MDPWU Chapter 13

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"What? You’re not saying anything now?" Zhou You snuck a look at him.


Tong Tong looked up at him, his expression calm, but his pupils burned with rage.


"Not gonna pee anymore?" Zhou You started to feel uneasy under his gaze.


Tong Tong took a deep breath and decided to let it go—he wouldn’t argue with an idiot. "I—"


"Why can’t you pee while being carried?" Zhou You interrupted again.


Tong Tong snapped. He exploded: "Fine! I’ll carry you! You try peeing while I hold you! Go ahead! Let’s see you do it!"


Zhou You frowned. "Look at you, getting all worked up."


"..."


Tong Tong cursed and shouted, "Let go! Put me down!"


"No!" Zhou You yelled back. "Just pee like this!"


"I’m not peeing anymore!" Tong Tong shouted. "I don’t need to pee! Happy now?"


"Alright then." Zhou You finally put him down, took two steps forward, and then laughed. "Just kidding."


Tong Tong took a deep breath, gritting his teeth. "Kidding my ass! Did you eat too much salt this morning? Huh? Are your balls so bored that they’re exploding from idleness?"


"Oh wow, you actually know how to swear." Zhou You was amazed.


Tong Tong ignored him, his hands shaking with rage. He limped over to the toilet.


First, he had to pee.


Then, he was going to settle this with Zhou You.


Zhou You waited on the side, watching as Tong Tong finished and pulled his pants up.


Then, he was ready to scoop him up again.


"I don't need you to carry me." Tong Tong pushed his hand away. "I can walk by myself."


"Come on, I was just joking." Zhou You regretted it. "Let me carry you."


"No way." Tong Tong gritted his teeth and walked out of the restroom, his anger even suppressing the pain.


"Let me carry you."


"No."


"Let me carry you!"


"Get lost!"


The two of them bickered all the way to the classroom door.


Tong Tong was sweating on his forehead, holding onto the door with a pale face from the pain.


No, he had to go to the hospital after school today.


"What's wrong?" Zhuang Qian frowned as he approached, reaching out to support him. "What's wrong with your leg?"


"Why are you so mad? Tell me." Zhou You also leaned in, looking bitter. "Look at you, you get angry so fast, faster than I can blink."


"Get lost." Tong Tong cursed at him.


"I was really just joking," Zhou You said. "I didn’t mean to—"


"Shut up." Tong Tong glared at him.


"What’s going on?! What’s going on?!" Zhuang Qian sensed that something was off between them and immediately stood in front of Tong Tong, yelling at Zhou You. "What do you mean by this?"


"I don’t mean anything!" Zhou You was confused.


The whole class had turned to look at the commotion.


At that moment, a man in a gray suit slowly appeared around the corner.


It was the teacher on duty who had stopped them in the morning—Mr. Mao Sheng, Teacher Mao.


Tong Tong had a long-standing grudge against this teacher. He knew his temper well—better not provoke him if he could help it.


Seeing the teacher approaching, Tong Tong quickly whispered, "Hurry, hurry—"


Zhou You also spotted the teacher turning the corner, and his eyes lit up. He even let out a chuckle.


"What?" Zhuang Qian, still clueless, followed their gaze and looked outside.


"What are you two looking at?" Zhuang Qian asked as he turned back.


"Holy crap?" Zhuang Qian jumped back in shock, looking horrified. "Wait—why are you two hugging!!"


Neither of them explained.


Tong Tong wanted to, but Teacher Mao was already coming their way.


Zhou You was just having fun, grinning widely, his teeth gleaming.


Teacher Mao stood in the hallway, watching them from afar. After observing for a while, he continued walking down the hall.


"Put me down!" Tong Tong immediately yelled.


"What the hell are you two doing?!" Zhuang Qian was still in shock.


"Nothing, this morning at the school gate—"


Before Tong Tong could finish, Teacher Mao, who had just turned the corner, came back again.


"Oh crap! He’s back!" Tong Tong instinctively wrapped his arm around Zhou You’s neck.


Zhou You bent down and picked him up again.


"Still hugging!!??" Zhuang Qian was losing his mind. "No—what the hell is going on!! What’s your relationship!!"


By now, Teacher Mao had reached their classroom door, and both Tong Tong and Zhou You fell silent.


As time passed, and Zhuang Qian continued freaking out, Teacher Mao slowly walked away again.


"Put me down," Tong Tong said, then turned to explain to Zhuang Qian, "No, Zhuang Qian, listen to me—"


But before he could finish, Teacher Mao appeared around the corner once again.


Zhou You burst out laughing. "Might as well just stay like this and talk."


"What the hell?! Why do you have to talk while hugging!!" Zhuang Qian shouted.


"Fine." Tong Tong nodded.


"Still fine!!??" Zhuang Qian’s eyes widened in shock. He roared, "Damn it! Tong Tong, if you're being threatened, just blink!"


"I'm not!" Tong Tong hurriedly explained. "It’s just this morning—"


"You blinked!" Zhuang Qian shouted.


"I didn’t!" Tong Tong shouted back.


"You blinked again!" Zhuang Qian suddenly understood, turning with grief and anger toward the rest of the class. He waved his hand, "Brothers! Get him!"


"………………"


"Are we still fighting or not?" Zhou You whispered to Tong Tong.


"Shut up." Tong Tong smiled, but inside, he was in complete despair.


The morning self-study bell rang, and the entire school was filled with the sound of students reading aloud.


Except for Class 2, Grade 11, which remained eerily silent.


Tong Tong slumped onto his desk, growing more convinced that Zhou You was an idiot. Even more convinced that he could never, ever end up with this idiot. And most definitely never, ever get dumped by this idiot in the end.


He started recalling what Zhou You had said in the car about breaking the cycle of dreams.


The girls in the class had already started reading poetry.


"I dwell in the secluded bamboo grove… never seeing the sky. The path is treacherous… walking alone behind…"


Their soft voices blended with the gentle breeze outside the window.


For once, Tong Tong felt at peace, resting his head on his arms, a little sleepy.


"Deep and dim… wait, what’s this word? Day… day what? Damn, I don’t get this…" Zhou You’s low, puzzled voice mixed in with the girls’ delicate reading.


Tong Tong took a deep breath, once again feeling that either he would have to die, or Zhou You would.


"Tong Tong… Tong Tong…" Zhou You poked his arm.


Tong Tong was determined to ignore him.


"A dream is unavoidable, but you can break it in advance. Whatever you do in the dream, do the opposite, and the dream will be broken."


That’s what Zhou You had said in the car.


At the time, he thought he understood. But thinking carefully—what exactly counted as doing the opposite?


Zhou You secretly liked him. So the opposite would be…


He secretly liked Zhou You?


What the hell? Tong Tong was so startled by his own thought that his eyes widened.


Zhou You thought he was finally paying attention and shoved his textbook in front of him. "Sis, help me out. How do you read this word? First period is Chinese, and Mr. Cao said he’d call on people today."


Tong Tong looked at Zhou You’s face.


It was indeed a handsome face.


According to his mom, guys with faces like this and guys like him were never meant to be on the same path.


Letting Him Have a Secret Crush Isn't Impossible.


It's said that instead of being passive, it's better to take the initiative.


He will take control of everything.


He will be the one to have the secret crush, he will confess, and he will be the one to break up!


Even though secretly liking this fool is embarrassing, getting dumped by the fool is even worse.


After making up his mind, Tong Tong felt refreshed. Even looking at Zhou You was more pleasing to the eye.


Tong Tong lowered his head to look at the word Zhou You was pointing to in the textbook and cleared his throat.

"Which word don't you recognize?"


"Aren't you ignoring me?" Zhou You acted all dramatic.


Tong Tong took a deep breath and glared at him.


"I was wrong, sis!" Zhou You immediately grinned. "This word, could you help me out?"


"羌 (Qiāng)," Tong Tong said.


"What?" Zhou You didn't hear clearly.


"Qī... yī... áng... qiāng," Tong Tong repeated slowly.


"What the heck?" Zhou You still didn't get it.


"Qiāng! Qiāng! Qiāng!" Tong Tong lost patience. "Like in 打手枪 (dǎ shǒu qiāng)!"


"Oh…" Zhou You dragged out the "oh" with a mischievous smirk, looking completely inappropriate.


Tong Tong: "………………"


This damn idiot.


It wasn't until the class bell rang that the smirk on Zhou You's lips faded a little.


Mr. Cao's Chinese class was usually relaxed,


But when it came to teaching poetry, he became exceptionally serious—his near-sighted eyes even seemed to regain vision.


Mr. Cao caught sight of the confident smile lingering on Zhou You's face and called out with satisfaction,

"Let's have Zhou You recite the poem we learned last class—Shan Gui! His confident smile tells me he’s ready! Everyone, a round of applause!"


Zhou You: "…………"


If there was anything in this world that could humble him, besides his mom, it would be ancient poetry.


"Shan… Shan Gui… Poet… Qu Yuan… Ruo you ren xi shan zhi… zhi… zhi…"


He got stuck on the first line.


Mr. Cao looked at him encouragingly. "Don't be nervous, you got this."


"I'm not nervous," Zhou You said honestly. "I just really don't know the words."


Mr. Cao: "…………"


"Tong Tong, you read it." Mr. Cao sighed.


Tong Tong stood up. Because of his aching foot, he leaned slightly against the wall, holding the book in one hand.


His recitation was fluid and crisp, his voice clear and full of energy.


Zhou You was still standing. Lowering his head slightly, he gazed at Tong Tong. Suddenly, he was mesmerized by the fine, sunlit fuzz on the boy’s lips, and his heart pounded uncontrollably.


It wasn't until Tong Tong finished reading and sat down that the thundering heartbeat in his ears gradually subsided.


Zhou You thought for a moment and attributed it to his admiration for intellectuals.


Of course, his best bro could even make his heart race just by reciting poetry.


The poetry lesson finally ended, though Zhou You barely understood any of it.


As the whole class buzzed with chatter after the bell, Zhou You stretched lazily.


Tong Tong, sitting nearby, poked his waist.


"What's up?" Zhou You lowered his head to ask.


Tong Tong opened his arms. "Hurry up, Mr. Mao is coming."


Zhou You immediately stopped stretching and bent down to lift him up.


Mr. Mao entered the classroom just before the class bell rang.


The students quickly quieted down a little.


One minute later, the bell rang.


Mr. Mao held a handful of short, stubby pieces of chalk. The moment the bell stopped ringing—


Some boys were still whispering, and Tong Tong was just telling Zhou You not to hold him too tightly.


Without hesitation, Mr. Mao started throwing chalk pieces one after another.


Chalk scattered, striking multiple students.


The last piece flew toward Tong Tong.


By the time it was thrown, Tong Tong had already stopped talking.


But it was too late to dodge. The chalk was aiming straight for his eye.


Zhou You frowned, quickly calculated the chalk’s trajectory, and adjusted his hold, tilting Tong Tong slightly.


The chalk barely missed him, grazing Zhou You’s cheek and leaving a faint white mark.


The small piece of chalk landed gently on the floor, its impact magnified in the silent classroom.


No one ever dared to dodge Mr. Mao’s chalk.


He had a habit of aiming at students' eyes and mouths, and this wasn’t his first time. But everyone knew his temper—no one dared to protest.


The classroom fell silent.


Mr. Mao widened his eyes.


Only Zhou You coughed lightly.


"Sir, you shouldn’t throw chalk at students’ eyes," Zhou You said, half-joking but half-serious, looking straight at the teacher.

"If you’re not skilled at it, and your aim is off…


"I could teach you," Zhou You grinned.


Mr. Mao frowned. "What’s your name?"


"Zhou, single character You. As in 'travel the four seas' (游四海)," Zhou You answered.


Mr. Mao stared at him for a moment and asked, "You’ve been holding him the whole time?"


"Haven’t let go once," Zhou You grinned.


"Not bad," Mr. Mao commented, sorting his lesson materials. "Got good stamina."


"Of course," Zhou You beamed with pride.


Tong Tong had a bad feeling.


Sure enough, the next second—


"I could even lift him up!" Zhou You bragged.


Tong Tong: "!!"


"Oh? Still got strength left?" Mr. Mao’s voice turned sinister.


"Of course! I could even spin him around!" Zhou You puffed out his chest.


Tong Tong: "!!!"


Damn it.


"Is that so? Then I suppose that counts as a performance?" Mr. Mao asked lightly, his eyes gleaming with mischief.


"Yep! Absolutely!" Zhou You shouted.


"Great, then during the school-wide flag-raising ceremony at recess," Mr. Mao said with sincerity,

"You two can perform for the whole school."


Tong Tong felt suffocated and reached out, desperately trying to cover Zhou You’s mouth.


"An honor!" Zhou You responded swiftly.


Tong Tong's hand froze mid-air, his whole body drained of energy—he felt like he was going to die.


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