11 : Cold everywhere

 Lying on the ground, Chen Zhoumu was also stunned. The soft touch still seemed to be on his lips. He felt that Song Shi was cold all over, including his earlobe.

For a moment, no one spoke. The older brother, who had just been frightened, jumped onto Song Shi's back and sat down, lazily licking his fur.

As if sensing something, the older brother meowed a few times, and the two of them moved.

"Cough, are you alright?" Song Shi slowly propped himself up, and the older brother on his back jumped onto the bed and lay on the covers looking at the two of them.

"N-nothing." Chen Zhoumu also slowly sat up. Only then did he feel the pain, and he frowned and groaned.

He raised his hand and saw a long wound on his arm, still oozing blood.

After the wound was treated, the two of them tacitly pretended that nothing had happened.

After Chen Zhoumu went to take a shower, Song Shi sat in a chair and breathed a sigh of relief. He took out his test paper to distract himself for a while. There was a knock on the dormitory door.

A head peeked in from outside. It was Tang Ze.

He opened the door and walked in, his gaze sweeping over the bloodstained tissues in the trash can. "Wow, you guys are really something?"

Song Shi gave him a speechless look.

"Old Song, it's not that I misunderstood, He Xi just sent me something," Tang Ze said, winking.

"It's about you two, it's incredibly explosive."

"And with the commotion you two made just now, I'm afraid the whole building knows."

"If you have nothing else to say, go upstairs," Song Shi said without looking up.

"Yes, yes, the joint entrance exam is coming up soon, can I borrow one of your notes?" Tang Ze's face instantly became obsequious.

"It's in my bag, find it yourself."

"Okay."

After Tang Ze took the things and left, Song Shi's phone kept ringing.

He put down his pen; the message was from Tang Ze, who had just left.

Ze Shao is the Most Handsome: [Old Song, if you ask me, it's not impossible for you and Chen Zhoumu to date, I support it.]

Ze Shao is the Most Handsome: [But there's one thing, you have to be on top, for my sake.]

Ze Shao is the Most Handsome: [And I heard they say it's pretty uncomfortable on the bottom, so I sacrificed a little to find you some experience videos.]

Ze Shao is the Most Handsome: [Video]

[Video]

[...]

Ze Shao is the Most Handsome: [By the way, they also said young people... should be restrained!]

S: [Get lost!]

*

On their way to the teaching building in the morning, Song Shi, who was walking inside, noticed the list of outstanding students on both sides of the road. He looked to the side and saw Chen Zhoumu at the very top.

The photo was a bit yellowed, and he didn't know when it had been pasted up.

Song Shi suddenly wondered if he would have avoided doing those things if he had looked at the list on the first day.

Chen Zhoumu, who was walking ahead, noticed that the person next to him hadn't come over, turned around and saw the other person standing in front of the list looking at it seriously.

He stepped back and moved closer.

"Tsk, looks like we'll have to retake it. This photo doesn't show how handsome I am anymore."

Song Shi raised an eyebrow. "Not that handsome either."

"Song's eyesight might not be very good."

"Why don't you take another look?"

Song Shi turned his head and met Chen Zhoumu's face. His slightly upturned peach blossom eyes were full of smiles, there was a small mole at the corner of his right eye, his lips were slightly upturned, his eyelashes were clearly defined, and he was indeed somewhat captivating.

But the next second, Song Shi pushed his face away.

What's with the flirting?

*

Song Shi was called away by Jiang Man when he arrived at the classroom. He went to the office, and Jiang Man sat down and first asked him about his recent situation before getting to the point.

"The student excellence list has just been updated. Go to the education office to take photos later. Oh, and by the way," she took out a stack of test papers from her drawer, "these are past joint exam papers. They've all done them. Take them and do them too."

"If you don't understand anything, you can ask Chen Zhoumu."

Song Shi: "...Okay."

"Oh right, I almost forgot. Ask him to come along for the photos. His photo was taken in his first year of high school and it's all blurry now. Let's take it together."

After leaving the office, she saw Chen Zhoumu sleeping on his desk outside the window of Class 1. His head was under his school uniform, because she had long since lost it.

And like the Princess and the Pea, Chen Zhoumu said the desk was too hard and forcefully (crossed out) coaxed and pleaded to take Song Shi's school uniform.

When Song Shi returned to his seat, the person next to him had just opened his eyes, still a little sleepy, and his voice was a bit hoarse: "Why did Mantou call you over?"

Looking at the other person's appearance, Song Shi smiled: "She said if you keep sleeping... you'll turn into a pig spirit."

Chen Zhoumu blinked: "If I turn into a pig, will Song take care of me?"

"Dream on."

He tilted his head to look at the other person's smile. Chen Zhoumu thought this person should smile more; always having a cold face, he had no warmth at all.

At noon, the two went to the Education Office to take photos. There weren't many people there to exchange photos, and the teachers at the Education Office were extremely efficient.

They muttered "3, 2, 1," and the next one was coming up soon.

The girl standing in front of Song Shi held the photo she had just taken and complained in a low voice: "What is this? I knew I shouldn't have exchanged it. It's even worse than the last one."

"Oh well, since we changed teachers this time, we'll just go outside to take photos next time," another girl complained.

After Song Shi finished taking the photos, the girl glanced sideways and exchanged a look with the person next to her: "..."

"Let's go, other people's modeling is better than ours."

After handing the photos to Jiang Man, Song Shi went into the classroom first, while Chen Zhoumu was left behind. She looked at the two photos and then put them in the bag next to her, looking up at Chen Zhoumu, who was standing lazily.

"Stand properly, or bring a stool to sit on."

"No need, it's fine leaning like this."

Jiang Man didn't argue with him: "How have you been feeling lately? If you're really not feeling well, you won't be taking the joint entrance exam this time."

"It's not a big deal, I'm on medication and I won't die yet."

Jiang Man frowned: "What are you talking about? You seem to be sleeping less than before lately, has your dependence on medication decreased?"

Chen Zhoumu pondered, and it seemed so, he hadn't been as drowsy lately.

"Maybe."

"Aren't you planning to go home?" Jiang Man ended the topic.

"I haven't thought about going back yet."

"Your old man calls me every few days, call him back when you have time." Jiang Man said softly.

"Okay."

As soon as he left the office, his phone rang in his pocket. The caller ID showed it was his grandfather.

Chen Zhoumu hesitated for a moment before answering. The other person was stunned, clearly not believing the call had connected. After a long silence, Chen Zhoumu impatiently said, "I'm hanging up."

"Don't hang up... Amu, I heard you're taking the joint entrance exam. How are you doing lately? Are you coming back for the holidays after the exam?" A deep, weathered voice came from the other end of the line.

"No, Grandpa. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."

"Amu, I know you're still worried about that matter... Should Grandpa handle it?"

"No need, Grandpa. Take good care of yourself. I'm hanging up now."

After hanging up, Chen Zhoumu stared blankly at his phone. Everyone said that the Chen family members were all devoted lovers, and his father, his grandfather, was no exception. After his father, Chen Jinyang, and his mother, Shen Qing, got married, everyone envied their happy marriage. Their already blissful life hadn't changed after Chen Zhoumu joined them.

Just when everyone thought things would continue this way, three months ago Shen Qing brought home a child, two years older than Chen Zhoumu. Chen Jinyang, knowing this, didn't divorce his wife; he accepted the child, now named Chen Jiajin.

Chen Jinyang had pursued Shen Qing for seven years, tolerating everything about her, including her infidelity.

Chen Zhoumu laughed in anger, but didn't say anything; it was their business, none of his concern. However, after that person came to the Chen family, he became restless, constantly causing trouble for Chen Zhoumu, but Chen Zhoumu ignored it, treating it as childish tricks.

But after that incident, Chen Zhoumu was thoroughly disgusted and moved out without a word.

The school bell interrupted his reverie; he ran to the restroom to wash his face.

Song Shi watched Chen Zhoumu sit back down. It started raining again outside, the air damp. He turned to look at the man.

His eyes were wet, a small droplet of water trickling down Chen Zhoumu's neck and into his clothes. His lips were slightly pursed, unlike his usual lively self.

Song Shi reached out and poked his arm: "What's wrong?"

The other turned his head, shook his head, and smiled: "Nothing."

He withdrew his hand, turned his head away from Chen Zhoumu, and thought to himself, "Whatever, I don't care if you say it or not." Song Shi mentally grumbled a few times, and seeing that the person next to him still didn't move, he gritted his teeth and asked again: "What's wrong?"

Just then, Chen Zhoumu also came closer, the two of them quite close: "Is Song concerned about me?"

Song Shi saw that he had returned to his usual self and looked away: "No."

His clothes were tugged, and Song Shi looked in the direction he was looking, and saw Chen Zhoumu resting his head on his hand, looking at him: "Then I want Song to care about me, is that okay?" "

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Song Shi's, his peach blossom eyes filled with Song Shi's image. His tone was somewhat aggrieved, and the mole at the corner of his eye, wet from being exposed, made him look pitiful

, like a drenched puppy,

wanting to snuggle into its owner's arms.

Song Shi bit the soft flesh in his mouth, then took out his phone and casually scrolled through the screen.

The phone, which was inside his desk, vibrated.

Chen Zhoumu took it out, unlocked it, and saw a message from Song Shi.

The chat box showed the message from when they had just added each other as friends, and below that was a newly sent message—a transfer.

S: [Transfer 3000]

Chen Zhoumu: "?"

He looked up at the other person, confused. Song Shi put his phone away: "You don't know how to comfort people."

Looking at the other person's expression, Chen Zhoumu felt a tickle in his heart, smiled with his head down, and the frustration he had just felt instantly lessened. His Song classmate was truly a realist.

Using such a way to coax people.

He returned the transfer, slowly leaning against the wall, his eyes reflecting Song Shi's image.

"No need, I feel much better now." Song

Shi looked at the returned money: "You think it's too little?"

"Not at all, it's much better. Talking to you, Song

, really improves my mood." "Song, you're a miracle worker..."

Song Shi: "..." He can't even be serious for a second.

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