bad kid

Chapter 7 Afraid I'll Dislike You?

In the next few days, Ruan Zhimu talked with the class teacher and Yan Minghua on the phone until the phone became hot, and finally learned some inside information.

It is true that Yan Yue's grades are not at the bottom of the list. He usually does his homework by himself, and he doesn't bother to copy other people's homework.

It was intentional to be the last one in the monthly exam.

When Yan Yue was nine years old, his parents divorced.

Yan Yue lived with his father, Yan Zuncheng, and within a year, Yan Zuncheng remarried to a female subordinate who was more than ten years younger than him, and gave birth to a son the following year.

In Yan Minghua's memory, Yan Yue became disobedient since then.

Yan Minghua told him:

"Xiao Yue was very good when he was young. He was smart and obedient. He took him to the dinner party and would run to play the piano by himself. He was only seven or eight years old at that time. He sat on the piano bench and his feet couldn't reach the ground."

"Knowing that I like to play chess, every time we meet, he will pester me to play chess, saying that I am his 'master'. This 'piece' is the son of Shengtian Banzi."

"When his mother was sick, he hugged a small quilt and slept next to the bed overnight, and stayed with his mother until her fever subsided."

"Enroll him in various programming classes, one-on-one foreign language tutoring, and snowboarding training, and I have never seen him resist. Tiredness must be tired. Such a small child goes to class with a backpack every day. The schoolbag is bigger than a person. Seriously, he never made a fuss about skipping classes, after all, he was born in such a family, and the expectations he bears are always higher than ordinary people."

"Later... my parents divorced, and Xiaoyue also changed more and more."

Yan Minghua said cryptically that the reason for Yan Yue's change was his parents' divorce.

Ruan Zhimu can almost guess it. It is estimated that after his parents divorced, Yan Yue lacked care, and maybe he had a bad relationship with his stepmother and younger brother, which made him more and more rebellious.

Ruan Zhimu: "Yan Yue and his stepmother..."

Yan Minghua: "His stepmother's name is Fan Tianxue. During Chinese New Year last year, Fan Tianxue wanted to perform a newly learned piano piece, and used the piano left by his mother. Yan Yue lost his temper and overturned the dinner table in front of the whole family on New Year's Eve."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

Yan Minghua: "His father was going to beat him at that time, Yan Yue was no longer shorter than his father, so he slapped him back. Although he didn't slap him in the face, he pushed his father to the ground."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

He imagined that a social elite in his 40s was sitting on the ground, maybe there were fish-flavored shredded pork and braised eggplant under his buttocks, and he suddenly wanted to laugh.

No wonder Yan Yue was sent to study in City A all the way.

Looking at it this way, Yan Yue is simply a well-behaved and sensible student in his house these days.

Ruan Zhimu: "So, he deliberately took the last place in the exam and sent the report card to the employees of his father's company, so that his father would lose face in front of the whole company."

"Probably so," Yan Minghua sighed, "He and his father actually have the same temper, they are stubborn..."

Ruan Zhimu could only find some innocuous words to comfort him. After all, this is a family matter, and he is not very good at evaluating it.

"However," Yan Minghua changed the subject, "His father actually has an idea."

Ruan Zhimu: "Tell me."

Yan Minghua: "I heard that he is very well-behaved with you, and his grades have improved. His father can't do anything about him now, so I want to ask if you would like to help him."

Ruan Zhimu: "Huh?"

Yan Minghua: "You don't need to help with homework or anything, you can just chat with him more, talk heart-to-heart, and it's good to make some progress."

Ruan Zhimu: "Uh..."

He said that he just wanted to chat, and if he really wanted to agree, Yan Yue's grades did not improve, so how could he have the face to take money.

Yan Minghua: "Don't worry about the price. His father has always invested generously in his children's education."

Ruan Zhimu: "Mr. Yan, it's not a matter of price. The point is, Yan Yue and I are not familiar with each other. We usually don't meet each other during the day, so we just have dinner together at night. It's not to the point of chatting..."

Yan Minghua didn't take it seriously: "Don't be modest, how can I not understand my nephew? He has been alone all these years, and he has never been patient when encountering unpleasant things, but now he can stay in your house for so long without incident. , is enough to prove that your relationship is very good."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

It turns out that this relationship is very good.

So Yan Minghua didn't tell him before, because he was afraid that he would retreat because of fear?

Ruan Zhimu suddenly had the feeling of being tricked into boarding a pirate ship.

No matter what, Yan Minghua was sure that he and Yan Yue had built a bridge of friendship, and he was just waiting for a wave of his hand to set sail and put his oars on.

Yan Minghua: "It's okay, you don't need to answer me right away, go back and think about it carefully, and then contact me after thinking about it... This job is actually much easier than being a master of ceremonies everywhere."

Ruan Zhimu: "...Okay, I'll go back and think about it."

-

At five o'clock in the evening, Ruan Zhimu was cooking, when Zhan Zihang sent a video call.

Zhan Zihang's phone calls have become more and more irregular recently. It is said that he is under a lot of academic pressure and suffers from insomnia at night. Ruan Zhimu sent a message and received a reply after a day or two.

Ruan Zhimu held the shovel in his right hand and freed up his left hand to pick up the video. He listened to Zhan Zihang complaining to him that the homework was too difficult and the cost was too high. If he didn't pay attention, the scrambled eggs with lettuce smelled burnt.

I hung up the video, shoveled the shovel, and found that the bottom of the pot was all burnt.

Ruan Zhimu was reluctant to pour it all out, so he poured out the half that was mushy, and put the rest on a plate.

Scrambled eggs with lettuce, chicken drumsticks from a stewed vegetable shop, vegetable and tofu soup, and that's all for dinner.

As soon as the dishes were served, Yan Yue frowned: "How can you eat such a strong smell of paste?"

Ruan Zhimu didn't take it seriously: "If you don't eat it, leave it alone, I will eat it."

Yan Yue: "You were on the phone with someone when you were cooking."

Ruan Zhimu: "Yes."

Yan Yue: "Why is the phone call so important that you have to answer it even if you don't want to cook anything?"

As soon as Ruan Zhimu heard it, he knew that his young master had lost his temper again.

In Young Master Yan's world, the whole world probably has to revolve around him, and put him first in everything, otherwise it would be a heinous crime.

Ruan Zhimu pointed at him with chopsticks: "Don't play childish temper, some food is good, and you don't have to pick and choose rice."

After eating a few mouthfuls, Yan Minghua sent a WeChat message, asking how Yan Yue was studying recently.

What else can I do.

I usually do my homework quickly and well, but when it comes to the exam when I have to send my report card, I start to show off, trying to get angry.

Ruan Zhimu said a few words of relief.

Yan Minghua: 【Think about what you said last time. 】

Ruan Zhimu: [Well, I remember, don't worry. 】

Ruan Zhimu closed the WeChat interface and took a look at Yan Yue.

Yan Yue took a sip of the vegetable and tofu soup: "Ask whatever you want."

"I really can't figure it out," Ruan Zhimu said, "Deliberately taking the last place in the exam just to embarrass your father, what do you think?"

Yan Yue didn't look surprised: "Yan Minghua told you everything."

Ruan Zhimu: "Yes."

Yan Minghua: "...a lot of things."

Ruan Zhimu: "I can understand your vengeful mentality, but don't you think it's a pity? You usually finish your homework seriously. This time you are the last one in the exam. Don't be afraid of classmates in the class. Laughing at you."

Yan Yue took another spoonful of soup: "They dare not."

Ruan Zhimu: "?"

Yan Yue: "As soon as I looked at them, they lowered their heads."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

Ruan Zhimu changed the angle: "You always have a female classmate you like, aren't you afraid of losing face in front of the girl you like. Let me tell you, girls nowadays like to learn bully handsome guys."

Yan Yue was noncommittal, neither saying yes nor no.

Ruan Zhimu: "I washed your clothes the day before yesterday, and found a bunch of love letters from my pocket."

A few pieces of letter paper fell out, and Ruan Zhimu glanced at it casually, and he could see "Hello, Yan Yue, classmate, I am XX from XX class XX, grade XX" in neat and beautiful fonts.

Ruan Zhimu was still feeling emotional at the time, these little girls are poisoned by Taiwanese idol dramas.

Yan Yue raised his eyes: "Are you very concerned about my love life?"

Ruan Zhimu: "From the perspective of the elders, let me care."

Yan Yue: "You are four years older than me, you are a fart elder, don't take advantage here."

Ruan Zhimu shyly said: "Then be friends, it seems that it is not impossible for friends to chat?"

Yan Yue gave him a cold look, and almost wrote "you are worthy" on his face.

Ruan Zhimu couldn't help but think about finding a way to go down.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yue said "OK".

Ruan Zhimu: "?"

Yan Yue: "You are so active in wanting to make friends with me, if I refuse, it will not be too disrespectful to you."

Ruan Zhimu said with a wooden face, "I don't force it."

Yan Yue: "I've always been considerate."

Ruan Zhimu: "This is the first time I know this."

Yan Yue: "Surprised?"

Ruan Zhimu: "Columbus was surprised when he discovered the New World."

Yan Yue pretended not to hear: "Since we are friends, we must be honest with each other. How about this, let's ask each other questions, I ask one and you ask another, you must tell the truth, just to improve mutual understanding."

To be honest, when the word "friend" came out of Yan Yue's mouth, it sounded like yin and yang.

Of course, it is impossible for Yan Yue to really regard him as a friend.

Ruan Zhimu thought about it for a while, Yan Yue made this request, probably on a temporary basis, trying to play a prank and ask some questions to embarrass him.

The relationship between him and Yan Yue is not deep, and the only bond is Yan Minghua, so the range of questions Yan Yue can ask is very limited.

Maybe I will ask some questions related to my uncle; maybe I will make it bad, deliberately ask him esoteric math and physics questions, in order to see him lose face; or ask some privacy-related questions, such as how much is his monthly salary, how much is the cost of living, and take the opportunity to ridicule He is poor.

Either way, it's easy to deal with.

But for him, this is actually a good opportunity to get to know Yan Yue.

Yan Yue is usually reticent and doesn't have many friends, and when he opens his mouth occasionally, it's probably just to annoy others.

His social experience is far higher than that of Yan Yue, and now through a few small questions, he can get a preliminary understanding of Yan Yue's inner thoughts.

After understanding, he can fully consider whether to accept Yan Yue's father's conditions.

Yan Yue: "I don't ask too many questions. Each person asks three."

Ruan Zhimu: "How do I know if you keep your promise? What if you go back on your word after I finish answering?"

Yan Yueting was generous: "Then you ask first."

Ruan Zhimu: "My three questions are, what do you think are the easiest, most difficult, and happiest things in life?"

This is the classic Three Questions of Thales, an ancient Greek philosopher who is considered No.1 in the history of Western philosophy.

In Ruan Zhimu's view, these three questions are enough to get a general understanding of a person.

Yan Yue didn't answer immediately.

Ruan Zhimu: "If you don't think about it, you can answer it in a few days."

"It's not this question," Yan Yue said, "I don't think these three questions are good."

Ruan Zhimu: "?"

Yan Yue: "The happiest thing is often the hardest to get, and when one day you can get it easily, it will become less happy."

"So, these three issues, in my opinion, are the same issue."

"All I can say is that these three questions are too broad, and I can't answer them now. If I really answer them the way I think, you'll think I'm muddling around."

Ruan Zhimu frowned.

He was not sure if Yan Yue wanted to be a philosopher, or if he was just trying to avoid problems with lip service.

But thinking about it now, these three questions are somewhat abstract and difficult to answer.

Yan Yue changed the topic: "How about this, the right to ask the three questions is reserved with you first, and you can ask me anytime when you remember."

Ruan Zhimu: "I suspect you are writing a bad promise."

Yan Yue simply took a piece of paper, wrote him a letter of guarantee, and signed his name: "That's fine."

Ruan Zhimu looked at the ugly characters flying around on the paper, and suddenly felt that Yan Yue's behavior was a bit childish.

After thinking about it, it is really not enough to think about the hasty question now, so it is good, it may be used in the future.

Ruan Zhimu folded the guarantee and put it away.

Yan Yue: "Now it's my turn to ask you."

Ruan Zhimu: "You ask."

Yan Yue stretched his shoulders, changed his posture and sat upright:

"First question, who were you talking to when you were cooking?"

Ruan Zhimu was taken aback.

He didn't expect Yan Yue to ask this question.

Ruan Zhimu: "Don't you think it's a waste of opportunity to ask this kind of question?"

"I don't think so," Yan Yue said, "I have the right to ask questions, you just need to answer."

Ruan Zhimu rubbed the back of his hand, thinking about countermeasures.

Yan Yue had inquired about his private affairs intentionally or unintentionally several times, but the previous few times he had posed as an elder to block him back.

This question was unexpectedly simple, not difficult to answer, and not offensive, but it was actually the kind of question he was most reluctant to answer, as it would feel like his personal space was being invaded.

But this time, the rules of the game have been agreed in advance, and it would be a pity if they were broken.

He felt that Yan Yue was difficult to deal with, but money was not hot, so he still wanted to work hard to get Yan's father's bonus.

Ruan Zhimu: "A friend."

Yan Yue: "To be specific, is it the one who got angry on the phone last time?"

Ruan Zhimu: "Yes."

There was no expression on Yan Yue's face: "Okay, I see."

"Second question, did you intend to give me a razor but didn't?"

Ruan Zhimu: "...Huh?"

This time he was really shocked.

The razor was originally intended as a meeting gift, but when they met, they found that Yan Yue was a young master with a full body of famous brands, with a bad-tempered personality. He was worried that the other party would think it was a bargain, so he didn't have the nerve to give it away, so he kept it in the drawer.

The question is, how did Yan Yue know?

Ruan Zhimu: "You stole through my drawer?"

"I'm not that boring," Yan Yue said, "You told me when I was drunk last time."

Ruan Zhimu didn't have any impression: "How did I say that?"

Yan Yue: "You said that you originally planned to give it away, but later changed your mind, because I was afraid that I would think it was cheap."

Ruan Zhimu: "Is there anything else?"

Yan Yue: "Yes."

Ruan Zhimu's face was slightly hot: "I'm not afraid that you think it's cheap. I just saw that you brought your own razor. This razor is superfluous. I think I will give you another one later, otherwise it would be a waste."

Yan Yue: "You can send it now."

Ruan Zhimu: "?"

Yan Yue folded his hands gracefully in front of him: "Given your financial situation, it must have cost a lot of money to buy this razor. If I don't accept it, it's not because I failed your kindness."

The words say so.

How could Yan Yue be so unbeatable with just a word, Ruan Zhimu thought to himself, he is so talented.

Ruan Zhimu: "You don't need this."

Yan Yue: "Recently, the beard stubble grows fast, and the old one is getting tired of using it. The two just happen to be used interchangeably, so it doesn't hinder."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

Yan Yue chuckled lightly: "Why, sure enough, I'm still guilty. I think it's too cheap to buy, and I'm afraid I'll dislike it?"

Ruan Zhimu was still a little guilty and embarrassed, but now he disappeared completely: "You think too much."

Yan Yue: "Then I will reluctantly accept it."

He spread his hands.

Ruan Zhimu bit the bullet and went back to the room, and brought the things over.

Yan Yue took the razor out of the box and commented: "Sure enough, it's the quality of 200 yuan. It's too thick to shave your legs."

Ruan Zhimu stretched out his hand: "Give it back to me."

Yan Yue shrank his hand and shook the razor in his heart: "Talk is better than nothing."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

Yan Yue: "The last question—"

Ruan Zhimu suddenly panicked.

These days, he has never felt that Yan Yue is so difficult to deal with, even after listening to the inside story told by Yan Minghua.

He's just a middle school student. He might have a bad temper at home, but he's always been quite polite here. After all, he's staying at a stranger's house.

But after what happened just now, he felt that he seemed to be stepping into the trap that Yan Yue had set for him step by step.

He didn't know what the trap was, but obviously, Yan Yue didn't hold back anything.

Yan Yue's slender fingertips rubbed the razor edge, and asked the last question:

"—What is that black flannelette in your drawer wrapped in?"

The author says:

Xiao Yue is a big villain!