Fu Si Heng had been out of S City lately, but Fu Zheng hadn’t expected him to stay idle—sending all this random junk, making Tao Zhi haul it back in bags… Fu Zheng walked over with a sour face and rifled through.
Clothes, plushies, necklace, hair clips, mugs—what garbage.
Was he turning Tao Zhi’s spot into a dump?
“Uh, Fu Zheng, careful.” Tao Zhi watched his rough handling; he’d just opened fragile stuff like mugs.
Tao Zhi feared he’d break something.
No need to guess—everything from Fu Si Heng was surely expensive.
Tao Zhi carefully took it back from him.
Fu Zheng watched him expressionlessly.
His displeasure nearly overflowed the dorm.
Tao Zhi pretended not to notice.
All this busyness had taught him to ignore Fu Zheng’s inexplicable moods. At first he’d been nervous; now he was practiced. He neither spoke nor looked, just focused on sorting the gifts.
To him, every item from Fu Si Heng had to be returned intact later. Breaking any wouldn’t do.
Fu Zheng huffed.
Tao Zhi: “…”
Can’t hear, can’t hear.
Tao Zhi repacked the mug into its box.
After closing the lid, he paused, glanced at the other two in the dorm.
Their eyes met. The seniors immediately busied themselves elsewhere, trying to convey we’re not gossiping, nope.
Tao Zhi: “…”
He wasn’t deliberately excluding them, but some things couldn’t be said aloud lest rumors spread.
With that, Tao Zhi quietly sidled up to Fu Zheng.
Fu Zheng froze.
Tao Zhi tiptoed and whispered in his ear: “Tomorrow I’ll head to Rong Huai’s. Leave this stuff there?”
Tao Zhi’s warm breath tickled his ear. Fu Zheng’s heart inexplicably pounded.
His hands at his sides clenched.
Before he could savor it, Tao Zhi pulled back, eyes questioning.
Fu Zheng: “…”
His racing heart settled slowly.
“You free tomorrow?” Fu Zheng steadied his voice.
No more sulking—just irregular heartbeats: “Exams aren’t done yet.”
Tao Zhi hummed: “Tomorrow’s just a figure of speech.”
“Meaning I’ll go after mine.”
Fu Zheng: “…”
Wow.
What was this—a preemptive brush-off?
Whatever. At least it was a brush-off.
Better than ignoring him lately.
“You gotta take me.” Tao Zhi figured the gifts came from Fu Zheng’s bad idea, so Fu Zheng owed him the escort.
“Got it, got it.” Fu Zheng feigned impatience.
He’s pretty eloquent.
Wait.
Fu Zheng reconsidered.
As a little bro, Tao Zhi shouldn’t boss him around. So why was he so pleased?
Weird.
Lately, these weird moments piled up.
Fu Zheng frowned.
…
Tao Zhi busied himself sorting.
Though he’d return the gifts, first he needed to know what they were—in case Fu Si Heng asked later, he wouldn’t stammer.
Tao Zhi unpacked each, inspected, repacked.
Near the end, he spotted a familiar plushie, paused, remembered, snapped a photo, and sent it to his sister: [Little Peach, is this the plushie you posted in your Moments last time?]
Tao Zhi: [Picture]
Sister: [?]
Sister: [Yes!]
Her reply came fast: [But it’s not mine—I borrowed a classmate’s to photo.]
Sister: [Official ones are so expensive!]
Sister: [You have one?! From the boss?]
Tao Zhi: [^-^ Knew it looked familiar.]
Tao Zhi: [Pretty cute.]
Sister: [Yeah yeah.]
Tao Zhi: [Not the boss. His brother.]
Sister: [Huh?]
Sister seemed confused: [Such a complicated setup.]
Ha, haha.
Yeah, kind of.
Tao Zhi awkwardly scratched his ear.
Sister: [Whatever. Bro, when you come home for break, will you bring the plushie?]
Sister: [Not to keep—just let me touch it? O~O]
Sister: [Or borrow for a couple pics. I won’t dirty it.]
Sister: [Bro, pleeease~]
Sister: [Begging.jpg]
Huh?
Tao Zhi blinked.
He’d only shared because it looked familiar, but she loved it that much.
Tao Zhi thought, hesitated, then opened WeChat to Fu Si Heng’s chat.
This was the first time since New Year’s he’d messaged Fu Si Heng proactively.
The last message was days ago: Fu Si Heng’s goodnight.
Tao Zhi pursed his lips and typed: [Fu-ge, got the gifts.]
Fu Si Heng: [Mm.]
Fu Si Heng replied instantly, like he’d been waiting.
Tao Zhi sent a cute emoji first.
Little Cute Bunny: [Fu-ge, one thing: My sister’s crazy about the plushie in the gifts. Can I buy it to give her?]
He typed nervously.
Unsure of the plushie’s real price.
Taobao search showed 50+ knockoffs—not official.
No clue on official cost. Around a thousand he’d grit teeth for—as a New Year’s gift to motivate her studies.
More would be tricky.
Hoped it wasn’t outrageous.
Fu Si Heng: [? Buy?]
Fu Si Heng: [Gifts are yours. Do what you want—no need to buy.]
Little Cute Bunny: [Can’t say that—it’s your thought. Regifting privately feels wrong.]
Fu Si Heng: [No issue.]
Fu Si Heng: [Everything I give you, dispose freely.]
Fu Si Heng: [Not expensive. Whatever.]
Ah.
Fu Zheng’s brother… such a good guy.
Tao Zhi felt grateful.
But then Fu Si Heng switched gears.
Fu Si Heng: [If you still feel bad, date after exams?]
Fu Si Heng: [Break’s soon. Wanna see you before.]
Fu Si Heng lied through his teeth better than anyone: [Haven’t seen you since New Year’s.]
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