The Silly Shou Transmigrated Into a Book - Chapter 32

After his outburst of anger, Gu Qiuyi felt a bit guilty, so he turned around and sent a red envelope to Jiang Hansa.

Jiang Hansa received the notification instantly. Opening it, he was struck with shock—it was actually 200 yuan!!!

He double-checked the sender; it was indeed that “iron rooster” stingy guy, no mistake.

Jiang Hansa quickly messaged: “Why are you sending me a red envelope?”

Gu Qiuyi replied: “I feel like I’m always spending your money, and I started feeling embarrassed, sob sob sob.”

Jiang Hansa: “…”

Good heavens, he wasn’t embarrassed before, but he is now? Has this guy’s skin grown backward, getting thinner as he goes?

Jiang Hansa replied hypocritically: “What’s there to be embarrassed about? We’re tight.”

Believing he knew Gu Qiuyi’s habits all too well, Jiang Hansa beat him to the punch and transferred 1,000 yuan to him.

Gu Qiuyi: “!”

Gu Qiuyi immediately chose to reject the transfer. “Brother Hansa, I can’t keep spending your money!”

Jiang Hansa was stunned. It took a long time before he asked: “Who scolded you?”

Gu Qiuyi: “Sob sob sob, some idiot just offered me two million to be his kept lover. Do I look like the kind of person who loves money more than life?”

Jiang Hansa: “…”

As expected. Without a reason like that, Gu Qiuyi would never refuse money.

He lied through his teeth: “No, you aren’t. How could you possibly love money more than life?”

Gu Qiuyi: “Exactly! I’m not that kind of person. I feel like my very character has been insulted!!!”

Jiang Hansa asked: “Which idiot was it?”

Gu Qiuyi said: “I don’t know, just some idiot. I blocked him.”

Jiang Hansa: “Blocking him was the right move. Many people face that kind of temptation. Some rich people think they’re so great and that money can buy anything. They really are idiots.”

Gu Qiuyi felt much better. “I think so too.”

Jiang Hansa comforted him: “Alright, don’t be mad. We all know you aren’t that kind of person.”

Gu Qiuyi: “Sob sob sob, Brother Hansa, thank you!”

Jiang Hansa said with relief: “No need to thank me.”

Gu Qiuyi: “By the way, Brother Hansa, can you re-send the money you just tried to give me?”

Jiang Hansa: “?”

Gu Qiuyi: “What’s wrong, Brother Hansa?”

Jiang Hansa silently re-transferred the 1,000 yuan. Gu Qiuyi accepted it in a second. “Brother Hansa, you’re so good to me, sob!”

Jiang Hansa: “…”

How could I ever think I understood this guy? To think for even a moment that he had turned over a new leaf… what a sin.

However, the fact that a money-grubber like Gu Qiuyi would refuse two million actually surprised him, so he asked him directly.

Gu Qiuyi said with ringing conviction: “Money cannot buy love!”

Jiang Hansa clapped in convinced admiration. “I didn’t expect you to have such a realization.”

Gu Qiuyi turned humble. “I don’t have many virtues, but I’m not easily swayed by external things. If someone offered me two million to break off my friendship with you, I wouldn’t agree.”

Jiang Hansa was touched. He said, “I didn’t realize you valued me so much.”

Gu Qiuyi said: “Of course! You’re my best friend. Two million to make me cut ties with you? Impossible!” He paused, then added: “You’d have to add more money.”

Jiang Hansa: “…” “You’re really something, Gu Qiuyi.”

Still, he knew Gu Qiuyi was joking and didn’t mind. He had seen back then that Gu Qiuyi would do anything for a friend; he had loyalty. Though he was reckless and brainless, it was that very brainlessness that moved people.

No one could remain indifferent to someone like that.

Jiang Hansa sighed and transferred another 1,000 yuan to Gu Qiuyi.

Gu Qiuyi accepted it. “Alright, alright, stop sending me money. Brother Hansa, keep some for yourself.”

Jiang Hansa, thinking of that “idiot” again, quickly added: “If you’re short on cash, tell me. Even if someone offers a hundred million to keep you, don’t agree. That’s a path of no return, you know?”

Gu Qiuyi: “I know! Don’t worry, there’s no way I’d ever be ‘kept.’ At most, I can only accept you ‘raising’ me, Brother Hansa.”

Jiang Hansa: “…” “I’m straight. Don’t try to bewitch me.”

Gu Qiuyi: “??? You’re thinking the wrong way!! I meant you covering my three meals and pocket money!”

Jiang Hansa: “Mm. I’m your father.”

The words sounded like an insult, but for their relationship, it was practically a factual description. There weren’t many people who became the proud father of a seventeen-year-old “son” at the age of eighteen.

The afternoon classes weren’t ones Gu Qiuyi liked, so he simply sprawled across his desk to sleep.

The teachers of every subject had seen his grades. They had taken turns calling him into their offices, but eventually, they found that his knowledge level had indeed regressed significantly—he barely even recognized tenth-grade material. They helplessly accepted his ridiculous explanation.

When they saw the boy sleeping in class, they tried to intervene at first, but seeing his pained expression made them feel pained too. Eventually, they just let it go.

Gu Qiuyi slept a lot. The typical high school sleep deprivation never affected him; after all, with Jiang Hansa helping him with his homework from the start, he hadn’t actually suffered any hardships since arriving here.

He wasn’t picky about his sleeping position. He didn’t even use his arm as a pillow, just slumped directly onto the desk.

One side of his face felt uncomfortable, so he shifted halfway through, facing toward Xu Muqing. His mouth was slightly open, and a faint, glistening trace of moisture could be seen.

Xu Muqing’s gaze fell silently upon his face.

This person, even while sleeping, looked completely innocent and pure—with a touch of silliness.

Xu Muqing’s prolonged stare caused Gu Qiuyi’s eyelashes to flutter. His eyes moved beneath his lids, showing signs of waking up.

Xu Muqing slowly withdrew his gaze. In his peripheral vision, he saw a flash of white. He looked down and saw that Gu Qiuyi’s school uniform had hiked up, revealing a patch of fair skin.

Xu Muqing looked at it, then reached over to pull the hem of Gu Qiuyi’s shirt down. He tugged a few times, but it wouldn’t cover that section of his waist; instead, his fingers accidentally brushed against it several times.

As if burned, he pulled his hand back.

Gu Qiuyi, knowing nothing, slept until the bell rang.

He woke up feeling exceptionally refreshed, his eyes bright and spirited—a stark contrast to the surrounding students who looked like they’d been through a meat grinder.

As soon as he woke, Xu Muqing spoke: “Why has your uniform become so short?”

Gu Qiuyi blinked before answering: “Because I grew taller, obviously.”

Xu Muqing didn’t bring it up again. “Even if you can’t understand the lessons, don’t sleep. Do some practice papers.”

Gu Qiuyi: “?”

The corners of Xu Muqing’s lips curled up slightly into a smile that could be described as gentle. “If you want to get into university, you need to spend at least 20 hours a day doing papers.”

Gu Qiuyi: “…”

Xu Muqing: “Otherwise, you might as well go back to middle school and retake the entrance exam.”

Gu Qiuyi: “Brother Muqing, you aren’t being mean to me, but why do your words make my heart hurt so much?”

Jiang Hansa interjected: “Because he’s destroying your soul, baby.”

Gu Qiuyi: “…”

Gu Qiuyi’s desire to study wasn’t that strong originally, but now he had no choice but to work hard. After all, there were quite a few people helping him.

The National Day holiday arrived soon after. Their school gave them seven days off, and Kou Huai sent over their clothes.

Gu Qiuyi opened the package to find a suit. The fabric felt unusual to the touch—clearly custom-made.

Since it was his first time wearing a suit, Gu Qiuyi was a bit clumsy and unusually awkward as he asked Jiang Hansa: “Brother Hansa, am I wearing this right?”

Jiang Hansa: “…There’s no ‘right’ or ‘wrong,’ as long as you can get into it.”

Then, remembering that although this guy came from a wealthy family, he had never attended this kind of event, he felt a bit of pity. “You’re wearing it right. You look really good in this.”

Gu Qiuyi had a great figure. Because he was slender, he looked tall. The suit Kou Huai prepared was a perfect fit, and the colors were sophisticated—elegant yet with a hint of playfulness, very suitable for his age. Paired with a bowtie, he didn’t look overly mature or jaded. Combined with his beautiful face and great proportions, wearing formal attire made him look somewhat noble, like a little prince.

Gu Qiuyi’s cheeks flushed as he whispered: “I’ve never worn clothes like this. I feel like a country bumpkin entering the city for the first time, sob sob.”

He asked Jiang Hansa again: “Does it really look good? Not tacky?”

Jiang Hansa: “Why would you think it’s tacky?”

Gu Qiuyi replied: “Because I really am tacky!”

Jiang Hansa: “…It’s really not! You’re the best-looking one here, okay?”

Only after multiple reassurances did Gu Qiuyi regain his confidence. He said happily: “True, I really am good-looking.”

Jiang Hansa felt weary. “Yes, you’re the best-looking.”

But he felt a strange sensation in his heart. This person seemed thick-skinned and optimistic, but who knew what he was really thinking? The helplessness and panic he showed in moments like this seemed more real.

Jiang Hansa couldn’t help but wonder: if he himself was wearing a mask of “gentle treatment of others,” what about Gu Qiuyi?

Perhaps they were the same. How could a Gu Qiuyi who grew up in that kind of family truly be optimistic and cheerful? It might be his nature, but the harm he had suffered clearly couldn’t be forgotten so easily.

Thinking of this, the pity on Jiang Hansa’s face deepened, and his expression toward Gu Qiuyi became more and more… like that of a devoted mother.

Gu Qiuyi turned around and was startled by Jiang Hansa’s expression.

Jiang Hansa: “…What are you doing?”

Gu Qiuyi: “Brother Hansa, just now, you were radiating a maternal glow.”

Jiang Hansa: “?”

Gu Qiuyi: “‘The thread in a mother’s hand, the shirt on the traveling son’s back…'”

Jiang Hansa: “…”

Gu Qiuyi said shyly: “You’re being both my dad and my mom. It’s making me so confused.”

Jiang Hansa: “…Just shut up.”