Chapter 151 IF: The Past (End) (Unlocked with 80% subscription): Fei Jia arrives in the world of Ye Yihe.
Given Fei Jia's frail physique, Ye Yihe forbade him from secretly waiting for him to return home from evening self-study sessions by the roadside.
Luckily, he arrived just in time this time. If he had been two seconds late next time, we really would have had to call 120 for emergency help!
"The security here isn't very good, and they refuse to move to the city center,"
Ye Yihe deliberately lowered his voice and fiercely reminded Fei Jia, who always had a smile on her face and was not in a hurry at all, even when her eyebrows were on fire.
"Then try not to go out before sunset, understand? If you absolutely have to go out, remember to call me."
Fedia, who had already been scolded before being reminded, was not annoyed. Instead, she asked him with a more intimate and sly smile.
"If you haven't arrived home by then, am I not allowed to go out?"
"..."
Ye Yihe, who usually had to attend evening self-study sessions, paused for a long time before suddenly realizing what was happening, just before being led into an inescapable logical dead end by the other party.
"What could you possibly be up to at this hour? Just don't wait for me at the intersection after school!"
Standing at Fei Jia's doorstep, Ye Yihe crossed his arms, his expression stern—he rarely showed such an overly friendly and relaxed attitude to classmates or strangers, but it naturally came out when he was concerned about Fei Jia.
He was even certain that Fei Jia's nighttime outing was to wait for him to get out of school, carrying a kind of confidence that he himself couldn't explain, as well as more and deeper emotions.
Chaos and disorder filled my chest to the brim, yet it was not very clear.
Fei Jia still had a smile on her lips and did not rush to respond to Ye Yihe's words.
He only noticed that there were still traces of the enemy's blood on the other person's finger joints, which were very glaringly red under the stairwell light, and suddenly a less pleasant feeling arose in him.
So Fei Jia reached out and, under Ye Yihe's bewildered gaze, gently pressed her gloved fingertips against the bloodstain, applying more pressure as she slowly and firmly wiped it clean.
Fortunately, the blood had only been exposed to the cold wind for a short while and had not yet completely dried. When it came into contact with the thin and soft wool fabric, it obediently adhered to it, leaving only a faint, almost invisible outline on the outer layer.
“…”
Ye Yihe was a little startled and stood frozen in place, letting Fei Jia frown slightly and wipe back and forth with her fingertips several times as if she had suddenly realized that she had a cleanliness obsession, until even the blood scabs stuck to her skin were completely gone.
"you……"
Ye Yihe felt his heart beating faster and his ears burning; he was even more nervous than when he was standing in the ring fighting for the championship.
Please forgive my offense.
Fei Jia's rare deep purple eyes twitched slightly, her eyelashes trembling as she looked up with a soft, sighing apology at Ye Yihe, who reflexively wanted to look away but stubbornly held back.
"And the trouble I've caused you tonight."
The tungsten bulbs above their heads weren't very bright, but they cast a warm, shimmering light into Fei Jia's eyes, which swayed slightly in her unassuming smile. Yet, the light made Ye Yihe almost lose his composure, as if he were standing on a narrow sailboat facing an approaching storm.
Although quite a few people had seen him, Ye Yihe still found it difficult to describe the strange attraction that Fei Jia brought him—it was probably due to the fact that Fei Jia's appearance, personality, and background were all too special, and that he always made such concessions and compromises to him.
"I wasn't bothered at all. How could those thugs possibly be a match for me?"
When Fei Jia finally withdrew his hand, Ye Yihe let out a breath and helplessly stretched out his five fingers in return.
“Your gloves,” Yeikh said, “I’ll wash them and return them to you.”
"It's nothing valuable, no need to trouble yourself."
Fedia's lips always held a smile, as if he were always so harmless and gentle.
"So, would you like to come in now to continue our pre-arranged tutoring session?"
He gracefully stepped aside, making way for Ye Yihe to access his home.
"..."
The subtle stirrings that had been suppressed in his heart finally reached a breaking point, causing Ye Yihe to finally speak out as he walked past him into the house.
"Don't keep calling me by your honorific title!"
Unfortunately, judging from their subsequent interactions, Fedia had no intention of changing this.
Ye Yihe, who was always choked up, could only comfort himself by saying that this was Fei Jia's unique politeness and manners, and that he treated everyone this way.
Now in his second year of high school, he has to work hard to improve his studies while also balancing training and competitions, making him increasingly busy.
Xiang Lingwei tried to persuade him to give up the competition and focus on taking the college entrance exam, but Ye Yihe refused. Given their hard-won escape from poverty, they wanted to earn as much prize money as possible from the competition, and there was no reason for them to give it away.
Moreover, if he can win consecutive matches, it will greatly benefit her coaching career, making him a valuable asset.
Seeing that she couldn't change her child's mind no matter what she said, Xiang Lingwei could only sigh and compromise by asking him to stop helping with cooking and let her do it all.
Although her cooking wasn't particularly delicious, it was at least average.
In fact, Fei Jia, who had the most free time, also raised his hand to volunteer, but was ruthlessly rejected by the mother and son the next second, without even blinking.
Fyja, who was completely distrusted when it came to cooking: "..."
However, Fei Jia considerately suspended his part-time job as a cello music connoisseur and devoted all of Ye Yihe's spare time to tutoring and learning.
Now that Ye Yihe is dependent on and close to him enough, he no longer needs clumsy excuses or performances to build a closer relationship.
As for that hidden emotion, or rather, the emotion that even Ye Yihe himself was unaware of, Fyodor was certain that he had more patience to work on it, like carving a beautiful, raw stone.
How interesting! That's why he used the three singularities to travel through countless worlds in search of the other person, yet deliberately stayed at an earlier point in time.
He had already read through Ye Yihe's short life, which the latter knew nothing about.
The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the rain continued to patter, tapping on the glass windowpane with a seemingly endless, gentle sound.
Fyodor glanced at the time and closed the book in his hand.
Then, he put on a long, dark-colored trench coat, opened a long, black umbrella, and set off from home, walking leisurely and unhurriedly towards his destination, each step exuding ease and composure.
Today is a rare weekend. To celebrate Xiang Lingwei's birthday, Ye Yihe will go with her to the nearby market to buy ingredients, and then they will come back carrying a decorated cream cake, chatting and laughing.
The cake shop was a bit far from home; they would walk along the roadside for about twenty minutes, during which they would get splashed with water by passing cars. Fortunately, the carefully packaged cake was unharmed.
Of course, this is not the end of the description.
About two-thirds of the way through the journey, a sudden downpour obstructs the driver's vision, the slippery road surface makes even the most sensitive brakes difficult to control, and the darkening sky makes all of this seem perfectly natural—
Staging a traffic accident carries a much lighter sentence than premeditated murder.
Even if they are openly rivals, they cannot prove that he did it intentionally in such a scenario where accidents are very likely to happen.
Fyodor held the umbrella in his left hand and put his right hand in his trench coat pocket. His slender build and graceful, unhurried gait were always striking.
If we go back in time, to when the murderer is released from prison and Ye Yihe comes knocking on his door, he might even regret that he didn't manage to kill this little brat who was undefeated in the competition and who was hindering their wealth.
By then, Ye Yihe, having avenged himself, would be utterly despondent and would have no choice but to rely on him, as he would be the only one left to depend on.
He will belong entirely to himself, whether or not he is the Messiah.
Yes, all he had to do was wait for the foster mother to push Ye Yihe away and face death alone. He already knew the ending. All he had to do was come to the beginning of the story, make a few changes, and everything would proceed as planned.
In the timeline yet to be reached, Fyodor had already witnessed all of this.
He had witnessed Ye Yihe kneeling in the rain, sobbing uncontrollably, and he had seen the small cake crushed by the wheels of a car, the no longer white cream mixed with blood and rainwater, slowly flowing on the wet asphalt, like a handful of cruel, painful and sorrowful snow, falling early into his heart.
He also witnessed Ye Yihe's long silence after she stood up again, until she slowly recovered from the heavy blow, fulfilled her promise to her in a self-torturing way without his help, got into university—and then committed suicide by jumping into the sea after finding the murderer and taking revenge.
And all of these can become bargaining chips that he can hold in his hands and place at will.
In this world without superpowers, Fyodor is convinced that his Tripolar Singularity is the undisputed strongest, and no one can stop him.
As darkness falls and the rain intensifies, the Messiah will become entirely his...
Fyodor's eyes were deep and lifeless, the purple of his irises so dark as to be barely discernible, as if they had merged with the shadows under the umbrella and been dragged into the abyss of darkness.
Unlike Dazai Osamu, he was only at ease with things under his control and would never entrust the outcome of his plans to so-called "human nature".
This was the decisive factor in his victory, because he was the one who ultimately obtained the Tripolar Singularity, and he was the only one who could cross dimensions and time to find Ye Yihe.
And he will receive the only...
"Hey, Fei Jia, what brings you here?"
— Ye Yihe's voice rang out not far away, both surprised and delighted, and also caused those deep purple eyes, which seemed to have become extremely rational, to twitch slightly.
Fyodor looked up and, with the help of the streetlights that were being scattered by raindrops, saw Ye Yihe holding up the cake in her hand, giving him an exceptionally bright smile.
"Look, this is the first time I've ever bought such a big cake!"
Following Ye Yihe's emphasis, Fyodor's gaze shifted to the cream cake that Ye Yihe was happily displaying.
Perhaps because he was there, the cake that Ye Yihe was carrying was very large, much larger than the one he had ever seen before.
Rather than calling it a "cake," Fyodor prefers to call it an "invitation."
A further, unguarded invitation.
If we recall that less-than-harmonious first encounter, it becomes even easier to see that Ye Yihe is now cheerful and lively. Even though his appearance is different, he is now very close to his on-screen persona.
Perhaps it still lacks the hardship and tempering that comes after setbacks, but it seems... that it's no longer necessary.
Under Xiang Lingwei's undisguised teasing gaze, Fyodor's face revealed his usual gentle smile as he walked towards them.
"Perhaps you could try some other different flavors of desserts; I would be happy to recommend them to you."
Just as he uttered those words, the car that should have gone out of control sped past them, the splash of rainwater faintly reflecting the cold glint of the blade, gone in a flash.
Nothing happened.
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