Chapter 7 Liu Duanhe heard something coming from the bed next to him…
Hearing the noise coming from the bed next to him, Liu Duanhe raised his hand to his eyes and sighed silently. The bed curtains were drawn tightly, and he didn't know what time it was. He turned his head and picked up his phone from beside his pillow.
The screen light flickered on and off, casting a silent shadow over his godlike, outstanding appearance. His thick, curled eyelashes closed and opened again. He propped himself up on the bed; it was 5:40, and dawn should have just broken.
Feng Xingyun noticed Liu Duanhe getting up next door. He leaned against the headboard, his dark eyes staring blankly at the tall figure in pajamas below.
Her voice was still hoarse, "Sorry, I woke you up again."
The other two roommates always waited until seven o'clock to get up. Liu Duanhe said in a breathy voice, "It's okay, it won't make a difference of ten minutes. The swimming team's training is going to start early today, so we can run a couple more laps."
He has missed half a month of training since being hospitalized. The end-of-semester competitions of the swimming teams of various colleges and the National University Swimming Championships are about to be held. Although Liu Duanhe will not develop in a professional direction, he is used to giving his all.
Even though he moved quietly, Liu Duanhe quickly changed his clothes and packed his backpack. Since he had a class in the second period of the morning, he brought his change of clothes with him so he could change in the gymnasium bathroom before class.
Only after Liu Duanhe closed the door and the footsteps quietly faded away did Feng Xingyun's intense heartbeat slowly slow down. He swallowed hard, his throat dry. The light from the motion-activated light in the corridor slanted across his face through the window on the door, making his nose and brow bone look like an undulating mountain range.
Standing in the elevator, Liu Duanhe replied to all the messages that had piled up from his day out with Feng Xingyun yesterday—both work-related and personal. Suddenly remembering something, he sent Feng Xingyun a message: "Don't you have a basketball game this afternoon?"
Feng Xingyun was sitting at his desk drinking water, looking tired and with a sour expression. His phone lit up in the dark dormitory. After reading the message, he suddenly tensed up and replied, "Yes, in the South Campus gymnasium, the indoor basketball court on the first floor." He didn't know what kind of reply he was waiting for.
[Liu Duanhe: Okay, then I'll go with you this afternoon to watch you play ball.]
Feng Xingyun stood there for a long while, his expression frozen.
"Ding-dong." A special notification sound of water droplets falling.
Liu Duanhe glanced at his phone.
Feng Xingyun: Good.
The elevator doors opened smoothly, and without waiting for anyone to remind him, he stepped out as if he hadn't been looking at his phone. Only when he reached the parking area in front of the dormitory building did Liu Duanhe take out his phone again and change Feng Xingyun's contact name to "boyfriend".
Now that things have already happened, we must strive for perfection, whether in our careers or relationships, Liu Duanhe must obtain the perfect option.
He took out his bicycle, carefully wiped the handlebars and seat with the alcohol wipes he carried with him, threw the used tissues into the trash can, and then took out alcohol gel from his bag to clean his hands.
His fair knuckles didn't miss a single spot, and the smell of alcohol wafted into his nostrils with each movement, giving Liu Duanhe a strong sense of security and comfort, causing his eyebrows and eyes to relax naturally.
He went to the swimming team's training ground on another campus. He finished training at 7:20 before class and picked up his breakfast at the school gate after training.
He met many friends along the way, most of whom were just casual acquaintances, but Liu Duanhe treated everyone the same.
The autumn wind blew through his slightly open coat, revealing his slender and strong waist. His slightly long hair flew quietly behind him. He was riding his bicycle and had a rare air of youthful spirit. In his daily life, Liu Duanhe's usual calm and gentle demeanor always gave him a mature and restrained feeling that was beyond his years.
He took his breakfast to the greenhouse, where the benches were quiet and the library was right next to it, so Liu Duanhe could go directly to the library to study after his meal.
Perhaps it is because human nature cannot be easily concealed that Liu Duanhe is particularly suited to autumn and winter, icy, cold, and frigid, with sharp swords lurking beneath the frozen lake, whistling in the wind.
Even sitting in the greenhouse, he stood out conspicuously.
Meanwhile, Feng Xingyun was lost in thought all morning. He found no interest in games, and couldn't concentrate on his upcoming professional textbooks. He realized that he couldn't figure out Liu Duanhe's thoughts at all, and could only be played like a dog, waiting for the rope around his neck to tighten or loosen, which made him feel very agitated.
He began to suspect that Liu Duanhe was playing a trick on him.
In this class, Liu Duanhe still sat next to him. Perhaps it was because of the desensitization he experienced yesterday, but Feng Xingyun was in much better condition. At least he wasn't filled with doubts about whether Liu Duanhe would dislike him.
In Liu Duanhe's perception, Feng Xingyun's presence was also very strong, and he was trying his best to suppress the urge to get away.
Noticing Feng Xingyun's distraction, Liu Duanhe, who was sitting in the first row, had already seen the teacher glance at him three or four times. He lightly tapped Feng Xingyun's notebook with his left hand, silently took out a piece of tissue paper from his bag, wrote on it, and handed it to him.
The teacher has seen you several times; please pay attention in class.
Feng Xingyun watched as a slender, pale finger pushed the paper towards him. After reading the words on it, he frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then wrote on the paper: "Okay, thank you."
Although he enjoys playing video games and basketball, he wasn't a slacker who didn't listen to lectures before, and he didn't get into university by donation; he got in through hard work in high school.
He roused himself, pulling his wild thoughts back from their slumber. The friendly and harmonious relationship they shared, reminding each other of one another, was something Feng Xingyun had never imagined just half a month ago.
Feng Xingyun was a vengeful person; he could maintain his dislike for those he generally antagonized. But Liu Duanhe seemed to be an exception. His warm fragrance wafted before one's nose, enticing one to take a deep breath and let it permeate one's heart and lungs before tasting the cool aftertaste.
His thoughts were restless again, and Feng Xingyun knew he wouldn't get an answer now.
The bell rang, and the teacher finally stopped paying attention to him for the rest of the get out of class. He sat down to pack his schoolbag, while Liu Duanhe had already quickly tidied up the desk and was now watching him.
Feng Xingyun couldn't delay any longer. He stood up and looked down at Liu Duanhe's calm and serene light brown eyes, which were as clear as stars.
He asked nervously, "Are we having lunch together today?"
A vague, burning desire led him to take this step. Having one more friend and one less stranger is actually a good thing, isn't it?
Liu Duanhe was a little surprised. On that unruly face, any expression of loss of control or sharpness seemed abrupt.
He nodded in agreement and said, "Let's go. Let's go to the school gate to get lunch first, enough for two people, and then eat it back in the dorm, or should we eat it in the small garden? What do you think?"
Feng Xingyun thought for a moment, "Let's go back to the dorm. It's a bit windy today."
He nodded. Feng Xingyun was sitting by the window, presumably having noticed the view outside.
As soon as we stepped out of the classroom, the wind howled through the corridor. The windows on both sides were wide open, causing Liu Duan and her trench coat to fly up. "Your suggestion is very wise. We'd probably get a mouthful of wind in the greenhouse today."
Feng Xingyun quickly took a few steps and pulled the window back to its original half position, and the wind immediately subsided a lot.
The classic light khaki trench coat falls to the knees, its excellent tailoring accentuating Liu Duanhe's tall and slender figure. The open design reveals a matching khaki shirt and a gray-green tie, exuding an elegant, relaxed, calm, and restrained sense of nobility.
It's probably so that people can tell at a glance that he's very rich.
Feng Xingyun waited for a moment, until Liu Duanhe's footsteps landed beside him, and his breathing stopped.
“Come with me,” Liu Duanhe said.
So Feng Xingyun, like prey being led by the nose, followed him.
Liu Duanhe knows a lot of people. What Feng Xingyun saw yesterday was just the tip of the iceberg. Today, he witnessed his good relationships with many people he didn't know, including many from other colleges.
Liu Duanhe showed no impatience whatsoever. He reverted to his persona as the perfect heir, accurately calling out the names of no less than a hundred people.
To this day, Feng Xingyun hasn't remembered the names of more than ten of the thirty people in his class who he's been classmates with for a year, including his three roommates.
Liu Duanhe politely declined the invitation to dinner, and amidst their disappointed gazes, she apologetically pulled Feng Xingyun aside, saying, "I'm sorry, I have an appointment today. I've arranged to have dinner with him sometime."
Their probing gazes fell on Feng Xingyun, who returned their gazes one by one, his eyes cold and malevolent, clearly not someone to be trifled with, successfully dispelling their thoughts of saying a few more words.
Then, recalling that he must be the school heartthrob's roommate, those of them who liked to learn about Liu Duan and Jiu on the forum all knew that he had a roommate who was completely blind and had once shamelessly spoken ill of the school heartthrob, their eyes immediately turned hostile.
Sensing that something was wrong, Liu Duanhe stepped forward and blocked Feng Xingyun's path, grabbing his sleeve to stop him from taking another step. Liu Duanhe had a feeling that Feng Xingyun was going to confront him head-on and be provocative, which would make things very ugly.
Liu Duanhe smiled faintly, "We're in a hurry to eat, so we'll be leaving now."
Then she pulled him away quickly, leaving the others looking at each other in bewilderment.
Have they turned hostility into friendship? Of course, in the eyes of Liu Duanhe's friends, no one can resist Liu Duanhe's charm! No one!
After walking a short distance, Liu Duanhe let go of Feng Xingyun's sleeve. To save time, they boarded the school bus. Liu Duanhe planned to ride his bicycle back after his afternoon classes. The classroom for his midday class was far away, and although it was a professional course, it was eventually arranged on another campus, so he also planned to take the bus.
Liu Duanhe pondered for a moment. Perhaps it was because of his recent hospitalization that so many classmates had been trying to comfort him in the last two days, which had seriously affected his daily life.
He frowned with a headache, took out his phone, logged into WeChat, and posted a message on Moments. As soon as he posted it, red dots started popping up incessantly. Liu Duanhe breathed a sigh of relief and decided not to look at the content for the time being.
This should shut them up.
Feng Xingyun, standing next to him, still had a sour face, but upon closer inspection, one could see that his gaze was constantly fixed on Liu Duanhe, observing his every move.
Retrieving the food from the car revealed that the interior space was surprisingly large, commensurate with its price, and equipped with a refrigerator, wine cabinet, and more.
He usually eats his meals in his car most of the time.
The driver was secretly watching Feng Xingyun. In the past, their young master had never eaten with anyone, not even those he had grown up with. What was the relationship between this man and the young master?
Sure enough, fewer people were looking for Liu Duanhe on the way back this time.
However, the appearance of someone who rarely travels with Liu Duanhe aroused suspicion and vigilance among many who were secretly watching them.
As the special notification sound rang, Liu Duanhe took out his phone from his pocket, glanced at it, and immediately frowned.
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