Chapter 6: Success "Master! Let go!"

Huo Wenyuan's mind wandered the entire afternoon.

He wondered if he'd taken the wrong medicine, or if he'd been possessed by something. Not only had he wasted so much time arguing with Gu Ci, but he'd actually contradicted himself and gone to shake his hand.

He'd been rebuffed with, "You should take your medicine!"

It was hilarious! Didn't he know when to take his medicine? Minding his own

business.

But even more ridiculous was that once that thought was aroused, the thought of contacting Gu Ci surged through his mind like a bubble, visible and intangible, swirling around in his head, uncontrollable.

Huo Wenyuan, you're crazy.

Forcefully suppressing his self-contempt and suspicion, Huo Wenyuan leaned against the window with mixed feelings, his "Republic" in his hand looking less than ideal.

That Gu Ci must be his nemesis.

Gu Ci had no idea he was considered Huo Wenyuan's nemesis.

He was immersed in the intense review atmosphere of the class, busily working on his exercises, not daring to slack off for a moment.

Gu Ci's grades have always been good. In his previous school, he was always in the top three in his class and the top ten in his grade. But even so, he still didn't dare to slack off. After all, every student in Xichen was the best among the top students. He always understood that there are always people who are better than you.

In Gu Ci's cognition, only by constantly working hard, striving, and not giving up can you get what you want.

This is what his father taught him. He said that this was what his mother often said when she was alive. So, it became Gu Ci's life motto.

Teacher Xie Bu Ruo, who was sitting on the stage, took a sip of tea, watching the students who used to make a lot of trouble become so motivated. Holding the red-headed appointment document for the next semester in his hand, he felt a little comforted.

These smart little rascals, no matter how crazy and noisy they were in normal times, at this critical juncture of the last semester of the third year of junior high school, they calmed down and took the high school entrance examination seriously.

His eyes fell on the last row, and his smile froze again, and he shook his head.

Why can't Shang Zui, this brat, learn from the smart, cute and sensible Gu Ci╰_╯The

first bell for the evening self-study class finally rang, and the sound of tables and chairs colliding started at the same time. The adolescent flowers of the motherland became lively again, and the sounds of chatting and laughing were more lively than a flock of birds.

The short-haired girl at the front desk kindly gave Gu Ci and Shang Zui a bag of cookies each: "Gu Ci, Shang Zui, these are the limited edition handmade cookies my sister brought back from abroad, they are super delicious! You should try them~"

Gu Ci took the cookies and thanked him: "Thank you!"

Shang Zui also took the cookie bag and tore it open: "Thank you, beautiful Liu!"

The girl smiled a little embarrassedly, holding her face and looking at Gu Ci expectantly: "How is it, Gu Ci, do you like it?"

Gu Ci nodded: "It's delicious!"

Shang Zui pretended to be dissatisfied and said: "It's unfair, why do you only care about Gu Ci and not ask me!"

The girl said in a panic: "I haven't had time to ask, Gu Ci explained the problem to me during the day..."

Shang Zui was mean again: "I understand, I just said it by the way~"

The girl's face flushed: "Shang Zui, you are so annoying!" She

turned her head and ignored him.

Shang Zui shrugged helplessly at Gu Ci, and wanted to make a joke, but was glared at by Gu Ci's dark eyes and immediately became obedient.

Even the little angel couldn't bear to watch; he was guilty.

"I was wrong, classmate Liu Zhitong. I'll bring you cookies tomorrow, okay?"

The female classmate blushed, "Who wants your cookies?"

Shang Zui threw his hands up, helpless but smug.

On the way home from school, Shang Zui grabbed Gu Ci's hand and forced his way towards Huo Wenyuan.

Huo Wenyuan frowned and said disdainfully, "Get away."

"Eh, I won't—" Shang Zui made a cheeky face, deliberately holding Gu Ci's arm and saying, "Huo Wenyuan, why are you always so fierce? Don't scare our little Gu Ci."

Huo Wenyuan fell silent, his eyes falling on Gu Ci's face beside him, and his expression instantly turned grim.

Shang Zui said to Gu Ci fearlessly, "Look, you're so sullen again."

Huo Wenyuan didn't bother to argue with Shang Zui at all. He walked forward, but heard Gu Ci whisper to Shang Zui, "Classmate Huo Wenyuan doesn't have a sullen face."

The student who "didn't have a sullen face" slowed down a beat.

Shang Zui found this quite intriguing and asked, "How do you describe the expression that makes everyone owe him two and a half million?"

Gu Ci replied earnestly, "It's normal to have no expression. Some people always smile, while others don't. Maybe... he's just worried about something?"

Huo Wenyuan's preoccupation was correctly predicted.

As they parted at the school gate, Shang Zui said, "I can't predict whether he's worried or not. Tomorrow I'll bring you cookies that are even better than the ones Liu Zhihe brought!"

Gu Ci nodded vigorously, "Thank you, Shang Zui!"

Huo Wenyuan's face soured even further.

Just a small cookie? What's the big deal?

Shang Zui waved at him with a playful smile. "Don't worry, classmate Huo Wenyuan, you have it too. Bye!"

They got into the car in silence. Butler Feng asked as usual, "How are you two feeling today? Was it hard?"

Seeing Huo Wenyuan silent, Gu Ci replied, "Fine. Thank you, Uncle Feng, for your concern."

Butler Feng adjusted his black-framed glasses and said with a smile, "It's great to have Xiao Ci around. Uncle Feng doesn't have to worry about awkward silences anymore."

"Tomorrow's the weekend. You and the young master can relax and unwind."

Gu Ci nodded, "Okay!"

Huo Wenyuan turned his head silently toward the window. "

Relaxing," he said, "isn't it just spending time in the Huo family garden basking in the sun and admiring the flowers between other training classes?

Boring as hell. "

They took the elevator upstairs and, at a safe distance, emerged, each heading their separate ways.

Gu Ci called out, "Young Master Huo!"

Huo Wenyuan turned and corrected him, "Call me Huo Wenyuan."

All right, as long as the young master is happy.

Gu Ci: "Huo... Wenyuan."

"Huo Wenyuan, are you feeling well today? Remember to take your medicine!"

Huo Wenyuan: "..."

Unpleasant memories began to attack him again.

Since you care about him so much, why don't you shake his hand?

Seeing Gu Ci's harmless expression, Huo Wenyuan felt even more irritated and averted his eyes stiffly: "I'm going to sleep."

Before Gu Ci could even say good night, Huo Wenyuan slammed the bedroom door shut.

Gu Ci had no choice but to say "good night" to the door.

Behind the door, Huo Wenyuan caught the dark green lizard that had enthusiastically crawled over and stared at it with some distress.

"Why are you so grumpy?"

The lizard's big glass-bead eyes were filled with joy, and it didn't quite understand its owner's provocation.

Huo Wenyuan sighed and exiled the lizard into the rockery.

Never mind. Maybe a good night's sleep will help.

Gu Ci finished writing in his diary, tucked himself into bed, and prepared for his day's sleep.

Moonlight shone softly on the diary on his bedside table.

[Young Master Huo took his medicine on time today. That's great!]

[But he actually wanted to shake my hand. That's simply alarmist. Luckily, I dodged him in time.]

[Guess I have to be more careful next time. I absolutely can't let the Young Master get sick because of me!]

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Gu Ci had a dream that night.

He dreamed he had transformed into a lamb, and a predator was pouncing on it with a clear purpose, nearly piercing his aorta.

He ran desperately, and a ferocious tiger chased him all night until he woke up.

Luckily, it was just a dream. Otherwise, he would have been in danger.

Gu Ci walked out of the bedroom with lingering fear. He checked the time on the wall clock and realized it was almost time. He might as well call the Young Master.

He knocked on the door. "Huo... Wenyuan, it's time to get up."

As usual, Huo Wenyuan didn't respond.

Had he fallen asleep again?

Thinking of this, Gu Ci placed his hand on the doorknob, debating whether to call out again when Huo Wenyuan's sleepy voice rang out from inside: "Come in."

Gu Ci had no choice but to open the door and step quietly inside. He said to Huo Wenyuan, whose eyes were tightly closed, "Huo Wenyuan, get up."

Huo Wenyuan only moved his lips: "Got it."

"Help me."

Gu Ci's eyes widened, and he said sheepishly, "Young... Master, you can't!"

Young Master Huo wasn't awake yet, and he couldn't afford to make a mistake.

Huo Wenyuan didn't care. He raised his arm and grasped Gu Ci's wrist with unerring precision.

Gu Ci stepped back in fear, but Huo Wenyuan's grip held him firmly.

"Huo Wenyuan, let go! You'll get sick!"

Huo Wenyuan finally opened his eyes, a flicker of satisfaction in his narrow irises, a look of triumph at having secured his prey .

Gu Ci, assuming he'd finally woken up, quickly moved his wrist to warn, "Master! Let go!"

Huo Wenyuan extended his hand, raising it to his thin lips. "Shh!"

He stared impudently into Gu Ci's tearful eyes and said, "Don't talk. Leave me alone."

Gu Ci fell silent, his eyes gazing at him with fear and helplessness.

Satisfied with his cooperation, Huo Wenyuan encircled the tiny wrist, feeling the blood flow.

Strangely, the dormant anxiety and restlessness vanished, replaced by an unprecedented sense of peace and contentment.

Even if touching Gu Ci now risked an allergic reaction, or even fainting, he was content.

He closed his eyes in immense contentment, seemingly lost in some special emotion, until he looked up and met Gu Ci's aggrieved, tearful eyes.

Huo Wenyuan instantly regained consciousness and released Gu Ci's wrist.

Perhaps from a bit too strong a grip, Gu Ci's wrist immediately became covered in a red mark. Feeling as if the sky were falling, he asked Huo Wenyuan, "Young Master, are you feeling unwell?"

"I, I'll tell Butler Feng right away..."

This time, Huo Wenyuan's "come back" wasn't working. Gu Ci actually summoned Butler Feng, fearing something might have happened to Huo Wenyuan because of him.

Hearing Gu Ci's description, Butler Feng became incredibly worried. While comforting Gu Ci, he immediately called Dr. Yang and asked him to come and check on him.

"I'm sorry..." Gu Ci's self-blame reached its peak. If he had stayed away from the Young Master, if he had gotten out of the way in time, the Young Master wouldn't have bumped into him...

"Don't blame him," Huo Wenyuan interrupted calmly. "I was the one who wanted to shake his hand."

Butler Feng's glasses nearly fell off.

The Young Master had suffered greatly from his health since childhood and had always disliked social interaction. Why was he... rebellious now?

He tentatively asked, "Young Master, why do you want... to shake Xiao Ci's hand?"

Huo Wenyuan looked at Gu Ci, his gaze subtle and profound.

Things have developed to this point. If we must find an excuse to prevaricate, we might as well give in to their wishes and give them an explanation. That way, there won't be too many obstacles in doing anything we want in the future.

He had an indifferent look and a flat tone, but it was like throwing a depth bomb in the hearts of Gu Ci and Butler Feng: "No reason, he and I are friends, aren't we?"