Chapter 51: The Vicious Rich Family’s Fake Young Master · 51

Su Wenyu’s brain went into a complete state of crash at that moment. He couldn’t fathom how Xia Yehang and the others could possibly know about him crawling into Zhou Xu’s bed.

That day’s mission—hadn’t it been to climb into Zhou Xu’s bed and sleep there a whole night without waking the two of them up?

Hadn’t his mission been a success?

Subconsciously, Su Wenyu looked at Zhou Xu, his hand reaching out to tug at his hem. He silently asked with his eyes: How did they know?

Zhou Xu glanced down at the hand tugging his hem, then tried to decipher the look in Su Wenyu’s eyes. Sorry, couldn’t read it.

But whatever Su Wenyu wanted to ask was something he was curious about too.

That night, Zhou Xu’s attention had been entirely on Su Wenyu. When Wenyu slept, he probably had a habit of hugging the blankets, but the dorm’s single bed was too cramped for two, leaving no room to hug a blanket. So, Su Wenyu had spent the whole night clinging to Zhou Xu instead.

Zhou Xu had been so preoccupied just keeping Su Wenyu’s leg from wandering all over the place that he hadn’t detected the other two waking up at all.

He’d been so careful then, reminding himself not to let them find out…

Getting no answers from Zhou Xu, Su Wenyu could only stiffen his scalp and ask them, “How do you even know I, uh… did that? Crawled into his bed?”

Seeing Su Wenyu embarrassed, Xia Yehang found himself getting embarrassed too.

“Nah, it’s just, um, that night… neither of us was asleep,” Xia Yehang stammered.

It was obviously because seeing Su Wenyu crawl into Zhou Xu’s bed had kept them awake. Yet for some reason, saying it out loud made it sound like he’d deliberately stayed up to spy on Su Wenyu’s bed-climbing escapade. He felt inexplicably guilty.

Even Shen Yi clammed up at this point, dodging Su Wenyu’s stare after locking his bike.

After all Su Wenyu’s calculations, the last thing he’d ever anticipated was the problem lying right at the very beginning. They hadn’t been asleep at all.

If they’d never been asleep, then naturally, there was no “waking up in the middle.” The mission might as well have been accomplished!

“If I say, I did crawl into Zhou Xu’s bed, but I’m not gay… would you believe me?” Su Wenyu asked.

The three men said nothing. Very clearly, this kind of explanation wouldn’t hold water. They didn’t believe it at all.

Even Su Wenyu, if he tried putting himself in their shoes—seeing a guy crawl into another guy’s bed in the middle of the night and cling to him to sleep—he probably wouldn’t believe that guy was straight either.

“Alright, let’s head up.” Su Wenyu sighed helplessly, giving up on explaining.

There was no point, anyway. No one would believe him.

Over the following month, Su Wenyu remained immersed in studying, memorizing, and taking makeup exams. Sprinkled in between were the occasional missions 520 would release, always playing the villain against Zhou Xu, making Zhou Xu simultaneously furious and forced to tutor him.

It wasn’t until mid-November that Su Wenyu finally finished all his exams.

But before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, during a class meeting, the class president suddenly dropped a notice. “Physical fitness test next Saturday. I’ve sent the pass/fail standards to everyone. Remember to train a bit this week.”

Su Wenyu initially had no idea what a “physical fitness test” was, until he saw the long list of events on the form, and the very conspicuous line: 1000-Meter Run, Male Pass Standard: 4 minutes 30 seconds.

Back at the dorm, Su Wenyu immediately brandished the form at his roommates. “What’s this 1000-meter run? I have to run 1000 meters?”

Zhou Xu glanced at it and nodded. “Yep.”

Zhou Xu had received the fitness test notice too, but his was the following Sunday, so the times were staggered.

Su Wenyu began to doubt himself. “Can I even pass that?”

Zhou Xu: “…Mm, it’ll be tough. Aside from the 1000-meter run, there are a lot of other events I suspect you won’t pass either.”

Xia Yehang quietly chimed in from the side, “Like pull-ups.”

Zhou Xu nodded. “Right. Pull-ups.”

Poor Su Wenyu didn’t even know what a pull-up was.

They didn’t have those in his novels and TV dramas!

Shen Yi pulled up a video of pull-ups to show Su Wenyu, while also asking, slightly puzzled, “You didn’t take the test freshman year?”

Su Wenyu answered honestly, “I dodged it.”

As for how he’d passed in the end, Su Wenyu dug through the original host’s memories.

There was nothing money couldn’t solve. The original ‘Su Wenyu’ had transferred a thousand yuan to the person in charge of recording the scores. That person had written Su Wenyu’s results right at the passing line.

Su Wenyu lowered his head in shame.

Shen Yi didn’t know how to respond to that, so he just broke a banana in half and offered it to soothe him.

Zhou Xu, meanwhile, was looking over the fitness test events, calculating how many Su Wenyu could actually pass.

University fitness tests across different schools were mostly similar. The easy ones were things like height, weight, and lung capacity, which together made up 15% of the total score.

Zhou Xu visually estimated that Su Wenyu’s Body Mass Index would fail. For someone his height, he was simply too thin.

Next were the sit-and-reach and the standing long jump, each accounting for 10% of the total.

Those needed testing, so Zhou Xu and the others took Su Wenyu downstairs. The dormitory floor was tile and too slippery for safe long jumps.

The sit-and-reach, which was pure agony for most other guys, actually surprised them.

Sitting on the edge of the running track, legs straight together, no bending the knees—Su Wenyu bent forward, his straightened palms effortlessly extending past his toes.

Su Wenyu’s body was astonishingly flexible.

The standing long jump also wasn’t a huge problem for him.

Although Su Wenyu’s legs lacked solid muscle, he was light. With some effort in the jump, he could pass just fine.

The real problems were the pull-ups, the 50-meter sprint, and the 1000-meter run.

Pull-ups were 10% of the total score. But Su Wenyu could only manage one on the momentum of jumping up to grab the bar, maybe a second one with effort. A third was a struggle.

The school’s pass standard for pull-ups was ten.

Xia Yehang looked at Su Wenyu’s arms and shoulder back and decisively told him to give up on that 10%.

Arm and shoulder-back muscle wasn’t something you could build in a short time. Abandoning that 10% to focus on the other events would be a better strategy.

So Su Wenyu tried the 50-meter sprint next, which accounted for 20% of the score.

He practiced twice. Each time, he was exactly one second short of passing. But this, relatively speaking, was a simpler issue. The most difficult hurdle was still the 1000-meter run, also worth 20% of the score.

Su Wenyu had never realized the school track was so huge. One lap was four hundred meters, but when he started running, it seemed to stretch out endlessly. After just one lap, he felt like he’d run four kilometers, not four hundred.

His throat was full of the taste of iron. He was wheezing by the end. After just one lap, he frantically waved his hand, signaling he couldn’t go on. The moment he stopped, his legs felt like they were filled with lead. He couldn’t lift them at all, and they buckled, threatening to give out.

Xia Yehang caught him in time, propping him up. “Don’t sit down. Walk it off slowly. Sit down once your breathing’s steady.”

Su Wenyu didn’t want to take a single step, but Xia Yehang was too strong. Wedging an arm under Su Wenyu’s armpit, he practically carried him, his toes barely touching the ground, taking him on two slow laps around the area.

A few minutes later, Su Wenyu’s breathing had somewhat steadied. Only then did Xia Yehang help him to sit on the nearby mat.

Shen Yi poured some warm water from his thermos cup and handed it to him, reminding, “Small sips.”

Su Wenyu, still obedient, cupped the mug. With glazed, unfocused eyes, he stared into the distance, sipping the water in tiny gulps.

He felt like the track had drained him dry, sucked the soul right out of his body.

Zhou Xu looked at the time Su Wenyu had clocked for that single lap. Three minutes, fifty seconds.

The fitness test required 1000 meters—two and a half laps around the track—to be run within 4 minutes 30 seconds to pass. Clearly, at Su Wenyu’s current speed, passing the 1000-meter run was impossible.

But Su Wenyu had already forfeited the weight score and the pull-ups. He couldn’t afford to lose the 1000-meter run too.

With a 20% weight, he had to at least try.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Xu told Su Wenyu, “Starting tomorrow morning, you’re coming with me for morning runs.”

Xia Yehang raised his hand. “Me too.”

Shen Yi also raised his, indicating he was in.

Zhou Xu immediately shot them a look like they were the most annoying lightbulbs in the world. “What are you two coming for?”

“We have our own fitness tests next Sunday. Just getting a head start on training. Problem?” Xia Yehang raised an eyebrow.

Zhou Xu clicked his tongue. Right. He’d forgotten the fitness test was for all grade levels, freshmen to seniors.

The planned two-person morning track run was about to gain two more lightbulbs. Zhou Xu was severely displeased.

Zhou Xu was displeased, but Su Wenyu was deeply touched. “Thank you for coming with me.”

He doubted he could keep it up on his own.

“Don’t mention it. When we get back, use the massage gun on your legs first. Otherwise, your legs might hurt tomorrow,” Xia Yehang said.

“Alright.” Su Wenyu agreed immediately.

After dinner, the group returned to the dorm. Xia Yehang pulled out his extra-long soundproof mat.

Usually, when Xia Yehang did planks or burpees, he used this mat to avoid disturbing the person downstairs.

“The mat’s been wiped down, it’s clean. Just lie down on your stomach,” Xia Yehang told Su Wenyu.

Not asking why, Su Wenyu obediently lay down.

Shen Yi considerately handed him a small pillow.

Su Wenyu hugged the pillow, settled on his stomach, and only then remembered to turn his head back and ask Zhou Xu, “Why do I have to lie on my stomach?”

Xia Yehang took out his massage gun and turned it on to show him. The gun head immediately started vibrating rapidly.

“To relax your leg muscles, prevent lactic acid buildup,” Xia Yehang explained.

Su Wenyu made an “Oh” sound and asked, “What happens if lactic acid builds up?”

“Your legs will hurt,” Zhou Xu said.

Su Wenyu made another “Oh.” He recalled now. Xia Yehang had said something about coming back and using the massage gun on him to prevent leg pain tomorrow.

The run had sucked the soul out of him, and after eating, he’d gotten drowsy, completely forgetting about it.

But before his soul could fully return, Xia Yehang had already pressed his ankle down through his sock. Massage gun—activated!

Su Wenyu instantly struggled. “Ah, no… that’s too… fast… ngh.”

After the run and a meal, the calf muscles that had been worked all afternoon were tight and knotted. The moment the massage gun slammed into them with that maddening vibration, a kind of indescribable, aching soreness nearly launched him right off the floor and into orbit.

“Xia Yehang! Stop—wait, just stop for a second!” Xia Yehang had Su Wenyu’s ankle pinned down so hard he couldn’t break free. Su Wenyu’s other foot scrambled frantically against the floor.

Zhou Xu held down his shoulders. Shen Yi pinned his flailing leg. Both soothed him, “Bear with it. It’ll be over soon.”

Tears welling in his eyes, Su Wenyu shook his head desperately. No, he couldn’t.

He absolutely could not endure this.