Aristocrat Boys School

book, he couldn’t help but doubt it when he saw it with his own eyes: “Do you eat these at noon?”

Wen Chuan said: “I eat these every day.”

Not to mention Zhang Yang, who has already widened his eyes, even Jian Chi, who already knew the answer, couldn’t help but be startled.

“Is that enough…” Zhang Yang touched the back of his head and asked dryly, “Are you losing weight?”

For the first time, Jian Chi noticed that Zhang Yang was terrifyingly straightforward in some aspects.
Maybe he hadn’t recovered from the shock of Wen Chuan, who had always been alone, talking to him, and his mind and tongue were knotted together.

“The food is too expensive,” Wen Chuan’s expression didn’t change, and he calmly stated without being offended, “The food on the first floor is cheaper.”

Jian Chi, who was about to go to the YC cafeteria, did not dare to press the elevator button.
Obviously, Zhang Yang felt the same as him.
Realizing the silence in the air, Jian Chi changed the subject: “Where are you going now?”

“Rooftop.”

“It’s cloudy today, isn’t the wind on the rooftop a bit strong?” Zhang Yang couldn’t help but reply, his mouth faster than his brain, “Do you want to come up with us?”

Jian Chi thought that when most people heard such an indefinite question, they would be aware of the politeness behind the other party’s words, and then refuse equally politely.
But Wen Chuan didn’t seem to hear the tone of Zhang Yang’s voice.
The more he spoke, the more he was losing confidence, and the more he spoke, the more uncertain he was, and he nodded and spit out: “Okay.”

It was until the three of them got into the elevator together did Jian Chi feel that something was wrong.
He and Zhang Yang took Wen Chuan to the cafeteria on the second floor for dinner… Fortunately, there were not many people in the cafeteria now.
Zhang Yang obviously thought of this, although he seemed to want to withdraw his impulsive invitation earlier, he didn’t have such a thick skin to ask Wen Chuan to leave, so he could only bite the bullet and press down on the floor.

“I’m going to buy food, you can find a place to sit.”

Zhang Yang left these words and hurriedly ran off, leaving Jian Chi and Wen Chuan standing in place and silent for two seconds.
Finally, Jian Chi pointed to a corner and asked, “Can we sit there?”

“Okay.”

Sitting down face to face, Wen Chuan looked up at Jian Chi; although he didn’t say a word, Jian Chi somehow could read the question in his eyes and said, “You eat first.”

As if receiving permission, Wen Chuan took out the lunch he had just gotten on the first floor and chewed it slowly with mineral water.
It didn’t seem like he was savoring it, but more like he was just satisfying his hunger and completing a task that must be completed.
When the description in the text was truly displayed in front of his eyes, Jian Chi felt it a little bit unbearable.

The Fu family’s financial support for Wen Chuan was limited, but it was not so stingy that he couldn’t even afford to eat.
In addition, the money Wen Chuan earned from part-time work was a considerable amount.
However, Wen Chuan gave all his money to his sick grandmother and sister.
If Jian Chi remembered correctly, they were not related by blood.
They only helped Wen Chuan once when he was at his worst.
They lived together, a new home formed from two broken families.

After Wen Chuan came to Chuanlin, he was frugal and gave away 90% of the money he earned from the Fu family, leaving very little for himself.

His heart was far warmer than his appearance.

Thinking of this, Jian Chi couldn’t help but say, “When Zhang Yang comes back from buying food, we can eat together.”

Wen Chuan stopped his chopsticks in his hand, “No need.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Jian Chi said.
“He is happy today.
He has already said that he wants to treat.
With one more person, there is no need to worry about not being able to finish the meal.”

Wen Chuan didn’t refuse or agree.
He seemed to remember something and took out a tube of familiar ointment from his pocket and put it on the table in front of Jian Chi.
There was a hint of seriousness in his cold tone: “Thank you for your medicine.”

Although Jian Chi wanted him to continue to use it, he knew that Wen Chuan would never change his mind, so he could only reply with a ‘no need to thank me’ and put away the ointment.
At the same time, Zhang Yang came back with two trays, and the first sentence after sitting down was: “I ordered too many dishes just now, Wen Chuan, do you want to eat some?”

Wen Chuan’s eyes had a faint look, and after a while, he pursed his lips and said ‘thank you’.

This time it was Zhang Yang, who was embarrassed, and hurriedly smiled: “It’s nothing, we are all classmates, by the way, do you eat beef?”

Although Wen Chuan’s expression was indifferent from beginning to end, Jian Chi still noticed that his eyes lightened slightly when he ate the meat.
He silently moved the dishes on the plate to the front, and then met Wen Chuan’s eyes then remembered to explain, “I don’t like eating pork very much, do you want to eat it?”

It sounds a bit contrived.

Wen Chuan looked at him for a while, then made a low ‘Mm’.

Maybe it was because of eating at the same table, but Zhang Yang gradually lost his nervousness at the beginning, and his familiar character was revealed.
He asked, “Wen Chuan, won’t your stomach feel uncomfortable when you eat like this every day?”

“Fortunately, I’m used to it,” Wen Chuan said, “I don’t eat much usually.”

He didn’t know what he thought of, but Zhang Yang’s eyes showed some pity and resentment.
The former was to Wen Chuan, and he sighed before saying, “Then…then you eat more today, don’t be shy.”

Wen Chuan didn’t explain himself, he buried his head and ate the food in front of him without saying a word, not a grain of rice was left in the bowl.
When they left the cafeteria and separated into two paths, Zhang Yang couldn’t help but say: “Wen Chuan is also Fu Zhenhao’s biological son, how could the Fu family abuse him like this? He is so tall, not even getting enough to eat every day, it’s too miserable.”

Jian Chi didn’t answer, and heard Zhang Yang sigh with emotion: “But Wen Chuan is really different from the rumors.
I always thought he was bad-tempered and shouldn’t be provoked, but he is quite polite.”

After going back, Jian Chi found out that he had received a transfer from Wen Chuan in HS, he quickly realized that this was today’s meal money, and his mood was a little complicated.
He wished Wen Chuan could be a bit more selfish.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Jian Chi returned the money: Zhang Yang said that this meal was a treat from him.

W: I didn’t thank you for the ointment and fever.

Jian Chi replied: You have already said thank you.

W: It’s not the same.

W: What can I help you with?

This really stumped Jian Chi.
After thinking about it for a while, he replied, “You keep the money and eat more lunch in the future.
I don’t need any help.”

Wen Chuan did not reply.

Jian Chi didn’t think about it any more, and quickly forgot about it, until he woke up the next morning.
He touched his phone in his daze, and suddenly saw the message Wen Chuan sent at ten o’clock last night, and instantly became awake.

W: I can do laundry, cook, mop the floor and fight.
I can learn other things.

W: Let’s have dinner together tomorrow?

It took a long time for Jian Chi to reluctantly link these two text messages together, which means, can he exchange his meals for a housekeeper who can fight?

Wen Chuan: After thinking about it for four hours, I finally came up with four strong points