I Suggest You Stop Suggesting

"I'm going out with my best friend!" To convey his spirit of resistance, Yu An said it very loudly.

He Li'an thought for a moment. "That yellow-haired male classmate?"

"He has a name. His name is Song Yuechi!"

Every time He Li'an mentioned Song Yuechi, he called him "that yellow-haired male classmate." It was really rude.

He Li'an frowned. "I still wouldn't recommend it..."

"I suggest you stop suggesting." Yu An cut him off, turned, and ran.

He Li'an's expression tightened, and he quickly called out, "Walk slower. Watch your foot."

Yu An's foot was still recovering.

Using his health to spite someone was a very irrational thing to do, but Yu An felt that stopping right away would be giving He Li'an too much face. So he ran another two steps before finally coming to a stop.

He turned around and saw He Li'an still standing where he was, his face tense as he looked over.

Even though he knew He Li'an couldn't hear him, he still gave a huff before quickly turning away.

"Wow! Is this me?" Holding the phone case, Song Yuechi recognized himself in the design at a glance and excitedly asked Yu An for confirmation.

"Yes."

"Why did you draw me so cute?!!!" Song Yuechi was a little embarrassed as he shyly rubbed his arm against Yu An's.

Yu An was still a little unused to that kind of contact, but Song Yuechi looked very happy, so he did not dodge. He honestly said, "I drew it by feel."

Song Yuechi froze. An even brighter light burst from his eyes, and even his tone turned bashful. "I didn't expect you to think I'm this cute~"

Yu An had not expected Song Yuechi to be even happier than he imagined. His eyes curved as well.

As Song Yuechi put the case on his phone, he asked, "How much was it?"

Yu An replied flatly, "It's for you."

"Huh?" Song Yuechi turned to him with wide eyes. "Really!!!"

Yu An nodded.

The next second, Song Yuechi cried out and pounced over, wrapping Yu An in a hug. "Baby, you're so good to me!"

"..." Yu An raised both elbows between them and leaned back in physical resistance.

Song Yuechi sensed Yu An's stiffness too and quickly let go. "Sorry, I got a little too excited. This is the first handmade gift I've ever received."

"Oh." Seeing the unease in Song Yuechi's expression, Yu An tentatively explained, "I'm not used to being this close to other people."

At that, Song Yuechi relaxed and smiled. "I could tell."

Yu An quietly let out a breath of relief.

When he had said "oh" just now, he had meant that he had taken Song Yuechi's words in. But Song Yuechi's uneasy reaction made him feel that something might have been wrong with his response, so he had tried to explain.

Judging by Song Yuechi's reaction, there really had been something wrong with it.

But he had never noticed that before.

Yu An was curious about what he had said. "How could you tell?"

Song Yuechi blurted out, "Because you have a really strong NPC vibe."

Yu An looked puzzled. "NPC vibe?"

Song Yuechi wanted to slap his own mouth. With an awkward laugh, he explained, "It just means you look really introverted, like you're indifferent to everything and a little lacking in human warmth... But! You're really a good person! I like you a lot!"

Worried that Yu An might misunderstand, he spoke the first part very quietly, then raised his voice at the end to show his sincerity.

Yu An nodded. "Mm, I understand."

During class, Song Yuechi slept as usual. But the moment the teacher dismissed them, he sat up with drool hanging from his mouth and groggily asked Yu An, "What are we having for lunch?"

Yu An glanced at him and handed over a tissue. "Chicken set meal."

Song Yuechi accepted the tissue blankly. Yu An pointed at the corner of his mouth, and only then did Song Yuechi fumble to wipe it.

"You're eating that stuff again?" Song Yuechi's tone was full of disdain.

"Healthy."

"..."

Song Yuechi fell silent for a while, then negotiated with Yu An. "How about this? I'll eat grass with you for a day, and you eat something good with me for a day."

"Grass?"

"The formal term is light food."

"Oh." So, in Song Yuechi's eyes, what he ate counted as grass.

Song Yuechi was impatient and pressed, "So, yes or no?"

Yu An thought about it seriously. "We can try."

He was an adult now. Adults were resilient and could try more things.

While waiting for their food at the restaurant, Yu An scrolled through his Moments feed.

He only had three friends, so it was obvious whenever someone posted something new.

The newest post had been made by Song Yuechi half an hour ago.

[Song Yuechi]:

—Who still hasn't received a phone case handmade by their best friend~ [Proud] [Proud]

—[Photo] [Photo] [Photo] [Photo] [Photo] [Photo] [Photo] [Photo] [Photo]

Yu An counted them. Nine photos.

He did not understand why such a small phone case needed to be photographed from nine different angles, but he knew that was the limit of Moments, not the limit of Song Yuechi.

And besides, the feeling of having a gift he had given cherished like this really made him happy.

No wonder books always said that people needed social interaction, that people needed friends.

He liked Song Yuechi's post and left a smiling-face comment. Then he scrolled down and saw He Li'an's name.

[He Li'an]: [Photo]

It looked a little familiar.

Yu An opened it and recognized the view outside the Student Council office window.

He had only been there yesterday.

He did not like it and simply scrolled past.

Below that was a post Zhu Wen had made at ten that morning.

[Zhu Wen]: This year's persimmons grew really well. [Photo]

The photo showed a wide grove of bright red persimmon trees.

Yu An remembered that when he had first gone to He Li'an's home, He Li'an had mentioned that there was an orchard Zhu Wen had planted on the back mountain.

Yu An had never seen a persimmon tree before. Not only did he like the post, he also commented: Can I go pick fruit?

Zhu Wen replied instantly: Of course.

Seeing Yu An smile at his phone, Song Yuechi curiously craned his neck over and asked, "What's got you so happy?"

"I can pick persimmons when I go back today." Yu An showed Song Yuechi the photo of the persimmon grove.

Song Yuechi was excited. "Wow! Where is it? Let's go together."

"At He Li'an's house."

After Yu An said that, they both fell quiet.

Yu An remembered that Song Yuechi had a misunderstanding about He Li'an. Besides, at He Li'an's house, Yu An did not get the final say, so he could not casually bring Song Yuechi along.

"It's fine. I didn't really want to pick any..." Song Yuechi looked up, his gaze passed over Yu An's shoulder, and he fell silent.

Yu An looked over in confusion and discovered that the person they had just mentioned was walking in through the entrance.

He Li'an looked at his phone as he walked, as though something very serious had happened. His brows were tightly furrowed.

He Li'an almost never posted about his daily life on Moments. Today, he had broken precedent and posted a photo because he wanted to see whether Yu An would like it.

Because when Yu An had liked Zhu Wen's post last time, He Li'an had seen it too.

He knew Yu An browsed Moments in his spare time. If Yu An liked his post, it would mean Yu An was no longer angry.