Chapter 27: Borrowing a Set of Your Clothes

Not long after, Qi Yu, wearing an apron with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, brought a bowl of hangover soup out from the kitchen: "Drinking high-concentration alcohol will make you feel unwell; if you don't want a headache in the middle of the night, drink this bowl of hangover soup."

Ling Wu took it: "Thank you."

Qi Yu stood before him, waited for him to finish drinking, then took the bowl away, and immediately the sound of rushing water rang out from the kitchen.

A voice came from the kitchen:

"There is still cola in the fridge; you can take some to drink."

"Dinner will be ready in a moment."

Ling Wu said toward his direction: "I understand."

The sound of pots, pans, and ladles, along with the sound of a spatula stir-frying, rang out in the kitchen.

Ling Wu smelled the alcohol on his body, his delicate brows knitting together. He rose from the sofa, knocked on the kitchen's glass door, and seeing Qi Yu turn his head, he said: "Could I borrow your bathroom for a moment?"

Qi Yu was silent for only two seconds: "You can."

"The bathroom is in my room, the one on the left; you can just push the door and go in."

He poured half a spoonful of balsamic vinegar and a few drops of sesame oil into the soup, then cut scallions into segments and sprinkled them in; his side profile was earnest and handsome.

"Okay." Ling Wu leaned against the glass door: "Um... I might also need to borrow a set of your clothes; the set I'm wearing really can't be worn anymore."

Qi Yu choked and coughed suddenly: "... Ah?"

Ling Wu: "Any set of clothes will do, it won't be too much trouble."

"Oh, alright then." Qi Yu's expression was a bit embarrassed, and he used a wooden spatula to stir the vegetables back and forth, as if deliberately covering up something: "I have a set of pajamas I haven't had a chance to wear yet; I'll bring them to you in a moment."

"You go wash up first."

"Thanks." Ling Wu turned and went to his room.

Twenty minutes later.

Ling Wu heard the sounds in the kitchen stop. He leaned against the bathroom door and knocked with his curved fingers: "Qi Yu... Qi Yu, are you there?"

"I'm done washing."

Within a few seconds, he heard the sound of a door opening and closing, followed by a series of footsteps in the room, and a cabinet door being pulled open.

Qi Yu's voice was low and hoarse: "I've placed them at the door for you."

A response came quickly from inside:

"Okay."

After the person left, the bathroom door opened a crack, and a fair forearm reached out; there were a few undried water droplets on the skin, and the fingernails were round and pink.

Ling Wu grabbed the bag containing the clothes and took it into the bathroom.

The pajamas in the bag were a very simple style, solid gray with no prints, and Ling Wu even fished out a brand-new pair of underwear with the tag still on from the bag...

His face burned bright red; so Qi Yu had gone downstairs to buy this for him.

In the living room.

Qi Yu brought the home-cooked dishes out from the kitchen and took two sets of bowls and chopsticks.

He happened to run into Ling Wu coming out of the bathroom, his hair damp with a bit of mist, a few strands sticking to his forehead; the loose pajama pants were rolled up once to make them fit just right, and the pajama top was a bit large—if Qi Yu were wearing it, it would be just right, but on Ling Wu, the wide neckline exposed a large area of his collarbone.

He didn't mention anything else and said calmly: "Come over and eat."

Ling Wu picked up a piece of dried bean curd with his chopsticks and put it in his bowl: "Qi Yu, the food you make is so fragrant."

Qi Yu pursed his lips and smiled: "Then eat more."

"By the way." Ling Wu scooped corn soup into his bowl: "Do you live on campus?"

Qi Yu was concise: "You have to pay for boarding, so I just decided to be a day student."

The boarding fee at Sike Academy was an expensive expenditure.

"There's no class tomorrow either, and the test exam is coming up soon; if you need to go back to school to review, I'll take you back."

Ling Wu: "Okay."

"Do you have to take all the subjects?"

Sike Academy subjects were divided into required and elective; mathematics, physics, chemistry, shooting... these hardcore subjects were required, but the written exams for math, physics, and chemistry were taken first, while shooting and several elective courses were left to be taken later.

"Hmm?" Qi Yu stopped his chopsticks, seemingly puzzled: "It's the same as previous years; didn't you take them before?"

Of course Ling Wu hadn't taken them; he didn't have much impression of things at Sike Academy, and the Transmigrator who had occupied his body had skipped classes and played truant, let alone taken exams.

They had all been handled by paying an extra, expensive "tuition fee" to the school leadership office, managing to muddle through with a mid-tier ranking that was full of fluff.

Ling Wu looked at him blankly: "I didn't like studying before; I got a headache whenever I saw a textbook, and I only cared about skipping class."

Qi Yu had deep brow bones and a high, straight nose bridge, sitting there like a perfect sculpture, and said somewhat meaningfully: "No wonder there aren't even any notes in your books."

"By the way, did you do the notes I gave you in physics class last time?"

"Wrote them, wrote them..." Ling Wu thought of the book in his apartment that was being used to prop up a table leg, feeling inexplicably guilty, and repeated in his mouth: "I wrote them that very night when I got back."

Qi Yu raised an eyebrow, noncommittal: "Then take a picture and show me when you get back."

"???" Ling Wu opened his eyes wide and said honestly: "Fine, I didn't write them at all."

Qi Yu: "You..."

"This!" Ling Wu stood up abruptly, picked up two pieces of lotus root with his chopsticks and put them in his bowl, saying in a transparent attempt to cover up: "This lotus root is crunchy and delicious, you should eat more."

Qi Yu looked at the face across from him, full of hope and begging to be let off the hook, and sighed.

Fine... it seems his regular desk-mate and good friend is a poor student who really doesn't like to study?

Just as he was thinking this, his phone received a message from a contact labeled "Ming Tan," and the other party said:

-Ming Tan: I'm sorry, Qi Yu, please don't be angry. I also know that what I did was wrong and I shouldn't have dragged Ling Wu into this, but I was really too scared in the private room at the time. You know... they really will kill people.

-Qi Yu: You shouldn't be saying sorry to me.

-Ming Tan: I will find classmate Ling Wu to apologize.

Seeing this, Qi Yu didn't reply. He looked at Ling Wu, who was sitting across from him chewing slowly and eating in a refined manner, and said: "Thank you for today, and I'm also very sorry to you."

"Ming Tan says he will apologize to you."

Ling Wu looked very easygoing: "It's nothing."

"We are all friends."

"Hurry and eat, it will all be cold in a moment."

The words in Qi Yu's throat were swallowed back, and he could only nod.

After finishing the meal, it was already near evening; Qi Yu took the bowls and chopsticks to wash them, and when Ling Wu wanted to help, he was shooed out with a straight face.

Ling Wu had no choice but to sit on the sofa and open a mini-game, controlling the little character on the screen until the screen displayed "Victory," at which point Qi Yu also walked out of the kitchen.

He looked at the fluffy top of Ling Wu's head on the sofa and asked: "Ling Wu, can your clothes be washed in water?"

Ling Wu looked up: "They can."

He had not yet emerged from the joy of victory when he heard Qi Yu say: "Got it."

"I'll wash them for you, you can wear them tomorrow."

Ling Wu's dirty underwear had already been thrown away, and thinking Qi Yu was going to take his clothes to the washing machine, he didn't follow and lowered his head to continue playing the game.

Qi Yu walked into the bathroom, took the clothes out of the laundry basket, took a stainless steel basin from under the vanity, shook the clothes out, and soaked them inside.