Yu Chengsong was serious about what he said last night. This morning, Yin Gu didn’t see his deskmate for three consecutive classes. There was only a table full of A4 papers with snacks written on it, silently declaring its presence.
Math, chemistry, and English teachers even asked why Qian Xiaoyu’s deskmate asked for leave, but no one asked “why Yu Chengsong didn’t come.”
Yin Gu didn’t know whether he should be impressed by his deskmate’s freedom in coming and going as he pleased or curious about what Yu Chengsong had done before that made the teachers give up on him.
In the fourth session, someone finally asked because it was the physics class, which was taught by the head teacher.
Lao Li walked in with a teacup in hand, smiling broadly. He turned around and saw the empty seat next to Yin Gu. His smile disappeared instantly, and he was so surprised that his voice broke: “Yu Chengsong didn’t come?!”
The disbelief in Lao Li’s tone made Yin Gu feel that his deskmate was a good child who never arrived late or left early. Today, his sudden absence from class shocked the whole teacher’s family.
Lao Li’s gaze fell on him, with a bold “What’s going on?” in his eyes, as if he had an unshirkable responsibility for Yu Chengsong’s skipping classes.
But he didn’t intend to respond.
Yu Chengsong didn’t tell him anything last night, so whatever he says now could be wrong. And given Yu Chengsong’s personality, this kind of thing should happen frequently, and someone will definitely clean up the mess.
Sure enough, Qian Xiaoyu raised his hand and said loudly with inexplicable pride, “Song Ge has a cold.”
Yin Gu held back his laughter, it really was a gang crime.
He has a cold… Maybe he got drunk on the milk tea and can’t get up.
What surprised him even more was that Lao Li actually believed this excuse, which had been used by the students so many times already.
“Why didn’t he call me to ask for leave? He definitely can’t come for the whole day. I don’t know if he has taken his medicine. Who of you can contact him after class—” Lao Li then was interrupted by Qian Xiaoyu in the middle of his words.
Qian Xiaoyu continued to raise his hand and seriously said, “Song Ge said he has taken it.”
Yin Gu: “Puff…”
If your Song Ge knew that you were this brave, he might have asked me to ask for a leave last night.
“…Okay,” Lao Li paused and said to them, “If you have something to do in the future, remember to call me first to ask for leave. Don’t skip classes secretly. If Director Han catches you, he will have to call your parents… Let’s start our class first. Take out the exercises distributed yesterday, and we will talk about…”
Yu Chengsong got up early in the morning. Last night, his mother made a scene in the middle of the night because of the cup of sugar-free milk green tea. She insisted that he had evil intentions and was going to commit murder. Yu Chengdi was so scared that he held his head and cried. He was so kind that he took the poor little idiot to his bedroom to sleep with him. As a result, the little idiot didn’t sleep, but when he fell asleep, he attached the electric toothbrush and grinded his teeth all night.
The sound of “crunch, crunch, crunch” was still playing on loop in his head.
He rubbed his temples as he went upstairs. He hadn’t slept all night and had a fight in the morning. Not only was his whole body sore, but his head also ached intermittently as if it were struck by an electric drill.
He feels unhappy—very unhappy.
Why should he be assigned to Class 16? Why should Class 16 be on the fourth floor? Why should he go to school? Why should he fight? Why, why, why?
When he is in a bad mood, he is just like a book—”One Hundred Thousand Whys.”
F*ck.
“Ai, if you ask me, you should just go home and sleep. I’ll turn on the front camera for you to look at your face now.” Zhou Zheyu put the phone in front of him, “You look just like a poor father who gave birth to a premature baby at eight months and hasn’t had the confinement period yet, tsk tsk tsk.”
Yu Chengsong narrowed his eyes and looked at the person on the phone. His face, which was full of annoyance, could be personified into a common word—f*ck your mother.
“Didn’t I give birth to you after eight months of pregnancy?” Yu Chengsong pushed the phone away. “Didn’t I ejaculate you out? What? How come you have your own pursuit of infertility and uterus?”
“F*ck, you’re so fond of p*rn.” Zhou Zheyu covered his face and said, “I really like it.”
When they reached the classroom door, the two men parted ways. Zhou Zheyu shouted “report” from the front door, and Yu Chengsong went directly in from the back door.
“Report, teacher, I just had diarrhea.” Zhou Zheyu said while standing at the door.
Lao Li waved his hand and let him in, then looked back and said, “Yu Chengsong, have you recovered from your cold?”
Yu Chengsong pulled out the chair and sat on it with a sullen face, not even raising his head. “I am seriously ill and plan to die in school. I will give you guys three days off.”
“You-this kid… come to my office after class, I’ll get you some medicine.” Lao Li said.
“Lao Li, you are still so handsome today that I can’t look at you straight!” Zhou Zheyu clapped his hands.
Yu Chengsong took off his jacket, spread it on the table, and laid down to sleep.
The class was quite quiet when Lao Li was giving a lecture, but he still didn’t sleep well.
In the dream, a group of electric toothbrushes became spirits, surrounding him and making a squeaking sound. Even if Yu Chengsong had eight heads, they would not be enough to explode. Until he smelled an aroma—the aroma of malt… Ah no, the aroma of cream.
He tried to open his eyes. He didn’t know when he changed from sleeping on his stomach to sleeping on his side. There shouldn’t be any red marks on his face, right… His vision went from blurry to clear, and Yin Gu’s profile appeared in front of him along with the matcha multilayer cake in his hand.
“Good afternoon.” Seeing that he was awake, Yin Gu unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and placed it on his desk. “Did you stay up late last night?”
Yu Chengsong frowned, he still hasn’t reacted yet. He stared at him for a long time before he sat up, rubbing his neck. The bones and joints in his body were creaking and roaring, as if he were about to transform.
He rubbed his head irritably and casually pushed his bangs back with his fingers twice, then took out a black rubber band from his pocket and tied it behind his head, and then said in a hoarse voice, “Staying up all night my ass, I didn’t sleep all night, f*ck it.”
Yin Gu looked at the tug, as well as the handsome and unusually arrogant face that was finally fully exposed, and remained silent.
Yu Chengsong took the mineral water and drank half a bottle in one breath before he felt his mind clear up a little. He turned to ask him, “Where did you buy it?”
Yin Gu was stunned.
“Multilayer cakes.” Yu Chengsong said.
“The ordered takeout is from a store called ‘Not Too Bad’.” Yin Gu said.
“How much is it? I’ll buy it—” said Yu Chengsong.
“Not for sale.” Yin Gu smiled.
“This good kid, I really want to have a fight now. Don’t challenge my endurance.” Yu Chengsong leaned back in his chair, shook his head, took out his phone, and clicked on it. There were more than ten unread messages, making him lose interest in clicking on them.
“I’m not selling them, they’re free for deskmate.” Yin Gu pushed both boxes of multilayer cake onto his desk. “Are you in such a bad mood?”
“To f*ck the sky kind of mood.” Yu Chengsong took one box and pushed back another. “Thank you, I’ll treat you to a good meal tomorrow.”
“Fighting again?” Yin Gu asked.
Yu Chengsong glanced at him and said nothing.
“The wound on your face is quite obvious—more obvious than the bloody streak yesterday. Are you sure you don’t want me to accompany you to the infirmary?” Yin Gu held his chin, and the look in his eyes was still full of genuine concern.
“You don’t need to go to high school anymore, really.” Yu Chengsong opened the cake box, and the sweet but not greasy aroma of whipped cream made him sigh comfortably. Whoever invented the cream should be awarded a certificate and an eraser. “It would be a waste of your talent if you didn’t sell insurance with this kind of persistence. I will show you a way out. If you sell medical insurance, you will definitely have enough food to eat.”
“I think this wound will leave a scar.” Yin Gu said.
“I think you have nothing better to do right now.” Yu Chengsong took a bite of the multilayer cake. Matcha honey beans are always amazing.
“Do you grow up very ugly?” Yin Gu asked.
“I’m going to beat you ah.” Yu Chengsong glanced at him. He still missed it yesterday. One more thing should be added to Yin Gu’s personality. He is very good at flirting. “Deskmate, I advise you that if your eyesight is not good, get treatment as soon as possible. It costs 20 yuan to take a taxi to the city hospital. Anything over 20 yuan is an illegal taxi. No need to thank me, just call me father.”
Yin Gu was not frightened at all. Instead, he smiled and said, “You will be ugly if it leaves scars.”
He originally had phoenix eyes, and his upper eyelids naturally covered part of his eyeballs, so he looked like he was smiling even when he was not smiling. Now that he was smiling on purpose, Yu Chengsong felt that his fist was about to be out of control and hit him in the face.
“F*ck, you can also eat it if you want to, but please don’t chant in my ear. Okay? Young man.” Yu Chengsong said as he raised his hand to wipe the wound on his face. It was cut by the tip of a knife. He didn’t pay attention to it at the time, but it hurts so much now.
He let this son of a b*tch, Yin Gu, talk about it, and now he began to worry as well.
It won’t really leave a scar, right? His stunningly handsome face…
Yin Gu put the last straw on the scale of his heart, and the corners of his lips curved slightly: “If it does not leave a scar, I will call you father.”
Yu Chengsong: “……”
Damn, if it’s such a big deal, he’s bound to believe it.
