Chapter 25: The Vicious Fake Young Master of a Wealthy Family · 25

Su Wenyu swore he had absolutely no intention of hinting that he wanted milk tea.

But if Zhou Xu insisted on buying it, then he couldn’t let Zhou Xu’s kindness go to waste. He happily replied with a [throwing flowers.jpg] sticker.

When the second class began, Su Wenyu started to feel drowsy again.

He had never imagined a teacher’s voice could be so hypnotic. He even considered recording it to use as a sleep aid for those nights he couldn’t fall asleep.

When the dismissal bell rang again, it was the long thirty-minute break, mainly meant to give students enough time to switch classrooms.

The classmates all grabbed their books and stood up, heading off to the academic building for their third and fourth classes.

Su Wenyu lay listlessly on his desk, waiting for Zhou Xu. About ten minutes later, Zhou Xu rushed over, a cup of milk tea in his hand.

“Need the bathroom?” Zhou Xu asked.

Su Wenyu shook his head. He’d just slept through two classes without drinking a drop of water, so he didn’t really need to go.

Zhou Xu handed him the milk tea, telling him to hold it properly.

Then he turned his back to him, crouched down, and expertly lifted him onto his back again to carry him to the neighboring academic building for his next class.

Fortunately, the other building had an elevator. Zhou Xu stood in the corner of the elevator with Su Wenyu on his back, but they still drew plenty of attention.

After settling Su Wenyu into a seat in the classroom, Zhou Xu strode off, hurrying to his own class.

The third and fourth classes were public courses, with several classes combined in one lecture hall. A majority of the students watched as Su Wenyu was carried in by Zhou Xu. Within minutes, every forum, Tieba board, and group chat exploded.

Who said the Su family’s real young master and fake young master had a bad relationship?

Who said Su Wenyu was about to be kicked out of the Su family?

Even blood brothers probably didn’t have a relationship this good!!

Many people were intensely curious, itching for gossip, their hearts itching with the need to know more.

But not a single person in the entire classroom was close enough to Su Wenyu to gossip about these wealthy family secrets. The original ‘Su Wenyu’ had isolated everyone equally, which now created a perfectly quiet environment for the current Su Wenyu, free from disturbance.

The third and fourth classes were even easier to sleep through than the first two. Su Wenyu’s desire to study, faced with incomprehensible books and the teacher’s soporific voice, once again declared defeat.

By the time Zhou Xu came to pick him up after class, Su Wenyu had unknowingly fallen asleep on his desk for two whole periods, a red mark imprinted on his cheek from the desk.

He looked up at Zhou Xu with that red mark still on his face and said, “Bro, I need the bathroom.”

Zhou Xu ignored the mark on his face, glanced at the empty milk tea cup on the desk, reached out to toss the trash into the wastebasket in the corner, and took him to the bathroom.

Ten minutes had passed since the morning classes ended. Hardly anyone was left in the academic building, and the bathroom was empty.

Zhou Xu helped Su Wenyu inside. Because the floor was a bit slippery and he was worried Su Wenyu might not stand steady on one foot, Zhou Xu had to stay close, supporting him the whole time.

Su Wenyu didn’t really mind his presence. Back when he’d come out of surgery and was lying in the ICU, he’d needed nurses for everything—eating, drinking, and bodily functions.

If anything, after over a decade, he was used to being cared for.

Su Wenyu leaned most of his body weight into Zhou Xu’s hands, looking down as he focused on untying his belt.

Zhou Xu averted his gaze, staring out the window, trying hard to ignore the sound. When Su Wenyu finished, retied his belt, and told him “Done,” Zhou Xu pulled his gaze back in and led him to wash his hands.

As they left the bathroom, Su Wenyu climbed right back onto Zhou Xu’s back, expertly wrapping his arms around his neck and hitching himself up a bit. “Where to for lunch?”

“The cafeteria’s too crowded. I’ll take you back to the dorm first and get you a takeout box,” Zhou Xu said.

Su Wenyu felt a little disappointed at this. He hadn’t even been to the cafeteria yet.

But to avoid causing Zhou Xu any more trouble, he just did whatever Zhou Xu said. Back at the dorm, he obediently lay on his floor mat, playing on his phone to rest while waiting for Zhou Xu to bring him food.

520 popped up idly to chat: [Do you know how many points the Villain Value can be exchanged for now?]

Mentioning this perked Su Wenyu right up. His ears pricked: [How many?]

520 sounded as if it had struck it rich: [Eight hundred and eighty!!]

[Do you have any idea what that means?!]

[Some Villain Hosts can’t even save up eight hundred eighty in half a year in a Small World, because they often need to spend points on various things just to complete their missions.]

[But you! Su Wenyu! You’ve only been in this Small World for barely half a month, and you have eight hundred eighty points! You’re a genius in the villain world!!]

Su Wenyu was astonished: [That many?]

The most he ever got for a single completed task was twenty points. So, earning this much just from Villain Value was incredible!

So, just what kind of existence was he in Zhou Xu’s heart? With this much Villain Value accumulated, Zhou Xu could still calmly carry him to class, buy him milk tea, and bring him food!

520 said, puzzled: [Actually, I find this strange too. Normally, with this level of Villain Value, the target wouldn’t just hate the host; they’d at least be extremely annoyed. But Zhou Xu’s tolerance for you still seems very high, and he even treats you pretty well.]

[At first, I suspected a calculation error in the backend Villain Value, but after reporting it for recalibration once, the conclusion was that the calculation is correct.]

If 520 was puzzled, Su Wenyu was even less likely to find the reason.

[Maybe he’s just exceptionally broad-minded?] Su Wenyu guessed. [After all, he’s this Small World’s Male Lead; it’s possible his tolerance is higher than usual.]

520 felt it was more than just that, but the data available for analysis was currently too scarce. He could only put the matter aside for now.

[With all these points now, do you want to spend a few to reduce the pain in your ankle?] 520 inquired.

520 had wanted to suggest this last night when Su Wenyu got injured.

But last night, the Villain Value kept fluctuating up and down, and 520 was so lost in the joy of sudden wealth that he’d only just snapped out of it.

Su Wenyu also thought a constantly aching ankle was a bit too inconvenient. He probed cautiously: [How many points would that take?]

If it was too many, he’d forget it.

520 calculated it: [Based on the extent of your injury, around twenty points.]

That didn’t sound like much, but a full, proper mission only gave twenty. Su Wenyu felt a little reluctant.

[Forget it. It doesn’t hurt that much right now,] Su Wenyu said.

As long as he didn’t put weight on his foot, it didn’t hurt. So, spending twenty points wasn’t necessary.

What if those twenty points were what decided whether he survived later on?

Su Wenyu figured it was better to save whenever he could.

Zhou Xu returned about forty minutes later.

Su Wenyu had long since been lying with his eyes blankly fixed on the ceiling, starving, his stomach growling loudly.

Seeing Zhou Xu walk in carrying a huge bag of food, Su Wenyu practically bolted upright from his floor mat in anticipation.

“Wait a moment. I haven’t finished bringing everything up,” Zhou Xu said, temporarily setting the food down on the table. He told Su Wenyu to sit tight and then ran back downstairs to grab more things.

Su Wenyu craned his neck to look out the door. A moment later, he saw Zhou Xu pushing two items inside.

One was a wheelchair, and the other was a walker.

Su Wenyu had used a walker during previous hospital stays. It was mostly after surgeries, when he was moved from the ICU to a general ward. Once the doctors saw he could get out of bed, they advised him not to stay lying down all the time, as it wasn’t good for his recovery, and told him to get up every day and walk up and down the hallway.

At that time, Su Wenyu didn’t have much strength in his legs, so he could only walk with the aid of a walker.

Besides patients, many elderly people with leg problems also use walkers for support. For Su Wenyu, it was a device safer and more convenient than crutches.

“Where did you get these?” Su Wenyu asked.

“The infirmary. I saw they had them, so I rented them.” Zhou Xu helped him up from the floor, letting him try the walker. “I felt like you’d fall with crutches, so this is safer. Give it a try.”

Su Wenyu couldn’t argue. He truly wasn’t good with crutches, and if the floor was slippery sometimes, crutches weren’t as safe as a walker.

Using the walker, Su Wenyu took a couple of steps within the limited space of the dorm room. It worked great.

At the very least, he could use the bathroom by himself now, without having to trouble Zhou Xu to support him.

“For going out normally, use the wheelchair. For moving around the dorm, use the walker,” Zhou Xu arranged everything for him.

Su Wenyu used the walker to go to the bathroom. After washing his hands, he hopped out, leveraging the walker. He didn’t even need time to adjust.

Zhou Xu hadn’t expected him to use it so skillfully. He laid out the takeout boxes he’d brought on the table and reminded him: “Eat, then take a nap. I’ll wake you at one-thirty for afternoon class.”

“Okay! Thanks, Bro~” Su Wenyu chirped his thanks sweetly, eagerly tearing open the box to eat.

Today, Zhou Xu had packed him fast food from the first-floor cafeteria—two meat dishes and one vegetable dish. The box was stuffed full, as if afraid he wouldn’t have enough, along with a container of tomato egg drop soup.

The aroma of the food made Su Wenyu’s mouth water instantly. He grabbed a chicken drumstick and took a huge bite, a bit of juice instantly smearing on his pale lips.

After folding the wheelchair and stashing it in a corner of the dorm, Zhou Xu also sat down at his own desk to eat.

The weather was scorching today. Going back and forth had made Zhou Xu sweat heavily. He was so hot he didn’t have much appetite, but then he glanced over and saw Su Wenyu eating with his cheeks puffed out, looking like the food was absolutely delicious. For some reason, it suddenly made his own meal seem more appetizing, and he ended up cleaning his plate too.

The air conditioning in the dorm was turned down low. After eating, Zhou Xu cooled down considerably. Before climbing into bed for his nap, he went to the bathroom, wet a towel, wiped the sweat off his body, and then climbed up to the top bunk.

Su Wenyu, having finished his food, tidied up the desk, put his trash together with Zhou Xu’s, and stretched out comfortably on his floor mat.

Afternoon classes started at one-thirty. Zhou Xu used the small tricycle again to deliver Su Wenyu, along with his wheelchair, to his classroom before rushing off to his own class.

Because Su Wenyu’s afternoon classes were all in the same academic building—just switching from the second floor to the fourth, and there was an elevator—he didn’t make Zhou Xu Ran over again. Instead, he wheeled himself along behind his classmates, took the elevator up, and messaged Zhou Xu to let him know he’d arrived safely once he reached the fourth-floor classroom.

For the rest of the week, the interaction between Su Wenyu and Zhou Xu continued in this seemingly harmonious manner.

Until this weekend, when the new freshmen officially arrived on campus to register.