"Chu Zhang is going to pick you up and take you home?" Zhou Peiyu was overjoyed to hear Wan Qiu's words, her voice trembling with delight, "Is he already waiting at the school gate?"
Wan Qiu took out his phone from his pocket and saw a message on it saying that Chu Zhang was already on his way and told Wan Qiu not to worry.
Suddenly, Zhou Peiyu looked behind Wan Qiu, and Wan Qiu was suddenly hit on the head by a book.
It didn't hurt, it just stunned Wanqiu.
"Taking out your phone so openly at school, do you not want it anymore?"
The homeroom teacher's stern voice suddenly rang out from behind Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu and Zhou Peiyu froze instantly, because they were so excited that they forgot they were still at school.
Wan Qiu held her phone in her hand, turned to look at her homeroom teacher, her mind already blank.
Cell phones are not allowed in high school buildings, and the homeroom teacher has already confiscated the phones of several students who were secretly using them during class.
The homeroom teacher tapped Wan Qiu on the head once again with the English textbook in his hand.
"You heard me and you'd better put your phone away right now? Do you really expect me to take it away from you?"
Wan Qiu immediately put his phone in his pocket.
Only then did I realize what was happening, my heart started racing, and I gradually became nervous and at a loss.
"Wow, teacher, you're so kind, aren't you going to stop accepting the money?" Zhou Peiyu couldn't help but want to praise the homeroom teacher.
The homeroom teacher twirled the book in his hand and tapped Zhou Peiyu on the head: "Do you think I've forgotten that you sleep in my class every day?"
"Teacher, how do you still remember things from one or two years ago so clearly?!" Zhou Peiyu wailed, clutching his head.
"You start to get sleepy as soon as I open my mouth. I'm quite curious about how you improved your English grades."
The homeroom teacher chuckled deliberately, but it seemed more like a joke than a sarcastic remark.
"It's because of Yi Gui!" Zhou Peiyu praised Chu Yi Gui directly. "Yi Gui always gives me some key points for class. His notes are so well done. I'm Yi Gui's friend!"
"Ah, trying to ride on the coattails of the top student in the grade," the homeroom teacher laughed. "Just trying to be clever."
"Anyway, as long as the grades are good, that's all that matters," Zhou Peiyu couldn't help but joke with the homeroom teacher.
The homeroom teacher casually flipped the book over in her hand: "I just heard you say that Wan Qiu's older brother is coming to pick him up today? Is it Chu Zhang? That big star?"
"Ah, yes, you know him too, teacher?" Zhou Peiyu couldn't help but feel overjoyed at the thought of Chu Zhang. "Waaah, I haven't seen Chu Zhang in so long."
"Teacher, can we take a look at him/her?" The homeroom teacher couldn't help but lean over.
Zhou Peiyu and Wan Qiu stared longingly at their homeroom teacher, who didn't seem to find the suggestion shameful at all.
"Can't I be a fan of celebrities at my age?" The homeroom teacher raised an eyebrow instantly.
“Yes, of course!” Zhou Peiyu replied immediately.
"I...I'll ask my older brother." Wan Qiu hurriedly tried to take out his phone to send a message to Chu Zhang, but was tapped on the head by his homeroom teacher.
"Why does this child never learn from his mistakes?" the homeroom teacher couldn't help but sigh.
Wan Qiu was stunned.
Zhou Peiyu couldn't help but cover his face, saying, "Wanqiu, the phone, the phone."
Wan Qiu suddenly realized what was happening and put the phone back in his pocket.
The homeroom teacher wanted to see Chu Zhang, but the student couldn't take out their phone to contact Chu Zhang in front of the teacher and had no idea what to do.
The homeroom teacher couldn't help but laugh at Wan Qiu's silly expression.
His smile was different from that of young people; it had a more mature feel to it.
Between the two of them playfully bickering, it seemed more like teasing and tolerance.
Zhou Peiyu watched with bated breath as the homeroom teacher teased Wan Qiu, and then actually allowed Wan Qiu to take out his phone.
I don't know why...
Mingming always thought that Mr. Weiming was a very boring person when he was in English class.
But looking at it now...
Just as Wan Qiu said, he really was a very handsome male teacher.
That's strange.
Can a person's feelings change so easily?
"Teacher, you're usually quite cheerful, so why are you so lifeless in class?" Zhou Peiyu couldn't help but ask.
The homeroom teacher raised an eyebrow: "Are you saying that my classes are so boring that you want to sleep?"
Zhou Peiyu immediately shut his mouth, trying to stop himself from saying anything wrong.
The homeroom teacher laughed and said, "Although you are my student, I am not your homeroom teacher. Don't students usually feel closer to their homeroom teachers? It's your bias that's the problem, not mine."
Listening to her homeroom teacher's words, Zhou Peiyu suddenly realized that the teacher's personality was actually a bit awful.
Anyway, the point is that his lectures are fine.
For some reason, Zhou Peiyu couldn't help but laugh when he thought of this.
Chu Yigui came out of the teacher's office and went downstairs where she saw the three people in the classroom.
The classroom was bathed in the afterglow of the afternoon sun.
The students, nearing adulthood, and the highly inclusive teachers stood together, bathed in the light shining through the glass, mingling happily.
Wan Qiu was sending a message with his head down.
The homeroom teacher, seemingly curious, put a hand on Wan Qiu's shoulder and turned her head to look at Wan Qiu's phone.
At that moment, Chu Yigui suddenly took a step.
Anxious, it has lost its former tranquility.
Just then, Wan Qiu looked up as if he had suddenly noticed Chu Yigui.
Her beautiful, clear eyes immediately focused solely on him, and her brows were filled with joy.
Wan Qiu took a step forward and leaned her body towards him.
The hand on his shoulder naturally let go, without any attempt to linger or stop him.
When Wan Qiu stood in front of Chu Yigui, that strange, somewhat distorted and unreal world, as if seen through floating bubbles, was suddenly punctured.
Chu Yigui's impatience was suddenly soothed.
Everything returned to normal.
Wan Qiu's voice rang out in front of him: "Yi Gui, your elder brother is already at the door. It's been so long since I've seen him!"
"Yes," Chu Yigui replied calmly. "That's great."
Wan Qiu was genuinely happy and actively shared it with Chu Yigui.
"The homeroom teacher said he also wanted to see the older brother in person."
Chu Yigui saw Wan Qiu standing in front of him, turned his head away, and looked away from him.
He looked at the homeroom teacher who was not far away.
"Class teacher, would you like my older brother's autograph?" Wan Qiu asked.
The homeroom teacher simply placed the English book in front of him and said, "How about signing it here? This is my livelihood; writing it here will definitely be very inspiring."
"Wow, teacher, you seem quite enthusiastic as a middle-aged male fan," Zhou Peiyu couldn't help but tease.
"Don't casually ask about a teacher's age." The homeroom teacher argued with Zhou Peiyu again.
Chu Yigui watched quietly.
His gaze finally fell downwards, settling solely on Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu's eyes were fixed on the two people in the classroom.
But Wanqiu's hand naturally held onto Chu Yigui's clothes.
Chu Yigui grasped Wan Qiu's hand and enveloped it.
Wan Qiu turned his hand into Chu Yigui's palm, pressing it against Chu Yigui's palm.
The strange group of four walking home from school together attracted a lot of attention all the way to the school gate.
Wan Qiu held Chu Yigui's hand.
Chu Yigui also noticed that the homeroom teacher was glancing in the direction where they were holding hands, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
At this moment, Chu Zhang, wearing sunglasses, got out of the car, opened his arms, lowered his body, and faced Wan Qiu.
Wanqiu's eyes were like iridescent bubbles in the sunlight, flashing with surprise.
Chu Zhang strode forward and embraced Wan Qiu tightly.
"Wow, are the brothers really that close? Is this how the Chu family has always expressed brotherly affection?"
Only Chu Yigui listened to the homeroom teacher's lament.
Zhou Peiyu was already letting out a quiet scream of surprise.
"Chu Wanqiu has always been very clingy to you." The homeroom teacher turned her head to look at Chu Yigui. "I always thought he was only like this with you. Is he like this with all his brothers?"
Chu Yigui's expression remained calm, seemingly unmoved by the homeroom teacher's words.
At this moment, Wanqiu turned around.
Chu Yigui heard Wan Qiu speak: "Class teacher, do you want an autograph?"
Upon hearing Wan Qiu's call, Chu Yigui, who felt even closer to Wan Qiu than himself, immediately went to Wan Qiu's side.
The homeroom teacher and Wan Qiu maintained the appropriate distance between them, which was only appropriate for acquaintances.
Chu Zhangwei took off his sunglasses, looked at the homeroom teacher, and skillfully took the pen to write his signature on the English book.
Everything seemed perfectly logical.
I just don't know why.
Chu Yigui heard the sound of the wind.
The rustling sound was loud, as if the wind was enveloping him, noisily telling him something.
Chu Zhang was signing Wan Qiu's English book, his younger brother's homeroom teacher's, so he wrote two pages in a flamboyant style.
"Is that enough? Don't any of your family members want autographs?" Chu Zhang was always very generous to people related to Wan Qiu.
"That's enough, I'm all alone." The homeroom teacher looked at Chu Zhang's signature on her book and laughed, "I feel like this book of mine is going to appreciate in value right now."
Chu Zhang's eyes behind his sunglasses curved into a subtle smile: "I thought I was pretty famous, but it turns out no one around you likes me?"
"No, not really. I'm not married and don't have any children. I live alone, and my relationship with my colleagues isn't good enough for me to send them something like this. It's my problem. You're very famous."
The homeroom teacher was amused by Chu Zhang's personality and couldn't help but explain.
Chu Zhang curled his lips into a half-smile: "Too high standards? Still not married?"
"It's a personal choice. I've always valued students' personal ideas when I'm teaching them," the homeroom teacher responded.
Chu Zhang squinted, holding Wan Qiu's hand tightly to prevent her from pulling away.
Behind his sunglasses, Chu Zhang had been secretly observing Chu Yigui, who was quietly watching from a distance.
In Chu Zhang's eyes, Chu Yigui was just like a professionally trained sheepdog, quietly waiting for its master to give commands.
Chu Zhang took out a gift from the car and handed it to Zhou Peiyu, who was standing next to him: "It's a pity I only brought one. If I had known you liked it, I would have brought one for you too."
"No need, this is enough." The homeroom teacher held up the English book in her hand. "I'm way past the age of putting up posters on the wall."
"Really? This isn't a poster, it looks like some kind of custom order... I remember the company sells it for over a thousand, it seems quite expensive?" Chu Zhang said half-jokingly.
The homeroom teacher's face stiffened.
Zhou Peiyu jumped up in surprise.
They lingered too long at the school gate, and some students who had noticed the situation but were unsure of what was going on started looking in their direction.
Chu Zhang suddenly bent down, picked up Wan Qiu, and placed her in the car, then called out to Chu Yigui.
Chu Yigui strode forward, passing by the homeroom teacher and Zhou Peiyu, and got into the car.
Saying goodbye through the car window, Wan Qiu turned back to say goodbye to his homeroom teacher and Zhou Peiyu outside the window.
"That homeroom teacher." Chu Zhang leaned against the car window, carefully considering the homeroom teacher's expression. "Wan Qiu, are you on good terms with that homeroom teacher?"
Wan Qiu was taken aback.
"It's fine, isn't it?" So far, Wan Qiu hasn't found any impatience in the homeroom teacher's eyes.
How does it compare to other classmates?
Wan Qiu thought for a moment: "The same as the other students."
"Is that so?" Chu Zhang looked at the completely silent Chu Yigui in the rearview mirror with a half-smile, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "Does Wan Qiu like that homeroom teacher?"
"I like it." Wan Qiu answered Chu Zhang's question directly without any hesitation.
"Why?" Chu Zhang asked again, as if he wasn't satisfied yet.
“When he was with his classmates, everyone was very happy.” Wan Qiu pursed her lips, seemingly thinking of the time in class.
Chu Zhang looked at Chu Yigui's expressionless face, which seemed to be full of joy at playing a prank.
"Like longing for home."
However, Wan Qiu suddenly added this sentence.
This time, not only Chu Zhang, but even Chu Yigui was taken aback.
"Why is he like Chu Yigui?" In Chu Zhang's view, that homeroom teacher was the complete opposite of Chu Yigui.
"Because everyone is happy to see Yi Gui."
Wan Qiu would often run to Chu Yigui's classroom door to wait for Chu Yigui as soon as get out of class ended.
He often saw Chu Yigui being talked to by other classmates.
Both boys and girls enjoy talking to Chu Yigui.
"Yi Gui's classmates were happy to talk to her, and the teacher was also happy whenever she asked Yi Gui to do something." Wan Qiu put her hands on her lap and recalled carefully, "I think the homeroom teacher and Yi Gui are a bit alike."
Chu Zhang raised an eyebrow.
"Is that so?" Chu Zhang leaned against the car window with one hand, staring at Wan Qiu.
In the blink of an eye, Chu Zhang's gaze shifted from Wan Qiu to Chu Yigui, whom he saw in the rearview mirror.
He remained calm as always, seemingly unmoved by anything.
But Chu Zhang felt that Chu Yigui was definitely just putting on an act.
This guy was definitely petted by Wan Qiu.
Suddenly, I found it a little funny. How was Wan Qiu able to comfort Chu Yigui so almost instinctively?
"Does Wan Qiu like everyone like Yi Gui?" Chu Zhang asked.
"Mm." Wan Qiu nodded.
"Are you so sure?" Chu Zhang raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“Yi Gui is outstanding, so anyone like Yi Gui must also be outstanding,” Wan Qiu said with certainty.
Chu Zhang, however, felt that Wan Qiu's bias towards Chu Yigui was incredibly strong: "Doesn't Yigui have any flaws?"
"..." Wan Qiu hesitated.
Wanqiu then shook his head.
"Oh, I see. Wanqiu didn't know that." Chu Zhang's expression was somewhat teasing and subtle. "Perfect people are very rare. Wanqiu, don't put too much pressure on Yigui. If Yigui is always so perfect in your eyes, Yigui will be very tired."
Wan Qiu was taken aback.
He stared longingly at Chu Zhang.
I don't understand what this sentence means.
But his intuition told him that this should be a very important piece of advice.
With Chu Zhang around, Wan Qiu had almost no chance to catch up with Chu Yigui.
Chu Zhang almost took play and relaxation to the extreme.
If it weren't for the fact that they had to go to class the next day, Chu Zhang would have dragged Wan Qiu along to play all night.
Wan Qiu went to bed on time, but Chu Yigui was still washing up before bed.
Chu Zhang leaned against the wall, watching Chu Yigui complete a series of procedures.
Chu Yigui changed into simple home clothes and, after finishing all the necessary tasks, stood in front of Chu Zhang.
Clearly, Chu Yigui knew that Chu Zhang probably had something to say to him.
"You look much better now than before."
Chu Zhang tilted his head. He was about the same height as Chu Yigui, and they looked like they were the same age when they stood together.
Chu Yigui remained silent; Chu Zhang's question did not require his reply.
How have you been since the adoption was terminated?
Chu Zhang turned and went to the living room, and Chu Yigui obediently followed.
"fine."
Is there anything difficult?
"No."
Do you regret it?
No regrets.
Chu Yigui sat quietly on the sofa, looking neither relaxed nor tense.
"Have you thought about which university to apply to?" Chu Zhang was unusually calm and serious in front of Chu Yigui.
"Universities in this city."
"Haven't you ever thought about going to a better school for further studies?" Chu Zhang spread his hands.
"No."
Chu Zhang stared into Chu Yigui's eyes, and in those eyes that usually seemed overly silent, he saw no wavering.
“Yi Gui…” Chu Zhang’s handsome face turned to the side.
She crossed her legs, rested one hand on her lap, and gazed at Chu Yigui with her chin in her hand.
His smile gradually revealed a subtle hint, but his tone remained nonchalant: "How does it feel to be jealous?"
Chu Yigui paused slightly, then looked directly at Chu Zhang.
"Looks like you know you're jealous?" Chu Zhang smiled and spread his hands.
"This is nothing worth discussing," Chu Yigui said.
“Indeed, after all, people are reluctant to share their closest loved ones with others,” Chu Zhang said frankly. “Every time I see how much my little angel loves you, I get so jealous, you know?”
Chu Yigui remained noncommittal.
However, his expression did not improve.
Chu Zhang's gaze swept over Chu Yigui.
On the pajamas he changed into.
His hand, at that moment, seemed to be casually resting on the sofa armrest.
He tilted his head slightly at this moment, revealing the line of his neck.
They were all on guard, tense, and unwilling to even look directly at his proof.
"But if you place all your emotions and feelings on one person and don't get enough feedback, you'll become extreme."
Chu Zhang's words were very straightforward.
The Chu family has always held a very strong bias towards Chu Yigui.
Chu Zhang, who had little contact with Chu Yigui and had even been unwilling to interact with her in the past, was more like an observer and thus more likely to notice certain anomalies.
"Planning out the future for Wanqiu will put a lot of pressure on him. He doesn't understand it now, but he will gradually understand what you have given up for him in the future."
In the living room late at night, the only sound was the soft breathing.
Chu Yigui did not refute.
Chu Zhang also knew that Chu Yigui would not refute him.
"But I'm not saying this to discourage you. Even if you really devote yourself entirely to Wanqiu, our Chu family is more than enough for you to develop."
Chu Zhang's sudden change of tone restored the oppressive atmosphere to normal.
"Human desires can never be satisfied, and there's nothing wrong with that," Chu Zhang said with a smile. "The process of pursuing desires is also the process of human progress."
Compared to the robotic Chu Yigui of the past, Chu Zhang has a better impression of Chu Yigui now, who can hardly hide her dependence on Wan Qiu.
"Isn't it a good thing to take the initiative to say it?" This time, Chu Zhang didn't mock Chu Yigui. "If it were Wan Qiu, she would probably be unable to resist taking the initiative to say it. This is good for us and saves us trouble."
Chu Yigui looked at Chu Zhang again, but this time Chu Zhang no longer paid attention to Chu Yigui.
"It's not a bad thing for people to have some selfishness." What Chu Zhang really wanted to say was, "Pay attention to your own emotions too. Suppressing them for too long will cause problems."
Chu Zhang knew that Wan Qiu liked Chu Yigui very much.
This liking isn't just because of peers; there are more complex reasons why these people can't participate in it.
Even if it's just out of affection for Chu Yigui, and even if it's out of consideration for Chu Yigui's contributions to their family over the years, Chu Zhang will still show more concern for Chu Yigui.
Being prone to repression is a drawback.
"Thank you," Chu Yigui simply replied to Chu Zhang's concern.
"Go to sleep." Chu Zhang didn't expect a few words to make Chu Yigui see things clearly.
With occasional reminders, they will gradually grasp the concept.
It really does affect your decision-making process.
Anyway.
Chu Yigui was merely a fledgling bird about to come of age, tender, timid, and preparing to fall off a cliff to learn to fly.
Chu Yigui said goodnight to Chu Zhang and returned to her room.
He closed the door, but ultimately didn't lock it.
It remained partially closed, as always.
The crack in the door seemed to have been left specifically for those who needed it to come in.
Chu Yigui turned off the bedroom light, and the small light bulbs in the two handmade houses in his bedroom shone with a dim yellow light.
The little house he and Wanqiu built together remains quietly in its familiar place, just like always.
Chu Yigui didn't go to the bed, but just sat on the chair, looking at the two completely different little houses.
One was Japanese style, the other French style. Wanqiu had no idea what style meant; she simply chose the one that looked better and bought it.
He liked them all, no matter which one they were.
He will like whatever it is.
He likes anything that resembles Wan Qiu.
That was all his desire.
Chu Yigui neither refuted nor intended to argue against Chu Zhang's words.
Chu Yigui clearly distinguished whether it was Wan Qiu's choice or his own.
He doesn't need to explain to anyone.
only……
The dim yellow light seemed to transport him back to the time after school in the afternoon.
The sun was setting, casting an orange glow.
In the empty classroom, where most students had already finished their classes.
That hand that touched Wanqiu.
That action of getting closer to Wanqiu.
That brief, sudden surge of anxiety and helplessness.
And undeniably...
How does it feel to be jealous?
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