Chapter 083 - Just try taking off your jacket again next time we play basketball.
Fake Slackers
Translator: Jury
Editor: NomNom
First Published on Chaleuria
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083 â Just try taking off your jacket again next time we play basketball.
Winter was well underway. It didnât snow often in A City, but the damp and chilly air still pierced through his clothes.
Xie Yu put down his pen. He still wore the jacket He Zhao had passed to him over his shoulders. He smiled faintly and said, âThatâs all you want?â
Then, before He Zhao could reply, Xie Yu called him âgeâ without further thought.
Xie Yu had caught a light cold recently. After playing basketball and working up a sweat, he had stripped down to his thin undershirt and run about in the wind for half the class period. Now his voice was slightly hoarse and carried a hint of careless apathy.
But He Zhao was mesmerized by the simple, light word.
He buried half his face in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and sighed quietly, âWhoâs punishing who here, really?â
It was getting late. Xie Yu presed at his temple, then got up and started to leave. But before he could take two steps, He Zhao tightly caught hold of his wrist from behind, and Xie Yu heard him say, âDonât go.â
He Zhao repeated, âDonât go back tonight.â
Xie Yu stopped walking, letting He Zhao catch hold of him, and didnât struggle to get free. âI call you âgeâ and youâll let me go. Which idiot said that, again?â
He Zhao said, âYeah, which idiot?â
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The brightly lit dorm building now had all its lights off. The security guard walked back and forth downstairs, flashlight in hand, its light breaking through the darkness of night. Outside the window, the light flashed by from time to time.
The single bed was too narrow. Xie Yu took off his sweater and was skin to skin with He Zhao when he lay down.
He uncomfortably moved his leg, which was flush against He Zhaoâs through the fabric. His foot met He Zhaoâs and He Zhao gave a hiss of pain, then warned in a low voice, âDonât move around.â
Xie Yu opened his eyes and turned to look at him.
They occasionally spent the night in each otherâs dorm rooms.
At lights-out they would say they needed to go, and then not move, never leaving even if they wanted to.
Erzhongâs dorm rooms were very well managed. A student need only put in an application if they wanted to swap dorm rooms, and the procedures would be completed within three days. But Xie Yu and He Zhaoâs situation was different.
Before this, they had to worry about the pile of extracurricular study materials and mock papers they kept hidden. If one of them really moved in with the other, would they need to get up in the middle of the night to do practice questions in secret? Now, they no longer had this worry and had thought about switching dorm rooms again.
But when Mad Dog received the application, he was so angry his head could have ballooned to twice its size. He rapped on his office desk and said, âThe two of you, what are you planning? Are you going to play video games into the middle of the night? Iâve seen more than my share of your kind of tricks, Iâm telling you now.â
He Zhao tried to explain himself. âActually, weâre going to study properlyâŚâ
Mad Dog threw the application straight into the trash can. âForget that nonsense. Donât even think about it. Thereâs no room for discussion. Go on, get back to class.â
Xie Yu, having slept squashed in a single bed all night, was sore all over when he woke up the next morning to Mad Dogâs announcement. He was supremely frustrated and nearly kicked He Zhao off the bed.
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There was a lot of homework. Not long after the school gates opened, Wan Da and the others had already gotten to class and exchanged homework assignments while gobbling breakfast.
Wan Da was halfway through copying an assignment when his sharp ears caught wind of someone pushing open the door. He glanced up and let out a sigh of relief, then he did a double take. Still with half a dough stick in his mouth, he said, âGood morning, Yu-ge⌠whatâs the matter, back pain?â
Xie Yu was in a bad mood and was still a little dizzy. He walked straight to the back row. âNo.â
âAh, donât turn the page.â Wan Da glanced back down and found that Luo Wenqiang had turned a page of Liu Cunhaoâs math exercise book. âIâm not done copying, wait a minute.â
The two continued copying homework for a while without further incident. Wan Da, transcribing attentively, didnât even look up when he reached for more breakfast. After a beat, Luo Wenqiang finally couldnât take it any more. âCan you stop eating my buns?â
Wan Da swallowed the bite in his mouth. âI thought something seemed amiss. I didnât buy beef mince bunsâŚâ
He Zhao held a paper cup and was getting water at the back of the classroom. When he heard this, he couldnât hold back a laugh.
As he laughed, he remembered the strange scene from gym class the previous day. He asked, âWhat were you doing with those two girls yesterday?â
Wan Da paused mid-chew.
Luo Wenqiang was halfway through copying an answer. He stopped and met Wan Daâs eyes for two seconds. ââŚâŚâ
Their class couple was now known throughout the school, and no matter how Class 3 tried to make official announcements or explain things away, it was no use. After they had stopped the two girls outside the basketball court, another thread popped up that day on the class forum. Someone from Class 3 said they are upstanding best bros. Who on earth believes that?
The comments below were nearly identical. Please, isnât this a case of âthere are no 300 taels of silver here?âš
Nope, I donât believe it.
Whoever believes it is an idiot.
There were too many responses to the thread and the three of them couldnât even keep up with replying.
He Zhao hadnât paid much attention and was just asking off the top of his head, but now he thought their reactions seemed amiss. After getting hot water, he pushed the paper cup into Xie Yuâs hands and said, âYou two⌠did something happen?â
Luo Wenqiang was so nervous he couldnât even keep his tongue straight. âNo, no, nothing happened!â
Liu Cunhao was not there yet, so Wan Da had an idea and pushed all the blame onto their class rep. âItâs⌠itâs like this. Hao-zi was on the student council, right? Someone came looking for him for student council stuff.â
Luo Wenqiang let out a sigh of relief and gave Wan Da a thumbs-up on the down-low. âGood idea.â
The explanation made sense, so He Zhao didnât keep asking.
Xie Yu took the cup of hot water He Zhao handed over. His hands were half-hidden in his sleeves, and his fingers poking out were faintly red from the cold. He held onto the cup and asked, âWhatâs this for?â
âPay more attention, all right?â He Zhao sighed. âYou didnât even realize that you got sick? Just try taking off your jacket again next time we play basketball.â
Xie Yu really hadnât been feeling well the last couple of days, but he hadnât paid much attention, thinking he had just caught a slight cold. A minor thing. Now that He Zhao had spoken, he sat frozen, holding the cup.
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In Zhou Daleiâs eyes, Xie Yu was someone who could accompany him to beat someone up with a stick even while running a fever.
Once, when he was ill, Madam Gu had made Xie Yu eat fever medicine and then lie down to sleep. Zhou Dalei wasnât aware of the situation and came knocking. âJoin a fight? The bastard on the next street overâŚâ
When they were done, Zhou Dalei had said excitedly, âLetâs go and have a drink at my familyâs stall.â Xie Yu had thrown down his wooden stick and declined with a hoarse voice. Only then had Zhou Dalei noticed something was off. He had touched Xie Yuâs forehead: burning hot.
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It wasnât a big deal.
But it was precisely the little details like this, which even Xie Yu himself didnât notice, that someone had taken very seriously to heart.
Xie Yuâs hand warmed little by little.
Even Xie Yu himself didnât notice that, alongside the rising temperature, his frustration also dissipated.
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About half the class had arrived. Nearly everyone was copying homework, and the ones who werenât were comparing answers and correcting some of their own. Only when Xu Qingqing came around to collect the worksheets did He Zhao start doing his homework.
âZhao-ge, you didnât do your paper again?â Xu Qingqing was not surprised at all. She stood to the side with a stack of worksheets, watching him struggle. âEveryone else turns in a full mock paper and you turn in half a mock paper. Might as well not turn it in at all, like Yu-ge⌠Is that really what youâre going to write there? You donât even have the first half of the passage⌠how are you even doing these?â
Under He Zhaoâs arm was half the mock final paper he had dug out of his desk with much difficulty. Even if the entire reading comprehension passage had been printed on the missing half that he had no idea of the whereabouts of, it wouldnât affect his question-answering abilities at all.
He Zhao said, âI do questions based on feel alone. If it feels right, thatâs it.â
Xu Qingqing said, ââŚI just feel that youâre done for. The English teacher isnât going to let you off.â
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As mock paper by mock paper went by, the weekend finally arrived.
Erzhongâs food street was filled with flying banners. The Valedictorian House was using the end-of-term exams to host a â20% Storewide Discountâ event with great fanfare.
âWelcome the end of the semester! We heartily celebrate Erzhongâs final exams. During exam week, 20% storewide discount!
ââŚOne day Iâll wreck the Valedictorian House. Theyâre going too far.â
âExams are painful, but after theyâre over we can enjoy our vacation,â Liu Cunhao said, directing the class as they moved chairs and tables. âIsnât it more relaxing to think of it that way?â
Xie Yu moved his chair and desk to the left. Before he could go very far with the chair, he saw a girl in front having some difficulty moving things.
Her desk was full of books and study materials, so it was too heavy for her to push. She was slow and blocked the way of the person behind her who was also trying to move.
He Zhao only had a single pen. He sat at the very end of the first column, spinning the pen in his hand. He turned and saw his little friend help someone carry their desk and chair from the beginning of the row to the end.
He looked the same as always. The weather was already chilly, but looking at Xie Yu, one might feel that the surrounding temperature had dropped another few degrees.
The girl was worried Xie Yu was annoyed by her moving things too slowly.
âHere?â Xie Yu stopped and asked.
âY-yes. Thank you.â
He Zhao, looking on from the side, couldnât hold back a slight smile.
After sitting back down, Xie Yu noticed He Zhao staring at him and smiling about something. He mouthed, âAre you goddamn sick?â
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The end-of-term exams lasted three days.
The atmosphere of every examination hall was very tense, aside from the very last one.
The bad studentsâ gathering grounds still consisted of the same few faces. It was no use cheating to get good grades; Mad Dog beat them back down here all the same. They all had the air of grandmasters: strong psychological constitution, talking and laughing.
There were also some who worried a bit more about their grades. Before the invigilating teachers arrived, they stood up and started rallying people, âThis exam will determine if we have a happy New Year.â
âEveryone, although weâre the last 30 students in the year, we canât give up hope. If we all strive hard, one question done is one question gained. If we put all our knowledge together, and distribute it to every corner of this classroomâŚâ
This group of students made cheating sound like they were spreading knowledge, but even if they passed answers around, it was still the same old set of answers. Even if crib notes flew all through the exam hall, they would all score about the same anyway.
Xie Yu glanced at He Zhaoâs answer sheet. Over the last several exams, He Zhao had indeed quietly scored a few more points on each subject test.
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Translation notes: [1] 300 taels of silver: An idiom meaning âtrying to keep something hidden but inadvertently exposing it in the process.â A man who had 300 taels of silver wanted to hide them from robbers and evildoers, so he dug a pit and buried them. Still worried, he put up a sign saying âThere are no 300 taels of silver here.â (Of course, they were stolen.)