains onto the ground. Yan Yuheng rubbed his eyes and shook the person in his arms, "Xiao Sen, get up. It's a sunny day today." When Yan Yuheng was a child, he only loved to watch the weather forecast. Every time after watching it, he would act out a scene with Mo Yousen to satisfy his desire. From then on, no matter where Mo Yousen was, he would see Yan Yuheng's message reporting the weather there as soon as he got up.

Mo Yousen half-opened his eyes, frowned, and sat up straight on the bed with difficulty.

Yan Yuheng had already stood up and started to get dressed. "You are truly Mr. Weather." Mo Yousen said as he walked to the cloakroom in his flip-flops, dressed himself and started to wash up. Yan Yuheng had already finished packing and went downstairs.

When Mo Yousen walked downstairs, Yan Yuheng was still busy packing their backpacks, putting things in and zipping them up.

After breakfast, Uncle Wang was already waiting at the door to take them to school. Mo Yousen didn't sleep well last night, so he slept for a while in the car.

Yan Yuheng raised the partition inside the car, isolating the connection between the front and back seats, quietly reached out, and pinched Mo Yousen's face with his index and middle fingers. Satisfied that the prank was successful, he leaned back in the car seat, picked up his phone and took a picture of Mo Yousen. Feeling unsatisfied, he started taking selfies again, using Mo Yousen as his background and taking many pictures in a row.

Arriving at the school gate, Uncle Wang opened the back door, and Yan Yuheng stepped out first, his long legs swaying beside the car, waiting for the occupants. Mo Yousen heard the door open and stepped out of the car with half-closed eyes. "Were you stealing last night? Why are you so sleepy?"

Yan Yuheng picked up Mo Yousen's schoolbag and slung it over his shoulder, half-pushing, half-pulling him into the classroom. Mo Yousen fell asleep as soon as he sat down. Yan Yuheng shook his head and sighed, then handed the schoolbag to his deskmate, Ji Fei. He then felt around in his pants pocket, pulled out Mo Yousen's phone, and handed it to Ji Fei as well. After doing all this, he turned around and went back to his classroom.

After the two classes in the morning, Mo Yousen slowly woke up. Seeing this, Ji Fei quickly handed him his phone and said, "Thanks, Brother Feiji."

Ji Fei looked at him in confusion, "Brother Feiji? What does that mean?" Mo Yousen found his expression very interesting and patted him on the shoulder, "Your name is Ji Fei, isn't that Brother Feiji?" Ji Fei nodded thoughtfully and continued to study the new question while biting the tip of his pen.

When Mo Yousen opened his phone, he saw that everyone in the group chat was tagging him. He didn't bother to respond, so he clicked on Yan Yuheng's private message. Yan Yuheng had sent him a voice message, "Xiao Sen, are you awake? There are two bags of potato chips in my schoolbag. I put them in for you this morning. We're going out for lunch at noon. If you're hungry, have some potato chips first."

Mo Yousen didn't reply. Instead, he went to his schoolbag and picked up some potato chips, crunching them while watching the variety show. His hands were sticky after eating, and he rubbed his fingers in disgust as he wanted to go to the bathroom to wash his hands. He just stood up and fell down with a thud. Ji Fei quickly threw away his pen and patted Mo Yousen on the shoulder, "Mo Yousen, are you okay? Hello?"

Ji Fei called Mo Yousen for a long time but there was no response. Only the laughter of the host and guests came from his phone in response to him. He quickly picked up Mo Yousen's phone, turned off the variety show, found the group chat of "Ningcheng Top F4", and sent a message in it.

Mo Yousen: [I am Ji Fei, Mo Yousen’s deskmate. Mo Yousen fainted in the classroom.]

Zhang Qianyi: [A new scam?]

Jiang Ting: [Did you faint from sleep?]

Zhang Qianyi: [Hahahahahahaha]

Yan Yuheng: [I'll go over and take a look]

Mo Yousen: [Picture]

Ji Fei felt that they didn't believe him, so he took a photo of Mo Yousen lying on the ground.

Jiang Ting: [Your posing is very skillful and elegant.]

Zhang Qianyi: [Like a prince sleeping in a medieval castle]

Mo Yousen: [...Are you really his friends?]

Zhang Qianyi: [Guaranteed genuine]

Jiang Ting: [Didn’t Yan Yuheng go there?]

When Yan Yuheng arrived sweating profusely, there was no one in Mo Yousen's class, only Ji Fei was standing beside him. All the classmates in the class were taking equestrian lessons and everyone went to the stables. Ji Fei stayed in the classroom because of the Mathematical Olympiad.

Yan Yuheng half-knelt and let Ji Fei put Mo Yousen on his back, "Please put his cell phone in my pocket, thank you." Ji Fei looked at Yan Yuheng who was coming and going in a hurry and thought to himself, it is really a blessing to have such a good friend.

Yan Yuheng sent Mo Yousen to the infirmary, took out his cell phone and briefly explained the situation to Zhang Qianyi, asking them to bring back two meals after lunch.

"Nothing serious, he just fainted from a fever." The school doctor examined Mo Yousen and gave him an IV. Mo Yousen suddenly opened his eyes, staring at him with his big, round eyes. "Yan Yuheng, I want to eat fried chicken." The corners of Yan Yuheng's mouth twitched. The school doctor patted Yan Yuheng on the shoulder and said, "Let him eat something light for the next two days. He can eat fried chicken only when he's fully recovered."

"Okay, I got it." Yan Yuheng nodded and called Zhang Qianyi, asking him to bring back some porridge and not greasy food.

Mo Yousen was speechless. He didn't faint from the fever at all. He fainted when he stood up too quickly. In fact, he woke up when Yan Yuheng was carrying him on his back, but he didn't want to move so he just continued to pretend to be faint.

Mo Yousen had no choice but to hold up his phone in one hand and start watching the variety show while hanging saline solution in the other. When his hand got tired and he shook it to stretch it out and was about to pick up the phone again, Yan Yuheng took his phone and held it in front of his eyes.

When Zhang Qianyi and Jiang Ting came in, they saw this scene. Yan Yuheng was holding the phone for Mo Yousen. Mo Yousen was lying on the bed with one hand hooked to water and the other hand against the back of his head. His left leg was swinging on his right leg like a swing, and he was grinning and giggling.

Zhang Qianyi handed the rice and porridge to Yan Yuheng, touched Yan Yuheng's colorful dreadlocks, which were a bit prickly, and teased Mo Yousen, "You are not sick at all, you are here to act like a master in the infirmary."

Jiang Ting gave Zhang Qianyi a thumbs-up in agreement. "I've called Aunt Sanshui. Uncle Mo is out on a business trip. Uncle Wang will be here to take you home soon. I'm leaving now. You take good care of Yan Yuheng. The college entrance exam is coming up in a few months. I need at least 700 points to get into Peking University."

Zhang Qianyi looked at Jiang Ting, his eyes filled with inexplicable emotions. He shook his head, suppressed his emotions, and said with a smile, "Jiang Ting has hired a tutor for the male guest she's attracted to. She practices exercises every night. She's really driven to tears and moved." Yan Yuheng glanced at Zhang Qianyi and waved his hand for them to leave. Yan Yuheng took the porridge, blew on it, and fed it to Mo Yousen mouthful by mouthful.

After Mo Yousen finished hanging the IV, Yan Yuheng pinched the needle hole on his hand to stop the bleeding and walked him to the door. Uncle Wang took Mo Yousen's hand and slowly helped him into the car. "No, what did you do to me? It seems like I can't walk. Brother Heng, you go first. I'll talk to you when we get home."

Yan Yuheng curled his lips and handed Mo Yousen's phone to him. The moment their fingertips touched, the heat from Yan Yuheng's hand was transferred to his heart through his fingertips, and Mo Yousen felt his heart beating very fast.

"Don't turn on the air conditioner when you sleep at night. You must have caught a cold last night. Do you understand?" Mo Yousen blushed, and he quickly said "I understand" and quickly closed the car door and went home.

"Zizi, why do you suddenly have a fever? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Before Mo Yousen even walked through the gate, Tang Miao ran over from the yard to pick him up. Uncle Wang took out his schoolbag and said, "Xiao Yan said Xiaosen turned on the air conditioner when he went to bed last night. I guess he's cold."

Tang Miao frowned, "Did you turn it up to 18 degrees again? Mom always tells you not to turn it up so cold."

Mo Yousen was overwhelmed. "It's okay, it's okay. It's okay. I'm going back to my room to sleep."

After returning to his room, Mo Yousen crossed his legs, listened to music and read comic books with headphones on. When he heard the line "Holding your hand, walk all the way to the end", his imagination ran wild. Suddenly, Yan Yuheng's face popped up in his mind, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, this is so scary, why am I thinking of him!!" Mo Yousen's heartbeat accelerated and his body temperature rose when he thought of Yan Yuheng. He even fantasized about growing old with him because of a line of lyrics. The highlight kiss scene between the male and female protagonists in the comics actually brought Yan Yuheng's face to his mind.

Mo Yousen was yelling in the room. Tang Miao came to bring Mo Yousen milk and just heard it and walked into the room quickly. "What's wrong, baby? What happened?" Mo Yousen raised his head from between his knees with a red face. "It's okay, Mom."

Tang Miao walked into the room, sat on the bed, and handed the milk to Mo Yousen. She watched him drink it, "Mom, do you think it's possible for a man to fall in love with another man? I just saw a video of two men kissing!"

After hearing this, Tang Miao smiled, touched his head and said, "Zizi, love knows no gender. As long as you feel that this person is worthy and you won't regret it in the future, that's all that matters. If Zizi falls in love with a boy in the future, Mom won't mind."

Mo Yousen handed the cup to Tang Miao, "Thank you, Mom. I love you the most." Mo Yousen hugged Tang Miao, and Tang Miao rubbed Mo Yousen's face.

When Mo Yousen was still in the twilight of his feelings, he was sure that he liked Yan Yuheng and he wanted to be with Yan Yuheng forever.