Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Best Actor Fu must own this professional book because of Wang Youquan.
At least, that was how Pei Zhen usually coaxed his own manager.
Books with titles like “The Main Points of Acting,” or “Analysis of Lin Yousu,” were all over his book shelf. However, underneath these respectable looking covers, it was actually hiding something like manga.
Fu Sichen must be hiding something too.
In the beginning, Pei Zhen had thought that Fu Sichen’s book was hiding some kind of dark secret. But after opening it, all that came out was a thick stack of paper.
Without a doubt, these papers were very important to Fu Sichen.
The corners of every page had been neatly aligned, and the words on the papers had already started to fade. It was clear that they were rather old.
“What are these?”
Pei Zhen continued to flip through the pages curiously. It wasn’t a diary, or even some kind of important notes. The papers were a mix of formulas, arithmetic, and other things like that… He had flipped through most of them before it slowly dawned on him.
Wait a second.
These were his notes from when he was still in school.
Even if he hadn’t used a pen and paper for a long time, Pei Zhen could at least recognize his own handwriting. He hadn’t been completely sure until he saw a character sketch that finally confirmed his suspicions.
The sketch was rather messy. However, because of the artist’s good skills, you could easily tell that it was a remarkable rendering of a person.
It was a drawing of a youth.
The youth was lowering his head while reading; he had defined facial features that made him look outstanding and handsome.
Next to the sketch, in ostentatious lettering, were the words “Big Brother.” On the other side of the paper was a note: Autumn, High School Year 2, From Pei Zhen.
Pei Zhen was stunned.
It had been so many years since that time, but looking at the sketch brought a lot of memories to the surface.
That’s right, he had drawn a sketch of Fu Sichen in his free time. He must have been possessed. Why else would he have written the words “Big Brother” on the drawing, and gifted it to Fu Sichen himself?
The only thing that made him confused was that Fu Sichen had been expressionless when he accepted the gift. Why was it so well preserved? Was he planning on passing it down as a family heirloom or something?
Pei Zhen couldn’t find a good explanation. Especially after recalling the way that Fu Sichen had called him a rascal, Pei Zhen started to panic. He quickly slammed the book shut.
Cr*p! Cr*p! Cr*p!
Why did the way he used to interact with his good friend seem a little gay in retrospect? Or was it just an illusion?
Sigh.
Before Pei Zhen could think of a good explanation, Fu Sichen had already finished showering and was walking out of the bathroom. Pei Zhen turned around, with a look that was hard to describe.
Fu Sichen had no way of knowing the emotional turmoil that his cat was currently going through. He quickly blow-dried his hair before plopping himself onto the bed.
Fu Sichen moved the cat to one side, making sure to leave a space for the Persian cat. With the cat watching, he took the book out, and fished out the wad of papers.
“What on earth…?!” Pei Zhen didn’t know what to think.
Looking through this stack of papers during his free time was part of Fu Sichen’s daily routine. His deep gaze looked extremely gentle, but it only served to scare Pei Zhen. By now, all he wanted to do was keep his distance.
He felt like he didn’t really know his rival anymore. Fu Sichen felt more and more like a total stranger the longer he stayed with him.
Why did he save his rival’s old school notes!?
Maybe… Fu Sichen wanted to copy his handwriting?
Pei Zhen analyzed his handwriting in his head. It really was amazing— not only did it flow beautifully, but it was both classy and stylish.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was true. His goosebumps went away, and Pei Zhen was left feeling rather flattered.
He looked up again and stared at Fu Sichen, who was in deep concentration. Water droplets were still dripping from his damp hair, so the cat jumped off the bed to come back with a towel.
Fu Sichen frowned.
Pei Zhen’s eyes were welling up with tears, “Dry your hair, my little apprentice. After your teacher is a human again, I’ll make sure to pass my skills onto you.”