Wen Feiran gave a dry laugh. "It's pretty fun."
Su Shangting: "."
He and Zou Yuxing were bitter rivals. They fought over everything and competed in everything, and anyone caught between them had to pick a side.
Su Shangting looked Wen Feiran up and down, raising an eyebrow.
He could just about serve as his lackey.
"I don't even like this!" Su Shangting remained stubborn.
Wen Feiran said, "Oh," and couldn't think of anything else to say.
Su Shangting thought he was stupid. His expression changed several times, as though he were making a great sacrifice, before he awkwardly asked, "If there were only one, who would you give it to?"
"This is Zou Yuxing's ball. It's not for the two of us to decide."
"Am I talking about the ball?" Su Shangting looked at him with disdain. "How come you're smart one moment and stupid the next?"
Faced with that pretty, aggressive face, Wen Feiran meekly swallowed his retort.
"Did you really not understand what I meant?" Su Shangting asked in disbelief.
Wen Feiran blinked. "Could it... mean something else?"
"You!" It was Su Shangting's first time extending an olive branch, only to run into a blockhead who couldn't even tell what he meant.
"Forget it. I can't be bothered talking to you!" Su Shangting glared at him.
Wen Feiran really didn't know how to get along with this young master. Afraid he would get angry for no apparent reason again, he even made a point of standing farther away.
They had finally had a moment of peace when Zou Yuxing suddenly ran back. "What are you talking about?"
Before Wen Feiran could figure out what to say, Su Shangting snapped back, "What's it to you?"
"I was just asking."
"Don't be so casual. Don't you want to play ball? Go on, get out of here."
"I want to play with Feiran."
"Feiran doesn't want to play with you."
"You're not Feiran. How would you know?"
"You're not me. How do you know I don't know?"
Zou Yuxing laughed in exasperation. "I can't be bothered arguing with you. Come on, Feiran, let's keep playing."
Wen Feiran was dragged away. He was only helping throw the ball, yet he was even more tired than Zou Yuxing. Beads of sweat glistened on the tip of his nose, and a faint flush colored the corners of his eyes. His whole presence had grown lively, unlike before, when he had always seemed drab and barely noticeable.
Su Shangting was in a bad mood and gave a cold snort. His impression of Wen Feiran was fairly good, but he was used to having a sharp tongue, and what came out was criticism. "Your hair looks so old-fashioned. It's like you've got a pot lid on your forehead."
When Wen Feiran heard that, he instinctively covered his bangs and looked at Su Shangting with alarm and wariness.
The makeup artist had warned him over and over not to let anyone notice anything amiss. He was afraid of getting her into trouble and had been careful all along, but he had let his guard down just now.
Su Shangting misunderstood and felt offended. Anger rose in him. "I'm not wrong, am I? Your bangs are sticking straight out like that. If that's not old-fashioned, what is?"
Wen Feiran didn't know how to respond. He gave a dry laugh and silently turned around, afraid someone would notice something unusual again.
"..." Su Shangting felt that he was being snubbed.
He had always been the little young master doted on by his family, and his fans were happy to pamper him too. Apart from Zou Yuxing, Wen Feiran was the first person to give him the cold shoulder to his face. Su Shangting's first reaction wasn't anger, but an overwhelming sense of grievance.
"You, you, you, you!" Su Shangting couldn't get a complete sentence out, nor did he want to show his vulnerable side. He rubbed his eyes with his sleeve and issued an imposing threat. "Neither of us should talk to the other!"
It was the first time Wen Feiran had felt such undisguised rejection and dislike. At a loss, he turned his head and looked after Su Shangting with hurt in his eyes.
He was only afraid of socializing, but that didn't mean he didn't care at all. Sometimes he was even very sensitive.
Su Shangting's emotions had come out of nowhere, and Wen Feiran didn't know how to deal with them. He could only silently bear the negative feelings and suffer alone.
Su Shangting felt no better. Whenever he lost his temper in the past, someone would coax him, but this time he had waited ages without anyone giving him a way out. He could only keep up the act and continue sulking.
Zou Yuxing was carefree and hadn't noticed the tension between them. At last, he had had enough of playing and said, panting, "Let's go back."
Wen Feiran nodded, while Su Shangting simply rolled his eyes.
"Don't mind him. He's acting up again." Zou Yuxing pulled Wen Feiran forward, leaving Su Shangting behind.
Wen Feiran stumbled along for a few steps, then looked back, wanting to call Su Shangting over. Su Shangting snorted coldly and pretended not to see.
Their relationship had grown even more strained, and only Zou Yuxing kept talking nonstop.
At this time of year, the flowers in the mountains were at their finest. In the distance, they saw a sea of purple.
Tiny flowers clustered together, blooming exuberantly to form a shape of life in freedom, the most vibrant color amid the green mountains and clear waters.
Wen Feiran and Su Shangting were both drawn to them and took a detour over.
Joy touched Wen Feiran's brows, and the corners of his mouth lifted involuntarily. He bent down and picked several bunches of flowers, as though he were holding an armful of purple stars.
Su Shangting couldn't be bothered picking any himself, but he liked them very much too, and his gaze never left them for a moment.
His personality was too spoiled and willful, and he was always full of aggression. But now Su Shangting had reined in his temper. With his fair, clean face and curved brows and eyes, he was a young master one couldn't help but like.
The viewers in the livestream were just about to lose themselves in his looks when they saw Su Shangting furrow his brows. A second before Wen Feiran looked over, he folded his arms and gave a cold snort.
Wen Feiran didn't notice the little gesture. "These flowers are beautiful. Do you like them? They're for you."
The invisible ears on Su Shangting's head twitched, and his whole demeanor brightened, but his face remained stiff. "I don't like these nameless wildflowers."
The particle at the end of his sentence gave away his true feelings, but unfortunately, Wen Feiran didn't pick up on it.
He looked down at the flowers in his arms and sighed regretfully.
Right, Su Shangting was a young master. His home was full of precious plants, so naturally, wildflowers from the roadside wouldn't catch his eye.