Chapter 13
Before school started, Song Youran divided the profits from the online store into two parts, giving one part to Wen Chu.
Song Youran finally gave up the princess representing the sun and Jiangbei representing freedom, and followed the arrangement to go to Shiwai.
Leaving the cage without sufficient ability is tantamount to seeking death. Song Youran has learned his lesson and doesn't want to struggle in vain anymore.
It’s the same route, but the difference is that the destination has changed from two to one.
At the entrance of Shiwai, Song Youran and Wen Chu exchanged breakfast bags.
Song Youran said, "You have to pretend you don't know me at school, okay?"
Wen Chu lowered his head and said nothing.
This means he is unwilling to agree.
Song Youran laughed angrily: "Great! Don't bother changing breakfast, just bring it over!"
Wen Chu quickly put his hands behind his back, fearing that Song Youran would snatch them away.
Song Youran had long arms and legs and was very strong. He simply pressed down on Wen Chu's head and made him spin around in place, and then he easily got the bag in his hands.
Wen Chu quickly gave in and begged for mercy softly: "Okay, okay, I'll do as you say."
The two entered the campus one after the other and went to their respective classrooms.
Yang Xu was also at SIS, but not in the same class as Song Youran. After class, the two of them stood in the hallway talking and made plans to have lunch together.
Yang Xu was amazed at Song Youran's transformation and praised him for his perseverance.
Song Youran didn't want to talk too much about herself, so she changed the subject and asked about the opening ceremony the next day.
Yang Xu had already gotten to know the new school thoroughly and was familiar with the procedures of the opening ceremony, including the student representative who would be responsible for speaking at the ceremony.
"I heard he's a cold-blooded little brother."
Yang Xu was very excited and after lunch he insisted that Song Youran accompany him to the senior teaching building to see his younger brother.
Song Youran had no interest in the little brother, but Yang Xu still pulled her arm and dragged her up to the third floor.
The door of the classroom where the little brother was was not closed. Yang Xu was peeking in the doorway when a girl came over and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Yang Xu said, "Let's look for Wen Chu, Senior Wen."
When Song Youran heard the name, she immediately shook off Yang Xu's hand.
The girl turned around and shouted into the classroom: "Wen Chu, someone is looking for you."
Wen Chu, who was buried in a book, looked up. The boy standing at the door was a stranger. He was twisting his neck and yelling at the corridor, "Song Youran! Song Youran, what are you doing?"
Song Youran?
uncle!
Wen Chu ran to the classroom door, but the familiar figure was no longer in the corridor.
Yang Xu's face lit up and turned red: "Senior!"
Wen Chu lowered his eyes to look at the boy in front of him: "I don't know you."
Yang Xu reacted and immediately calmed down. He cleared his throat and introduced himself: "Senior, I'm a freshman in Class 3 of Year 1. My name is Yang Xu."
"oh."
Seeing the initial lack of interest, Yang Xu's mind raced: "This is what I mean, Senior, I'm very interested in the anime world, and I'd like to ask you about the recruitment period for the anime club."
As Song Youran called him, Wen Chu's answer lived up to his nickname: "I don't know. I'm not in charge of recruiting new members for the club."
"Hey, senior, wait a minute!"
Unwilling to let their first meeting end like this, Yang Xu stopped Wen Chu who was turning back to the classroom.
"Senior, can you add me as a friend? The club will be recruiting new members later, so please let me know."
Wen Chu coldly refused: "There will be a notice on the forum when we recruit new members."
Yang Xu didn't give up: "What if I didn't see it, what if I missed it?"
Wen Chu glanced at him and said, "Then come back next year."
Yang Xu lowered his head, wondering if this could be considered as dying before achieving success.
Wen Chu was halfway there when he suddenly came back.
"Junior, how many of you are joining the club?"
Yang Xu raised his head instantly: "Senior, if you want a few, I can bring them over. I have a lot of friends."
"Okay." Wen Chu took out his phone, "Let's add friends."
Yang Xu returned to the classroom with a silly smile on his face, and the smile lasted until noon the next day.
Song Youran: "Are you crazy?"
Yang Xu held his cheeks with both hands: "I feel like spring has arrived."
Song Youran was speechless. She picked up the braised pork from Yang Xu's plate and stuffed it into her mouth. "Don't waste it if you don't eat it."
Yang Xu chuckled: "You Ran, did you know? Senior and I are friends..."
From then on, until Song Youran put down her chopsticks, Yang Xu never stopped talking. The senior he mentioned became a rare existence that existed only in heaven and on earth.
Song Youran's ears were about to explode. She stood up and said, "I'm done eating. Feel free to do whatever you want."
Yang Xu glanced at the few pieces of pure fat braised pork on the plate and grabbed Song Youran's arm. "Youran, join the anime club with me?"
Song Youran ruthlessly refused: "I need to study, I don't have time."
After the opening ceremony, many photos of Wen Chu appeared on the school forum, from various angles and backgrounds.
Even though Song Youran said she didn't agree, she had to admit in her heart that Wen Chu was a sun that was brighter than the princess.
When Song Youran was kicked by Yang Xu into the shouting crowd, he decided to pull the sun down from the sky.
Song Youran turned into a charging ball, smashing through the crowd of people cursing and swearing. The crowd split to both sides. Yang Xu controlled the ball and went deep, carrying Song Youran all the way to the front of the crowd.
Just like a football game going on on the playground, Wen Chu ran with the ball, his blue jersey left afterimages in the air, and the wind was filled with passionate shouts carrying Wen Chu's name.
"Come on, Wen Chu!"
"Wen Chu, you are the best!"
Song Youran didn't want to cheer for Wen Chu, and her lips were pursed like a clam.
Someone stopped Wen Chu at the toilet door and confessed to him. After being rejected, he continued the next day. This incident was posted online, and others followed suit. Wen Chu began to be stopped by various students in various places in the school and confessed to them.
Wen Chu said that after a while, everyone's enthusiasm would fade and they would no longer pay attention to him.
Song Youran was half-believing: "If someone confesses to you again, just tell them you have someone you like."
Wen Chu said "Okay", and Song Youran said, "Don't play football anymore."
Wen Chu tilted his head and asked, "Why?"
Song Youran dug out some cream from the medicine box with one finger and spread it evenly on Wen Chu's sunburned face and arms. "Does it hurt?"
Wen Chu blinked: "...It hurts."
Song Youran sneered, "Serves you right! Next time you play football, apply the medicine yourself."
Wen Chu muttered softly: "Okay, then don't kick it."
As the autumn leaves fell one by one, Song Youran put away all the loose clothes in the closet.
He ran on the playground every day, and the sun dyed his skin a healthy wheat color.
He had grown taller and stronger, with a thin layer of muscle covering his arms. He could kill two Yang Xus with one punch.
Yang Xu's school uniform became visibly looser. He used chopsticks to ruin the food on the plate with a sad face. Song Youran couldn't bear to watch it and asked him what was wrong.
Yang Xu said, "The senior is so cold to me, he doesn't even pay any attention to me. Wow, is it because I didn't recruit enough students to join the club?"
Song Youran gloated: "I'm a cold-hearted little brother, so of course I'm cold to you."
Yang Xu wailed, "This isn't the most heartbreaking thing. There's a rumor going around that my senior has someone else. Woohoo, I was planning on marrying him in the future."
Song Youran slammed her chopsticks down and said, "You wish!"
"Oh, it's just wishful thinking that makes me feel the cruel reality." Yang Xu took out his phone, "Many people have left the group after knowing that the senior has someone in his heart. I think I should leave too."
"Let's quit," Song Youran picked up the chopsticks. "The sooner you quit, the sooner you can get out of this pit."
Yang Xu couldn't taste the food, so he took two bites and finished his lunch: "Brother, I'm leaving first. Don't worry about me. I'm just going to work like a slave, woo woo."
The animation club took on an activity outside the school. Yang Xu was a new member of the club, and his other name was Coolie.
Everyone in the club is busy, except Wen Chu.
He sits in his special chair every day, either reading novels or playing with his camera, and rarely talks to people.
Yang Xu would tease him whenever he had nothing to do, and was severely injured by the cold every time.
The president found Yang Xu and warned him not to disturb the club's mascot again.
Animation clubs have high expenses, and it is impossible to maintain operations relying solely on membership fees. School support and commercial sponsorship are the main sources of funding for the club.
As a school celebrity, Wen Chu could be successful in any club he joined. The club president begged Wen Chu for two days before he reluctantly agreed.
Now Yang Xu’s actions not only hurt Wen Chu’s personal interests, but also hurt the interests of all members of the society.
The president used his trump card: "If you can't do it, I can only ask you to leave."
Anyway, there are plenty of people who want to join the anime club.
On the day of the anime club activity, Song Youran went to cram school as usual. After coming back at noon, she went to the warehouse to organize all the things that the Wen family had sent some time ago.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Wen Chu had not returned yet.
Song Youran put her homework into her schoolbag, washed up, and lay down on the bed.
He heard the sound of a car engine in a daze. He turned over and hugged the quilt. After a while, he punched the pillow hard, pushed away the quilt and sat up.
"Why are you so late?" Song Youran pushed open the door angrily.
Under the light, a girl with white hair and red clothes was taking off her clothes. She turned around when she heard the sound.
"uncle?"
The girl had Wen Chu's face and voice.
"How did you get into this?"
When Wen Chu went out in the morning, he was not dressed like this.
Song Youran picked up a strand of white hair and rubbed it between her fingers. It felt hard, like synthetic fiber. She turned the girl's face and took a closer look. It was indeed Wen Chu's face.
Wen Chu pulled at his collar and felt a little hot with two sets of clothes wrapped around him.
"Some classmates couldn't come, and they couldn't find anyone else, so they let me play."
Song Youran pinched her lightly made-up face gently, not too hard: "Like a girl."
Wen Chu explained seriously: "The character I play is a man."
Song Youran deliberately said: "Oh, the character is male, and you are female."
Wen Chu glanced at the smirk on Song Youran's face and said, "I'm a man too."
Song Youran laughed and circled around the white-haired boy with his red shirt half open, looking at him.
Wen Chu's forehead was covered with sweat: "Uncle, what are you looking at?"
Song Youran: "Look at you."
Song Youran turned, and Wen Chu turned too, just like the earth revolves around the sun and the sun rotates on itself.
Wen Chu's sweat was getting more and more on his head. He felt that his private clothes were all wet. He pulled open his collar with force and took off a silver hidden button.
"Uncle, stop turning. I feel dizzy."
It was his first time playing a role, and he was not used to the clothes and makeup. He didn't use the camera he brought with him, but was instead constantly being pulled into other people's shots.
"Uncle?" he begged.
Her messy long hair got caught somewhere on her clothes, and when she moved her head, she felt a tearing pain from the place where the wig was fixed.
"ah!"
With her shoulders supported, Song Youran finally stopped and said, "Don't move."
She reached behind his head, followed the hooked hair down, and touched the place where the sequins were caught, untying them easily.
Wen Chu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to shake his head when Song Youran stopped him: "Don't move!"
Song Youran asked him to sit on the chair, tied up his waist-length white hair, and fixed it with a pencil.
"Look at you, you can't even take off your clothes, are you an idiot?" Song Youran slapped away Wen Chu's hand that was pulling the collar again, touched the hidden buttons along the direction of the collar, and unbuttoned them one by one.
"You can take it off the same way you put it on. It's such a simple principle, don't you understand?"
Wen Chu muttered, "Someone else helped me put it on."
"You really are a young master."
Song Youran threw the red dress she had taken off to the ground. "Sit down! Now I'll help you take off your wig."
Wen Chu sat down obediently, raised his head, and said seriously: "Thank you, uncle."
"Hmph, stop pretending to be good!"
It was also Song Youran's first time helping someone remove a wig, and she was half groping and half boldly trying.
Wen Chu: “Ah!”
Song Youran hit his arm, "What the hell are you yelling about!"
Wen Chu's eyes were red: "Hiss...it hurts."
Song Youran frowned: "It hurts, so what do you mean by pain?"
Wen Chu felt wronged: "It hurts~"
Song Youran was angry: "Just bear with the pain!"
Wen Chu knew he was wrong: "Okay."
After a while, he tugged at Song Youran's sleeve and said, "Uncle, be gentle."
"You talk too much nonsense!"
Song Youran touched the clip that fixed the wig, pinched it gently with her fingers, and slowly pulled it out bit by bit.
Wen Chu stopped crying out in pain.
After taking off the wig, Song Youran broke out in a sweat.
Loosening her soft hair that was weighed down by the hairnet, Song Youran said, "Don't wear a wig anymore."
"Yeah." Wen Chu closed his eyes and shook his head, "I won't wear it anymore."
Real hair feels great.
Song Youran: "Grow your hair longer."
"Well, I'll do my hair..."
Wen Chu opened his eyes: "Uncle, boys can't have long hair."
"Come on! You just said that the character you play is a man. How come he can stay but you can't?"
How can this be the same?
Wen Chu was distressed and tried to convince Song Youran: "He is an anime character, but I am not."
Song Youran crossed her arms and said, "Stop dithering. It's up to you whether you want to stay or not!"
Wen Chu stammered, "The school rules say boys can't..."
Song Youran narrowed her eyes.
Wen Chu: “…”
He knew that Song Youran was angry again.
A month later.
The head teacher called Wen Chu to the office.
"Class monitor, what's wrong with your hair? I told you last time that as a student representative, you should lead by example."
Wen Chu said with a sluggish face: "I can't set an example in the future."
The head teacher put down the thermos cup he had just picked up and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"I'm growing my hair out."
The head teacher glanced out the window and asked, "Does the sun rise from the east today?"
She held her forehead and sighed: "Do your parents know?"
Wen Chu shook his head: "When their hair grows longer, they will see it and understand it naturally."
"Okay." The head teacher picked up the thermos cup again, "You go back to the classroom first."
After school that day, Song Youran did not wait for Wen Chu.
After Uncle Zhong finished the call, he told Song Youran that Wen Chu had been picked up in advance by Song Hongtao's driver.
Wen Chu, who did not return home all night, was blocked by Song Youran at the classroom door the next day.
Wen Chu's eyes twinkled with stars: "Uncle, can we get to know each other now?"
Song Youran was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, "What did you do yesterday?"
"Well..." Wen Chu's head drooped, "It's hard to say."
Song Youran exhaled through her nose: "Do you want to get beaten?"
"Okay, I'm going to see a psychiatrist." With that initial thought, the rest of the sentence was easy to say. "I told my grandfather I had gender identity disorder, but he didn't believe me. He asked a psychiatrist to run a lot of tests on me."
Song Youran looked Wen Chu up and down: "Are you really a girl?"
"No." Wen Chu quickly explained, "You were the one who asked me to grow my hair long."
Song Youran was surprised: "I didn't ask you to pretend to be a girl."
"But boys can't have long hair." Wen Chu insisted, "Only girls can have long hair."
Song Youran was at a loss for words: "What will happen next? Will you still wear women's clothes?"
Wen Chu avoided Song Youran's gaze and turned his head to the side: "I don't want to wear women's clothes."
Song Youran stared at Wen Chu's flushed cheeks, her eyes rolling, "What should I do if I want to see it?"
Wen Chu turned his head back and said firmly to Song Youran, "Uncle, I'm not a real girl!"
Song Youran burst out laughing: "Hahaha!"
He narrowed his eyes and looked up at the blue sky and white clouds outside the corridor. The sky was so high, the earth was so vast, and the world was so big.
Wen Chu stared at Song Youran's relaxed smile without blinking.
So this is what laughter is like!
He opened his mouth and imitated Song Youran, making a few very low sounds: Ha, ha, ha.
But in my mind, there appeared an image of a villain covered in black, laughing wildly with his head tilted up to the sky.
Shaking his head, throwing off his villain image, Wen Chu tugged at Song Youran's sleeve and said, "Uncle, can we get to know each other now?"
Song Youran condescended: "We can get to know each other occasionally, but you can't call me uncle."
Wen Chu was embarrassed: "If not uncle, what should I call?"
The bell was about to ring, and the students in the corridor rushed to the classroom. Song Youran walked away: "Think about it yourself."
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