Chapter 30 Chapter 30 Why are you so squeamish? Hehehe, just pretending...
Pei Shuyu slept well.
When he woke up the next day, he felt a little heavy. He looked down and saw a pair of hands tightly holding his waist.
When did this kid come here...
Afraid of waking him, Pei Shuyu moved very gently, trying to remove his arm from around his waist. However, Lu Hean was a light sleeper and would wake up at the slightest movement, causing him to hold him tighter.
"You're awake..."
Pei Shuyu's body was tense, and he asked him without moving.
Lu Hean squinted his eyes and sighed, "Hmm..."
"Why don't you sleep a little longer? I'll go make dinner. Is there anything to eat in the fridge?"
"No, yes."
Pei Shuyu wanted to wash up first, but Lu Hean lay on his back like an octopus.
The two of them finished washing up in this strange posture, and Lu Hean didn't let go until Pei Shuyu wanted to change clothes.
The clothes are also Lu Hean's.
He frantically tried to find his clothes, but found that they had disappeared without a trace and he didn't know where they were.
"Brother Shuyu, I washed your clothes from yesterday, and they're still not dry." Lu Hean explained at the right time, his tone very natural. "You can wear mine first, don't be disgusted."
It wasn't too big on him. He wondered what brand of shower gel Lu Hean used, but it smelled delicious. Pei Shuyu grabbed the collar and sniffed it closely, but couldn't tell until his nose touched the clothes.
A sharp cough interrupted him.
"Brother Shuyu, do you like this taste?"
Pei Shuyu loosened his collar as if he was scalded, and was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
He cleared his throat, his eyes wandering: "Ahem, no, no, just... just smelling it. Your shower gel smells pretty good."
Lu Hean leaned against the door frame, looking at Pei Shuyu's embarrassed look, the smile in his eyes almost overflowing, but his face still had a harmless expression of concern: "Really? If Brother Shuyu likes it..." He paused, and his voice became softer, with a hint of tentativeness, "My clothes all smell like this, Brother Shuyu, you can wear mine from now on, anyway, I have a lot of clothes."
This sounded abnormal, and coupled with Lu Hean's sparkling eyes, Pei Shuyu inexplicably felt that something was strange.
What's the point of wearing someone else's clothes? And these clothes also smell like Lu Hean... Pei Shuyu quickly shook off this weird association and replied casually: "No, no."
As a result, the clothes he was wearing were uncomfortable for him.
"Why are you being so polite to me? It's not like you haven't worn it before." Lu Hean came over and naturally reached out to help Pei Shuyu straighten out the wrinkles on his collar. His fingertips lightly brushed across the skin of Pei Shuyu's neck.
Pei Shuyu froze, as if he'd been pricked, and dared not move. He let Lu Hean help him fix it, and wherever his fingertips touched, it felt like a tiny electric current, making him feel itchy.
"Are you hungry? I'll cook for you." Pei Shuyu abruptly changed the subject and almost walked towards the living room in a hurry, trying to escape.
Lu Hean looked at his hurried back, the corners of his mouth curled up in pleasure, and he followed slowly.
In the kitchen, Pei Shuyu opened the refrigerator door and tried to hide his discomfort by looking for food. The refrigerator was well stocked, filled to the brim with vegetables, fruits, and meat.
"What do you want to eat?" Pei Shuyu asked without turning his head.
I waited for a long time but there was no response.
Pei Shuyu turned around and found that Lu Hean had somehow moved up behind him again, leaning forward to watch him pick something up, his chin almost resting on his shoulder. That pleasant smell mixed with the scent of sunshine enveloped him again.
"What...what do you want to eat?" Pei Shuyu was flustered and gently pushed back with his elbow.
Lu Hean groaned, as if hurt, and took a small step back, but his eyes were still glued to Pei Shuyu, and he complained with a bit of grievance: "Brother Shuyu, it hurts."
“…” Pei Shuyu was speechless. He felt that he didn’t use any strength at all.
Why is this kid so spoiled? He could only muffle his words and say, "Just wait for me outside. I'll just do it casually."
"No." Lu Hean refused bluntly, moved forward and took out a tomato, "I'll help you, let's go faster." He washed very seriously, the water rushed over his slender fingers, splashing a few drops of water onto his rolled-up sleeves.
Pei Shuyu looked at his profile as he lowered his head to wash vegetables, his long eyelashes drooping and his expression focused. He really looked like a hardworking and sensible younger brother.
Maybe I'm too sensitive.
He turned around and started beating eggs and chopping green onions, the knife making crisp sounds as it hit the chopping board.
"Brother Shuyu, give me the knife, I'll cut the tomatoes." Lu Hean washed the tomatoes, dried his hands, and reached out naturally.
Pei Shuyu handed it to him, and seeing his skillful knife skills, he felt relieved and turned to heat the oil in the pan.
The only sounds left in the kitchen were the sounds of chopping vegetables and sizzling oil, and the place was temporarily immersed in a peaceful busyness.
At this moment, Lu Hean's short gasp came from behind: "Hiss..."
Pei Shuyu turned around immediately: "What's wrong?"
Lu Hean frowned and looked at his left index finger, a bright red blood bead appearing on the fingertip.
He cut his hand.
Pei Shuyu immediately turned off the fire, took a few steps to Lu Hean, grabbed his hand to check, "Is it deep? Where's the medicine box? Is it still in the living room?" He spoke anxiously, with a nervousness that he himself didn't even realize.
Lu Hean let him hold his hand, and seeing how worried he was about him, a glimmer of triumph flashed in his eyes, but his face was a pitiful expression: "It's okay, it's just a scratch, not deep."
He said it was okay, but his fingers were slightly curled up and blood was still oozing out.
"It's bleeding..." Pei Shuyu pulled Lu Hean to the living room, "Sit down, I'll get the medicine box."
He pressed Lu Hean onto the sofa and quickly rummaged through the medicine box used last night, finding iodine and Band-Aids.
Then he half-knelt in front of Lu Hean, carefully held his hand, dipped a cotton swab in iodine, and wiped the small wound with clumsy but extremely gentle movements, subconsciously blowing gently while wiping.
The warm breath brushed across the sensitive fingertips, bringing a slight tingling sensation.
Lu Hean looked down at Pei Shuyu's focused and worried profile, saw his lips slightly pursed due to nervousness, saw him holding his hand defenselessly and blowing gently... that familiar, aggressive possessive desire surged up again.
His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice tightened a little: "Brother Shuyu, you are so skilled."
"It's nothing. I used to help others with bandaging at school."
Lu Hean's eyes turned cold for a moment.
Pei Shuyu didn't notice the change in Lu Hean's eyes at all. He carefully wiped the blood, tore off the Band-Aid, and put it on tightly.
"Okay, luckily the wound isn't too deep." Pei Shuyu breathed a sigh of relief and raised his head to warn. As he looked up, he happened to meet Lu Hean's eyes, which were staring deep into his.
The look was too complicated, carrying a strong emotion that he couldn't understand.
"Brother Shuyu..." Lu Hean's voice was very soft, with a strange appeal.
"What's wrong?" Pei Shuyu felt uncomfortable when he was looked at by him and subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back.
Lu Hean, however, held his wrist with his backhand and looked at Pei Shuyu. The collar of his clothes was slightly open due to his recent busyness, revealing a bit of his collarbone.
"Clothes..." Lu Hean's fingertips gently stroked the skin on the inside of Pei Shuyu's wrist through the Band-Aid, and looked at him with burning eyes, "You look good in it."
Pei Shuyu was completely stunned by his sudden actions and words.
He opened his mouth, his mind went blank, and he felt that Lu Hean's eyes were like an invisible net, covering him tightly and unable to break free.
In the kitchen, the residual heat from the oil pan seemed to be still silently emitting heat.
Pei Shuyu ate this meal very quickly.
He wanted to go to Sevan quickly to find someone to explain things clearly, and he was definitely capable of staying in Sevan.
Before leaving, Lu He'an repeatedly reminded me to call him when I wanted to go home and he would come to pick me up.
Pei Shuyu also followed his lead, nodding his head like a chick pecking at rice.
The moment the door closed, the invisible ambiguous atmosphere in the room instantly dissipated.
The gentleness and grievance on Lu Hean's face seemed to be wiped away with one click, leaving only an almost cold calmness.
He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and watched the familiar figure downstairs hurriedly stop a taxi and get in. Only after the car merged into the traffic and disappeared did he slowly walk back to the sofa and pick up his mobile phone.
With a few taps of his fingertips on the screen, he dialed a number. The call was answered almost instantly.
"Young Master Lu." A respectful voice came from the other side.
"Is it done?" Lu Hean's voice was low and steady, without a trace of the soft tone he had just used in front of Pei Shuyu. It carried the usual sense of alienation and command that a superior has.
"Everything has been done as you instructed. The headline of 'Alliance Express' has been out for ten minutes now, and the buzz is rapidly increasing. Other accounts are also following suit. There's a huge outcry online against Sefan right now."
"Yeah." Lu He'an responded calmly, "Keep an eye on the direction of public opinion and add fuel to the fire when necessary. You know what I want."
"I understand. Don't worry, we'll do the work for you."
After hanging up the phone, Lu Hean casually threw his phone on the sofa, walked into the kitchen, and looked at the traces of half-cooked breakfast left on the counter when Pei Shuyu left in a hurry.
He picked up the cup used by Pei Shuyu, stroked the rim with his fingertips, and his eyes were deep and difficult to read.
Meanwhile, not long after the taxi left, Pei Shuyu couldn't wait to pull out his phone to contact Saifan. His finger hovered over the address book, but before he could even think of the words, his phone vibrated.
A push message from a news app pops up.
He clicked on one of the push notifications, and a large headline instantly caught his eye:
[Alliance News: Sefan is inhumane! A student with a hand injury was expelled from the extreme assessment, falling just short of the passing line!]
Pei Shuyu's heart skipped a beat, and he clicked on the news with trembling fingers.
The article was highly provocative, detailing an incident "revealed by an insider" that closely matched his experience the previous day. It emphasized that he "persevered despite injuries" and "almost passed the exam" but was still "coldly and ruthlessly kicked out."
The comments under the article have exploded, all of them scolding Sefan for being cold-blooded, bureaucratic, and inhuman. Some people even started calling for people not to join Sefan's voice.
Pei Shuyu was stunned.
This... isn't this talking about him? Who helped him?
His mind was a mess.
Just then, the phone rang again. It was Yu Wei.
[Brother Pei, watch the news! Instructor Li's face is turning green with anger!]
At the same time, at the Sevan headquarters, Li Liang was standing in front of the founder's large desk with a dark face.
The man behind the desk, the founder of Sefan, was about fifty years old, with a resolute face. His brows were furrowed, and he pinched them together wearily. On the computer screen in front of him, negative comments and public opinion monitoring reports were constantly refreshing.
"It seems that the child can't sit still." The founder sighed, his eyes swept across an upside-down photo frame on the table, and paused for a moment with a complicated expression.
He was silent for a few seconds, as if he had made up his mind. His voice carried a trace of subtle fatigue and compromise: "Call him back."
Li Liang suddenly looked up, his face full of disbelief: "This! I finally managed to send him away..."
The founder's tone left no room for doubt. "All forces are eyeing Saifan covetously. It's a good thing that you've recalled him. Just say this is a test for him, to see his resolve..."
Li Liang replied heavily, "Yes!" and turned around and strode away.
The founder was the only one left in the office. He reached out and gently flipped over the upside-down photo frame.
In the frame was an old photo of two high-spirited young men wearing old-style training uniforms, arm in arm, with bright smiles on their faces.
He gently brushed his fingers across the face of the young man in the photo, his eyes filled with complex memories and deep guilt.
"Oh, I'm so sorry..." His next words were almost inaudible, more like a long sigh.
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