Transmigrated into the Villain’s Family to be the Pampered Favorite 122

Chapter 122: Stirrings of Love

The cicadas on the summer branches were so noisy they were distracting. The scorching afternoon sun shone through the classroom window, landing on the youths in their blue and white school uniforms.

The classroom curtains were broken, and Fei Nuo, sitting by the window, felt as if the hair on his head were about to be melted by the sun.

He lay on his desk listlessly, a small part of his tongue sticking out as he panted to dissipate the heat.

Gu Ze, who was concentrating on taking notes, paused his pen. The moment the teacher on the podium turned around, he took out the cream ice cube he had bought during the break from his school uniform pocket and stuffed it into Fei Nuo’s hand.

Fei Nuo, suddenly touching something so cold, almost let out a hiss. Fortunately, the teacher’s timely turn stopped his voice.

Secretly placing the ice cube under his cheek, Fei Nuo continued to lie on his desk, his head tilted as he stuck out his tongue.

Alright, the dried little fish is now an iced flavor.

Gu Ze’s peripheral vision caught sight of the small part of Fei Nuo’s tongue sticking out. As if stimulated by the pinkish red, he turned his head to avoid looking, his fingertips, which were holding the pen, turning white.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him recently. It seemed that ever since he had come of age, his temper had risen along with this hot summer.

Just like now, Lei Yan behind Gu Ze was poking him with his pen, asking him in a small voice to share some of the ice cube.

But Gu Ze’s straight back slowly bent, and in the end, he covered his nose with one hand.

“Holy shit!”
“Gu Ze?!”

Fei Nuo, who had been cosplaying as a little dried fish, instantly jumped up, his eyes wide as he took out a tissue and stuffed it into Gu Ze’s nose, which was dripping with blood.

“Teacher, Gu Ze is having a nosebleed!”

The teacher pushed up his glasses and had Fei Nuo take Gu Ze to the infirmary.

Lei Yan in the back seat also stood up, intending to follow along, but he was hit on the head with a piece of chalk by the teacher, who pointed at his seat. “Lei Yan, sit down properly!”

Lei Yan pouted. His escape plan had failed, and he could only sigh and sit back down in his seat.

On the other side, Fei Nuo held Gu Ze’s wrist and hurriedly led him to the infirmary. “Hurry up. Why have you been having so many nosebleeds recently? Are you getting too hot?”

Fei Nuo turned his head, his soft black hair dancing on his forehead, his usually lively eyes now filled with worry.

Gu Ze’s wrist was held tightly, and he felt as if his lifeline were being held. His whole body was so stiff he could barely move, and he could only purse his lips and shake his head. “It should be fine. The weather is too hot.”

It’s so hot that Gu Ze feels he’s about to melt. It’s as if all his senses have failed, and all he can feel is the strength of Fei Nuo’s fingers holding his.

Fei Nuo also looked up at the sky, which was so hot it was all white. He couldn’t help but smack his tongue and let out a breath. “This summer is abnormally hot. Even the air I breathe out is hot.”

What do you mean? Gu Ze thought to himself. The air I’m breathing out is about to catch fire.

In the infirmary, the doctor, not at all surprised, gave him some medicine and pointed to the sofa in the small cubicle. “Take the medicine and sit there and cool down for a while. Young men have strong tempers. If it’s nothing, you don’t have to run over here in the future. Just let off some steam yourself.”

Hearing the doctor’s words, Gu Ze held the medicine box, his earlobes quickly turning red. In the end, his whole face was as red as a cooked shrimp.

But Fei Nuo was still sitting on the stool on the side, propping his face in his hands and asking, “Let off steam? With an ice cube?”

If I had known, I wouldn’t have taken the ice cube Gu Ze handed me, Fei Nuo thought.

The doctor looked up at Fei Nuo, who had red lips, white teeth, and a silly, adorably naive look, and said ambiguously, “Maybe.”

Gu Ze, on the other hand, grabbed Fei Nuo and, after thanking the doctor, quickly led him to the small cubicle with the sofa.

Fei Nuo let out a couple of “ai”s and almost fell from being pulled.

With his hands on his hips, he poked Gu Ze’s shoulder and said with a bit of annoyance, “I was asking the doctor a question. Why did you pull me?”

“There’s nothing to ask.”

Gu Ze sat on the sofa, not daring to look at him, and quickly lowered his head.

Fei Nuo crossed his arms, his cheeks, which hadn’t completely disappeared since he came of age, puffed up with anger. “What do you mean there’s nothing to ask? You’ve had at least eight nosebleeds this month, and they’re all so sudden. After asking the doctor, we can properly treat you and let you let off steam!”

It would have been better if he hadn’t said it. The moment he did, Gu Ze turned his face away and even covered his eyes with his hand.

He had to cover his eyes. He felt that his anger had now risen to his eyes. Without even looking in a mirror, he could guess that his eyes were definitely filled with red bloodshot.

Although they had grown up together, Gu Ze had matured earlier than Fei Nuo. The youthful energy of a teenager had quickly transformed into the sharp edges of a young man, and his growing body had also taken away his childishness, allowing him to enter the adult world faster than Fei Nuo.

So it was only recently that Gu Ze had, in a daze, understood his own different feelings.

He felt that there was a string in him that was tightly stretched, and perhaps one day, he would not be able to hold it back and would confess to Fei Nuo.

Seeing Gu Ze’s dazed look, Fei Nuo let out a light “hmph” and turned his head to get some water himself. “Hurry up and take your medicine.”

Fei Nuo wouldn’t argue with a patient. He handed the water he had gotten to Gu Ze.

After taking the medicine, Fei Nuo, who was fond of the cold, stayed in the infirmary and blew on the air conditioner for a long while before he returned to the classroom in the last class before school was over.

The moment he got to the classroom, Fei Nuo pointed at his desk and knocked on Lei Yan’s desk. “Where’s my little cream ice cube!”

Lei Yan said, not at all confidently, “It’s so hot. It must have melted!”

“You’re lying. Even if it melted into water, it should have left a trace! How can my desk be so clean?”

Fei Nuo was no longer the silly little thing he was when he was a child. Last time Lei Xiaoyan ate his cream popsicle and tricked him into thinking it had melted, he had nodded and believed him.

Lei Yan guiltily wrapped his arm around Zhou Le’s neck and let out a little “ai.” “I remember I haven’t gone to the bathroom yet. Zhou Le, hurry up and go with me!”

Seeing Lei Yan slip away, Fei Nuo finally sat back down in his chair with a huff.

For the latter half of the class, Gu Ze looked at the blackboard with all his heart, and the two of them had no more interaction.

Fei Nuo secretly glanced at Gu Ze’s serious profile, and his heart couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed.

He didn’t know what he was annoyed about. It seemed that last month, or the month before, Gu Ze had suddenly become strange.

Before, the two of them would always slack off in class, whispering to each other, secretly playing gomoku, or simply being caught by the teacher and sent out to stand as punishment.

Just not long ago, the two of them were still laughing in the hallway, jumping up and down to touch the green leaves that extended into the hallway.

Fei Nuo would stand on his tiptoes and poke Gu Ze’s face with the leaf he had caught, making him laugh from the tickle, his back pressed against the wall as he begged for mercy.

But later, for some reason, Gu Ze had gradually started to avoid him.

Although he would still buy him cold cream ice cubes, go to the school gate during evening self-study to buy him chestnut cake through the railings, and even make two copies of his class notes, one for him, Fei Nuo still felt uncomfortable. He propped his chin on his hand and spun his pen, feeling annoyed and frustrated.

With just one week left until the college entrance examination, the school had adjusted the schedule for the third-year high school students. The evening self-study, which used to go on until ten, was also canceled, and they could go home at six in the afternoon.

Fei Nuo pushed out his little electric scooter from the shed, put on his helmet, and rode back under the setting sun.

He had originally wanted a cool silver motorcycle like his eldest brother’s, but unfortunately, it was vetoed by his eldest brother, who, on the grounds that he was still young, had ordered him a little electric scooter with a speed comparable to a bicycle.

Fortunately, the little electric scooter was the silver-gray he had dreamed of, Fei Nuo comforted himself.

Before, Gu Ze would ride his bicycle with him, but today Fei Nuo was angry and didn’t want to wait for him.

And so, when Gu Ze came out from his cleaning duty, he saw that the silver motorcycle with the little duck sticker in the shed was gone, and the person with the little windmill on his helmet was also not there.

Lowering his eyes and kicking a stone on the side of the road, Gu Ze sighed lightly.

After Fei Nuo returned home, he took off his helmet, held his backpack, and said loudly, “I’m back!”

Fei Zhiyan was sitting on the sofa. His crossed legs were quickly uncrossed, and he stood up to take his backpack. “There’s chicken soup stewed today. Go and wash your hands quickly.”

Because Fei Nuo was about to take the college entrance examination, the whole Fei family was on high alert. Fei Zhiyan had been so nervous these past two days that he would circle around Fei Nuo every day, afraid that he would catch a cold or get too hot.

Including today’s chicken soup, Fei Zhiyan had personally made it in the kitchen, afraid that the chef’s cooking was not nutritious enough.

Fei Nuo took a spoon and, after taking a sip, looked at his papa with a complicated expression. “How is it?”

Fei Zhiyan coughed lightly, crossed his hands, and was ready to be praised.

“Two words,” Fei Nuo said, opening his mouth under his old father’s eager and expectant gaze. “Not good.”

Fei Zhiyan: “…”

Fei Luo, who was drinking porridge on the side, choked and coughed. His chestnut-colored hair swayed slightly, and he lowered his head to avoid his father’s gaze.

If it weren’t really that bad, Fei Nuo would have wanted to trick his papa.

But he remembered the last time he had tricked Fei Zhiyan into thinking that his stewed pig’s trotters with soybeans were good, and for a whole month, there was this soup on the dining table every day.

That month, Fei Nuo’s little face had turned the color of soybeans.

From then on, Fei Nuo no longer dared to give Fei Zhiyan false information.

But Fei Zhiyan, who was abnormally obsessed with cooking, still nodded lightly, his proud appearance as if he were giving a report on a major issue in a conference room. “I see. It might be that the chef’s recipe has some problems. I’ll use my own recipe next time.”

Fei Nuo and Fei Luo looked at each other and didn’t say any more harsh words to burst their father’s fantasy.

Fei Zhiyan, who had no talent for cooking at all, began to change up his dishes this week, trying to supplement Fei Nuo’s nutrition.

And this week, Fei Nuo and Gu Ze had not said another word to each other.