Chapter 18
"Wen Chu, wait for me!"
The girl caught up and tilted her head to look at Wen Chu's face.
All the lights in the corridor were out, and both of their faces were covered in a hazy darkness.
Girl: “Are you really angry?”
Wen Chu looked forward: "I'm not angry."
The girl didn't believe it and said that if she walked so fast, she must be angry.
Wen Chu is tall and has long legs. Unless he walks slowly, girls can't keep up with him.
The girl gasped and almost ran: "Don't be so stingy, I didn't mean it."
It was almost eleven o'clock, and the teaching building was pitch black. All the students and teachers had left, and there was no one else except them.
Wen Chu turned on the light on his phone to illuminate the steps under his feet.
The girl explained carefully: "The head teacher asked me to go at the last minute. I really didn't mean to not go."
Wen Chu took out a pink envelope from his pocket and handed it over: "Here's yours."
The girl bit her lip: "Why are you like this!"
Wen Chu loosened his grip and the envelope fell from his fingers.
"You are so tasteless!"
The girl picked up the envelope and shouted to the bottom of the stairs: "Your heart is smaller than the tip of a needle. Are you worthy of being a man?"
Wen Chu turned a deaf ear to it, slowly went downstairs, left the teaching building, and walked to the main road.
The surrounding scenery was illuminated by street lights. Wen Chu turned off the light on his mobile phone. Suddenly, his shoulder was hit and his phone almost fell to the ground.
Wen Chu steadied himself and looked up to see the girl's back gradually running away.
The girl wrote him a love letter and asked him to meet her in the woods. He went, but the girl didn't come.
The original intention was to return the love letter to the girl, so it doesn't matter where you return it.
He didn't even know the girl's name.
After walking out of the school gate, Wen Chu saw the girl again. She stood in front of him, her face slightly red. She wanted to look up at him but deliberately didn't. She said with a guilty conscience and a proud attitude, "Don't take the bus. I'll let my dad take you."
There was a car parked on the side of the road. The man had one hand on the open door, looking over the roof at them with a smile.
Wen Chu ignored the girl and walked around her. He heard the girl calling his name angrily from behind.
"Wen Chu!"
It was exactly half past eleven when I returned to the apartment. There was no one in the house and Song Youran had not returned.
After Song Youran entered high school, she planned to live on campus, but he disagreed. They both took a step back and decided not to live on campus or return to the villa. Instead, they rented a three-bedroom apartment near the school.
In my senior year of high school, I go out early and come back late, and I have only one day off on the weekend, so I have to squeeze in time to wash my hair.
Wen Chu wrung out his hair, wrapped it with a towel, and sat in the living room, blowing it slowly with a hair dryer.
My hair is too long and it takes at least fifteen minutes to completely dry it.
Fifteen minutes is enough to do a lot of other things.
If Song Youran were here, she wouldn't have to do it herself. After drying her hair, Wen Chu's arms felt sore.
Half asleep and half awake, Wen Chu felt his neck being pinched. When he opened his mouth, a wet tongue entered.
"uncle……!"
Song Youran was very mean and deliberately rolled him up in the quilt and pressed him underneath.
Wen Chu couldn't move his limbs, wrapped in the cup like a pitiful cicada pupa. He refused to open his mouth, so Song Youran bit his nose and cheeks until he did...
Wen Chu felt like he was wrapped in a huge mass of monster slime and was about to be eaten.
Song Youran's forehead rested against his, her hot breath spraying on his damp cheek. He heard Song Youran ask him, "Are you sleepy?"
I’m sleepy, stop making trouble!
The only sound that came out was "hmm".
Wen Chu's lips were kissed again, and the quilt wrapped around him was lifted a little. A hand came in and pulled open his pajamas. Song Youran murmured vaguely in his ear: "If you want to sleep, cooperate."
How to cooperate?
Song Youran rubbed vigorously for a long time, but the person beneath her didn't move at all... Giving up, Song Youran rolled over and lay down beside her, looking at the dark ceiling and asked, "Are you sick?"
No one will admit that they are sick.
The mattress shook, and Wen Chu, after putting on his pants, got out of bed and opened the door.
The door opened and closed. Song Youran sat up, took out her cell phone and leaned against the head of the bed to play games. She played for five minutes, but Wen Chu still hadn't come back.
Song Youran didn't wait any longer, he knew where Wen Chu was.
The curtains in the guest bedroom were not drawn, and a bulging figure could be vaguely seen on the bed. Song Youran lifted the quilt and crawled in.
Wen Chu hissed, "You're pressing on my hair."
This guy is so stupid, he can't even run far.
Song Youran brushed the hair out from under her shoulders and said, half complaining, half sighing, "Your hair is too long."
The bed in the guest bedroom was too small. Wen Chu turned over and faced the wall: "You were the one who asked me to stay."
Song Youran sprawled out, deliberately pushing Wen Chu against the wall. "You stayed just because I told you to? You're so obedient. Well, I won't let you keep your hair now. Go get it cut."
Wen Chu remained silent. Song Youran chuckled, "You sound better when you talk than when you sing. Why didn't you kiss me when I asked you to?"
Wen Chu continued to remain silent.
The more Song Youran thought about it, the angrier he became. The person who revealed his cards first would be the loser. He could lose, but he could never admit defeat.
"To tell you the truth, I once liked a girl who had very long hair and was very beautiful. Later, she left and I couldn't see her, so I asked you to keep your hair long."
Wen Chuyi remained motionless. Seeing this, Song Youran became even more outspoken. "Do you think I kissed you because I like you? Don't be so self-indulgent. If you didn't look a bit like her, I wouldn't even consider you her replacement..."
The air suddenly became silent. Song Youran pursed his lips, realizing that he had said the wrong thing.
Wen Chu didn't move or speak. Song Youran reached out to twist his shoulders. "Why are you always facing the wall? Are you angry?"
Song Youran had made up his mind. If Wen Chu refused to turn around, he would hug him from behind, kiss his neck, tickle him, and say a few nice words.
Unexpectedly, Wen Chu's body was soft, and with a slight pull, he lay flat on the bed.
Eyes closed, breathing heavily, is he asleep?
Song Youran gritted his teeth. He had said so much with so much effort, but this guy actually fell asleep!
When did you fall asleep?
Did he fall asleep right from the start?
Song Youran leaned over and bit the soft and elastic cheek hard with her teeth.
Wen Chuyi slapped him in the face while he was sleeping. Song Youran grabbed his hand and rubbed his smooth wrist with his fingertips. The teeth marks on his skin were still there because he had been merciless when he spoke to him.
"I really want to bite you to death!"
Song Youran lowered her head, her teeth gleaming fiercely, and kissed the soft palm.
Wen Chu slept too late and couldn't wake up in the morning, so Song Youran shook him awake vigorously.
"If you don't get up, you'll be late."
Wen Chu sighed, staggered out of bed, groped his way to the bathroom, and was stuffed with a toothbrush in his hand.
Song Youran changed her clothes, went to the kitchen to put the pre-made breakfast into the microwave, then returned to the bathroom, took the mace-shaped comb from Wen Chu's hand, and quickly helped him tidy his hair.
"I didn't get my e-donkey back yesterday. We need to take a bus to school today. The online taxi is only ten minutes away. Hurry up."
The person who was making "hmm" sounds didn't even open his eyes as he slowly walked to the bedroom to change clothes, which made Song Youran furious.
It’s true that the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is!
After finally getting on the bus, Wen Chu started to act weird again, saying that the pre-prepared breakfast was unpalatable and he had no appetite.
Song Youran didn't indulge him and stuffed the big meat bun into his mouth: "If you don't eat it, you'll starve to death."
Wen Chu closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, "I want to sleep a little longer."
Song Youran snorted coldly, his eyes wandering over the face of the person who was taking a nap, and his movements of rolling the meat buns slowly became more gentle.
Wen Chu has fair skin, which is both natural and due to his limited exposure to sunlight. He has a high nose bridge and upturned eyebrows, perhaps because they have not fully grown yet, and he has a kind of neutral beauty that transcends gender. In addition, his hair is long and reaches his waist, so many boys in the school like to make fun of him privately.
Wen Chu never cared, never cared who he went to the toilet with, never cared about having physical contact with others.
Song Youran took a big bite of the meat bun.
The two separated after entering the school gate. Wen Chu was going to the teaching building for morning self-study, while Song Youran didn't have to go to morning self-study and was going to the playground to run.
Song Youran stuffed the remaining buns into Wen Chu's pocket: "Eat them if you want, or not. If you don't, throw them away!"
Wen Chu ate buns while climbing the stairs and threw away the plastic bag containing the buns before entering the classroom.
After class at noon, Wen Chu went to Song Youran’s classroom to find him, and they went to the cafeteria together.
On the way, Wen Chu told Song Youran that Yang Xu asked him to go out and play on the weekend.
Song Youran scoffed, "Is he asking me out, or you?"
Wen Chu said, "Ask you."
"Ask me a date? Is my phone dead? If he asked me out instead of messaging me, he would message you?"
Wen Chu said, "He might be embarrassed to tell you."
Song Youran chuckled.
Wen Chu asked, "Are you still going this weekend?"
Song Youran asked back, "If I don't go, will you go see him?"
Wen Chu said nothing. He looked up at the clouds in the sky and said after a while, "The weather forecast says it will be sunny on Sunday."
Song Youran tutted, "Don't play dumb with me."
Wen Chu: “Ha, ha!”
Song Youran pursed her lips, and there was a glint in Wen Chu's eyes, which was what he would do when he was happy.
Are you so happy to meet Yang Xu?
After the afternoon training, Song Youran sat on the track and sent a message to Yang Xu.
Song Youran: Are you crazy? How dare you use me?
Yang Xu: I'll use you to bite me! [Proud]
Song Youran: [rolling eyes] What's the difference between biting you and biting [poop]?
Yang Xu: You ate [poop] in your mouth. [Proud]
Song Youran: [Proud] Yes, I ate your [poop]
Yang Xu: [Angry] If it weren’t for the fact that you are my senior’s uncle, believe it or not, I would have turned against you.
Song Youran: [rolling eyes] You roll!
Yang Xu: [wittily] You are my senior’s uncle, I won’t translate.
Song Youran: No future [contempt]
The two of them exchanged emojis, neither of them giving in.
After so many years, Yang Xu still likes Wen Chu, and Wen Chu's attitude towards Yang Xu has changed a bit, and they can be considered friends with whom he can chat.
Originally, Yang Xu thought that Song Youran and Wen Chu were a couple, but later he found out that Wen Chu insisted on calling Song Youran uncle in public and in private. After Yang Xu understood the relationship between the two, he unilaterally ended the cold war with Song Youran.
After the high school entrance examination, Song Youran went to No. 3 Middle School. Although No. 3 Middle School was not too bad, it was far inferior to the high school Wen Chu attended.
Yang Xu always followed in the footsteps of his senior, but he didn't expect that his senior was even more Song Youran than Song Youran - Song Youran failed to go to Jiangbei for the princess, and now it was his senior's turn to go to No. 3 Middle School for his uncle.
Yang Xu later learned that Wen Chu had transferred schools, but it was too late. His family would not agree to him giving up his place in a prestigious school and going to a high school that was not even on the rankings.
Yang Xu: It’s all your fault for tricking the senior into going to your school. Do you know how lonely I am now?
Song Youran: I don’t know.
Yang Xu: [Angry] My senior is going to take the college entrance exam soon. Do you know which university he plans to apply to?
Song Youran: You are not taking the exam with him, so why are you in such a hurry?
Yang Xu: If you have such lofty ambitions, I should work harder. Why would I just be a lazy person like you? [rolling eyes]
Song Youran: Maybe he will go abroad. He has studied in several countries during previous summer vacations and was always very happy when he came back. He probably won’t stay in China.
Yang Xu: [crying] Is this true? I definitely can't go abroad. My parents won't let me go.
Song Youran: Then sever your love with a knife. I'll give you a [Dagger].
Yang Xu: [sad] What about you? Are you going abroad too?
Song Youran: I am a salted fish, I am dry and can’t swim
Yang Xu: [happy] Then let’s apply to University A together.
Song Youran: A salted fish can get into University A and still be called a salted fish [Dagger] [Dagger]
If given the chance, Song Youran doesn't want to stay in City A.
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