PPS Chapter 105
by Volare“Zhaoyi! What are you spacing out about!” Zhang Haoyu reached out and waved his hand in front of Chu Zhaoyi’s eyes. Chu Zhaoyi usually paid attention in class, it was rare to see him so out of it that he didn’t even react to his gesture.
“Nothing,” Chu Zhaoyi snapped back to reality, looking down at his book. There was a box of cookies in the drawer of his desk.
Xie Yuyin had slipped it to him.
Said it was made by Zhang Anru.
Chu Zhaoyi didn’t have a clear concept of the word “mother,” his understanding of it came solely from Li Yurong.
Li Yurong was Xie Haoran’s mother, and everything she did was for her child. Although Xie Haoran’s attitude towards him wasn’t good, Li Yurong still did her best, afraid to say a harsh word.
Would Zhang Anru be like that too?
Chu Zhaoyi was somewhat lost in thought, his mind filled with Zhang Anru’s beautiful and fragile face, her eyes always red, always sad, and her body wasn’t very healthy, she always subconsciously rubbed the area over her heart.
A very fragile person.
Chu Zhaoyi originally didn’t want to accept it, but the image of Zhang Anru appeared in his mind, and he didn’t refuse, almost against his will.
“Oh.”
“We’re getting a new teaching assistant for this class, said to be quite handsome, not very old either, probably only about three years older than us,” Zhang Haoyu chattered endlessly in Chu Zhaoyi’s ear.
Because everything about Chu Zhaoyi had been clarified, even to the point where he became the Xie family’s biological son who had been switched at birth, and with Gu Yusen and Professor Qin supporting him.
Chu Zhaoyi’s popularity had soared to its peak recently.
But thankfully, no photos of Chu Zhaoyi had circulated online, and even the school forum only had a few scattered ones.
Xie Haoran had also dropped out of school.
The matter had come to an end.
As a result, Zhang Haoyu had gone from being ostracized to having many people fawning over him.
He wasn’t used to it and always tried to avoid them.
“Oh,” Chu Zhaoyi wasn’t very concerned about the so-called teaching assistant.
That was until a figure walked onto the podium, dressed in simple but stylish clothes, as if he had stepped out of a book as a literary youth. His long hair was slightly curly, falling casually on his forehead, adding to his artist’s unconventional aura.
His eyes were deep and gentle, as if they could see into people’s secrets, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth, making people feel approachable yet distant.
He gently cleared his throat and began to introduce himself: “Hello everyone, I’m Mo Jincheng. I believe that art is the mirror of the soul, and every painting carries the creator’s emotions and thoughts. I hope that through the following courses, we can explore the infinite possibilities of art together.”
His voice was deep and magnetic, coupled with his excellent appearance, making people involuntarily immersed in it.
The students under the stage cast admiring glances, and discussions were endless.
This person was also a famous genius in the art world, from an artistic family, and had been interested in painting since childhood. The Huiying Liuguang competition was fully sponsored and organized by his family.
Over time, it had become a relatively authoritative event.
Chu Zhaoyi heard this name, raised his head, and his eyes fell on Mo Jincheng. He happened to meet Mo Jincheng’s gaze, Mo Jincheng only noticed Chu Zhaoyi’s gaze and smiled slightly, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, making people feel uneasy.
“Chu Zhaoyi, the champion of this year’s Huiying Liuguang competition, I’ve heard a lot about you,” Mo Jincheng spoke directly in public.
His tone carried a profound meaning that only Chu Zhaoyi could understand.
Chu Zhaoyi, thinking about a certain contact information that he had blacklisted, lowered his head with some guilt.
It was a matter of exchanging money for goods.
Why was he still being pursued?
This class’s teaching assistant was going to take them out for sketching, scheduled for tomorrow morning.
After announcing this, it was time for class to end. Chu Zhaoyi packed up slowly, and Zhang Haoyu, eager to play ball, had already run off.
Chu Zhaoyi reached into his bag for the box of cookies, and pulled his hand back as if it had been burned.
Hesitating for a moment, he didn’t throw it away and put it in his backpack.
“Ayi.”
A gentle voice came from above. It was different from Gu Yusen’s always energetic tone.
Chu Zhaoyi looked up and, sure enough, it was Mo Jincheng.
“Is your ear doing alright?” Mo Jincheng was a gentle person, Chu Zhaoyi knew that three years ago.
Mo Jincheng didn’t question why Chu Zhaoyi had blacklisted his contact information. On the first day they met, he noticed the hearing aid on his ear, and his tone was full of concern.
If he remembered correctly, Chu Zhaoyi’s hearing was normal three years ago.
“It’s okay,” Chu Zhaoyi nodded, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and didn’t say anything more.
Three years ago, he was selling paintings by the river when he happened to meet Mo Jincheng. This person was foolishly rich and directly bought all his paintings, and also provided him with surveillance software.
At the time, he didn’t think much of it, but he realized later that these things were quite difficult to obtain in this law-abiding society.
But Mo Jincheng had agreed very readily.
In fact, Mo Jincheng had helped him a lot, which was why Chu Zhaoyi could stand here and say a few words to him now. He would have completely ignored anyone else and walked away.
“It’s been so long, doesn’t Ayi want to chat with me? I’m so sad.” Mo Jincheng looked at Chu Zhaoyi’s indifferent appearance, a little frustrated.
Chu Zhaoyi gave him a strange look.
“Didn’t we just see each other the day before yesterday?”
The moment Mo Jincheng heard those words, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and the gentle facade he had maintained for a long time quietly fell away.
The corners of his mouth gradually raised, outlining a clear and deep arc, with a tone full of appreciation: “As expected, Ayi is so smart.”
He had known it for three years. People who are gifted in painting generally have excellent observation skills, and Chu Zhaoyi was one of the best.
“Ayi is now the second son of the Xie family, how does it feel, are you happy?”
Mo Jincheng originally intended to pretend for a while, but Chu Zhaoyi’s expression clearly saw through his disguise, and he was too lazy to continue pretending.
Revealing his true self in front of Chu Zhaoyi.
He didn’t resist it.
He just found it interesting.
“Not bad,” Chu Zhaoyi said casually. They had met on the Huiying Liuguang competition.
The host of that event was none other than Mo Jincheng, wearing heavy makeup that made even his own mother not recognize him.
Chu Zhaoyi had felt that the host was familiar at first sight on the competition, and after observing him carefully, he discovered that it was Mo Jincheng.
Without Mo Jincheng’s help, it would have been difficult for his evidence to be made public.
After all, it was not a good thing for Huiying Liuguang to have plagiarists.
But Mo Jincheng didn’t care about these things, allowing the rumors to spread, or rather, he didn’t take it seriously at all. His inherent arrogance made him think that this small matter wouldn’t affect him. In other words, even if it did affect him, he had plenty of ability to recover.
Geniuses are always arrogant.
Mo Jincheng even more so.
“So, I’ve helped you, can you un-blacklist my contact information?” Mo Jincheng pushed his phone in front of Chu Zhaoyi, showing the QR code for his contact information.
“No,” Chu Zhaoyi refused resolutely. In his view, there was no concept of gratitude. Mo Jincheng had interfered of his own accord. If he hadn’t interfered, he would have had ways to handle it, although it would have been slightly more troublesome.
Mo Jincheng gritted his teeth, furious. Chu Zhaoyi really had the ability to make people angry.
“Three years ago, our exchange condition was that I give you a phone and surveillance software, and you give me the paintings, and add a contact information.”
“It was added,” Chu Zhaoyi said innocently. It was added, he was a person who kept his promises.
It’s just that he deleted it now, on the first day he found Brother Sanmu.
Mo Jincheng was too talkative. Chu Zhaoyi basically replied to him a few messages every few months.
Chu Zhaoyi felt that he was too noisy, so on the first day he realized he didn’t need him, he kicked him away.
Mo Jincheng was so angry that he went straight to A University, infiltrated the competition and became a host, but he didn’t expect Chu Zhaoyi to find out so quickly.
While admiring his keenness, he was also angry at his indifference towards him.
He wanted to refute, but found that what Chu Zhaoyi said seemed to make sense. The contact information was added, but who said that adding it meant you couldn’t delete it?
“Ayi is bullying me,” Mo Jincheng complained softly. His current appearance was completely different from the gentle teaching assistant on the stage just now.
Chu Zhaoyi vaguely felt that he was a bit excessive. Mo Jincheng’s actions had really helped him a lot.
He hesitated a bit as he grasped the strap of his backpack.
“Why do you have to add contact information? You’re too noisy.”
Mo Jincheng’s mouth twitched. If he didn’t know some of Chu Zhaoyi’s personality, he would really think that the boy in front of him was provoking him.
But Chu Zhaoyi’s eyes were very sincere.
He really thought that Mo Jincheng was noisy from the bottom of his heart.
“Then I’ll say less, okay?”
Chu Zhaoyi felt Mo Jincheng’s obsession with this matter, thought about it, and decided to pull him out of the blacklist.
He didn’t like trouble, but Mo Jincheng’s expression made it clear that if he didn’t add him back, he would keep harassing him.
“Ayi, you really are.” Mo Jincheng looked satisfied at the reappearance of his contact information on his phone, but his mouth was still grumbling a bit unhappily.
He carried through with the act of being ungrateful even after receiving a favor.
Chu Zhaoyi wanted to leave, but Mo Jincheng didn’t move, he couldn’t get out. He looked up a little unhappily, didn’t say anything, just stared straight at Mo Jincheng.
Mo Jincheng touched his nose. Even though he knew what Chu Zhaoyi meant, he still shamelessly moved closer to him.
“Let’s have a meal, Ayi.”
“No.”
The expected refusal, very firm.
“I’m your teacher now, do you believe I’ll fail you!” Mo Jincheng tried to threaten him.
Chu Zhaoyi didn’t care about these things at all, and hummed softly.
“Let’s have a meal, let’s have a meal, Ayi, Ayi, Ayi,” Mo Jincheng tried to be nice when the tough approach didn’t work.
But Chu Zhaoyi was harder than a brick, pushed Mo Jincheng away and left.
Leaving Mo Jincheng with a cold and ruthless back.
With absolutely none of the joy of reuniting after three years of separation.
A cold little thing.
*
Chu Zhaoyi saw Gu Yusen when he went downstairs. Gu Yusen was hunched over, secretly smoking. No wonder he hadn’t come up to find him for so long.
“Brother Sanmu.”
Gu Yusen’s expression tightened when he heard this voice. In a panic, he hastily pressed the cigarette butt to the ground, crushing it hard, and stomped on it with his toe.
Trying to hide it.
“Ayi, cough cough,” Gu Yusen coughed lightly, smelling the smoke on himself and not daring to approach.
He subconsciously didn’t want Chu Zhaoyi to get a whiff of the smoke, so he had been holding back from smoking during this time, occasionally sneaking one, making sure he didn’t smell like smoke before daring to go over.
Chu Zhaoyi, who used to smoke often before meeting Gu Yusen, touched his nose. His smoking addiction was a little bit stirred up, and he moved his nose as he got closer to Gu Yusen.
Like a little dog.
Gu Yusen pinched Chu Zhaoyi’s nose and pushed him back.
“Stay away, you stink.”
“Brother Sanmu!” Chu Zhaoyi said in a muffled voice, dissatisfied, and slapped away Gu Yusen’s paw.
“Ayi, stay away from me first,” Gu Yusen softened his voice to coax him. Perhaps it was guilt, or perhaps something else, ever since he knew that this boy was the playmate he had failed to meet in his childhood, he unconsciously softened his tone when talking to him.
Chu Zhaoyi moved his nose, the tip of his nose twitching, and his nose was filled with the familiar smell of smoke, he was a little greedy.
He used to be a little addicted.
Li Yurong couldn’t wait for him to be unwell, so naturally she wouldn’t restrain him, but instead piled up a lot of cigarettes at home.
After following Gu Yusen, he harbored the intention of being well-behaved and hadn’t smoked.
He thought that Gu Yusen didn’t smoke.
The little brother in his childhood memories always had a sunny smile, and his personality was a little bad, but he just liked to tease people. Overall, he was a person with a strong sense of justice, otherwise he wouldn’t have held flowers to coax him the first time they met.
He even wanted to avenge him later.
And he got hit in the head by those boys.
Chu Zhaoyi felt a little guilty when he thought of this. If it weren’t for him, Gu Yusen wouldn’t have provoked these people, and wouldn’t have suffered this crime. With his family background, he would have been safe and successful all his life.
“What are you thinking about? Are you angry? I didn’t mean anything, I smell like smoke, let it dissipate,” Gu Yusen quickly explained, afraid that the other person would think he was disgusted with him.
Chu Zhaoyi thought Gu Yusen didn’t smoke, and Gu Yusen thought the same.
The two smokers hadn’t smoked for five months in a row.
Today, Gu Yusen couldn’t bear it anymore, saying he was sneaking one, and was caught in the blink of an eye.
Chu Zhaoyi was still thinking about Gu Yusen getting hit in the head, and his eyes moved to Gu Yusen’s head.
With a hint of worry.
Brother Sanmu has a bad memory.
His brain was not very useful in the first place.
After being hit, can this head still be used?
No wonder he felt that this person was always smiling stupidly since he found Brother Sanmu.
So his brain was broken?
Chu Zhaoyi’s mind turned eight hundred corners, and he was already worried about Gu Yusen’s head.
Gu Yusen was still on the first channel, watching Chu Zhaoyi’s eyes become more and more strange, couldn’t help but move forward a little, and reached out to shake him.
“Ayi?”
The smell of smoke on Chu Zhaoyi’s nose was even stronger, he couldn’t help but reach out and put his hand on Gu Yusen’s shoulder.
The other hand touched the back of Gu Yusen’s head.
Used some strength.
Suddenly approached.
Gu Yusen was a little stunned by his actions, and didn’t react for a while.
Chu Zhaoyi, like a curious puppy, touched Gu Yusen’s nose with his nose.
Licked Gu Yusen’s lips.