CHAPTER 48: 16. SUBJECTIVELY NONEXISTENT, BUT OBJECTIVELY PRESENT

Today’s Yan Huan is not yesterday’s Yan Huan.

This sounds like sophistry, and Yan Huan doesn’t agree with it, but he does indeed feel a bit of regret about the choices he made yesterday.

It’s like when he was six and made a wish for something fantastical, only to have the modifier come out of nowhere in his first year of high school, ready to beat him down to his knees.

In any case, he’s really regretting it now.

After washing up, Yan Huan stood in front of the mirror, straightening his appearance, while Miao also ran over, twirling around his feet with her tail held high.

A white cotton T-shirt, covered with a loose, printed shirt on the outside, paired with long tube jeans, made up his Monday school outfit.

As he watched, the young man in the mirror yawned, adding a touch of languor to his handsome face.

It wasn’t until that moment that Yan Huan realized what that inescapable sleepiness was referring to.

Washing his face with cold water, eating breakfast... no matter what, that feeling just wouldn’t go away.

Although it was indeed slight, it still made him feel listless.

The only time the feeling subsided was when he was earnestly focused on something, but how many such moments can one have in a day?

Around ten minutes past seven, he grabbed his backpack and said to Miao behind him,

"Miao, I’m heading off now."

"Meow?"

Anyway, Miao would appear whenever called, but Yan Huan still had to say goodbye when leaving, seeming truly encumbered by that sleepiness.

He took his phone and went downstairs. It was a seven-to-eight-minute walk to the school bus stop, where several classmates were already standing, all from the South District.

"President, good morning."

"Hey."

Yan Huan replied with a smile and then leaned against the platform, scrolling through his phone. Before long, a bus emblazoned with Yuan Yue’s emblem arrived.

He took out his school card to queue for the card swipe to board the bus, then chose a familiar spot by the window to sit down.

From there, it was about a forty-minute stop-and-go ride to the school, arriving at eight, with the first class starting at eight-thirty.

Yan Huan’s stop was one of the earlier ones in the South District, so there were only a few people on the bus when he got on.

When the door opened at the next stop, Yahashiki, holding his phone, boarded the bus; the same line as Yan Huan.

"Yo, good morning, President..."

"Morning."

Scanning the bus, he quickly found Yan Huan leaning against the window, greeted him, and naturally sat down beside him.

Having just sat down, he couldn’t wait to turn his phone sideways and launched a game about caring for a virtual wife.

"Hey, leader, working so early? That’s dedication. I guess I need to work hard too~"

The in-game hostess greeted him sweetly from the screen, prompting a laugh from him, who was wearing a Bluetooth headset,

"The new pond is about to open, and the new character has powerful moves. I’ve saved a lot of stones, must draw!"

While clearing physical strength and doing daily tasks, he made this bold statement.

Yan Huan glanced at the screen on Yahashiki’s phone and, propping his chin up, said,

"You drew both characters in the last pool, and you’re still drawing? How much have you spent..."

"Merely all my pocket money, but it’s worth it for the wife. I even got the special weapon, President, look at this sword..."

On the phone, realistic physics made the female character’s body sway softly, and dazzling effects were accompanied by a burst of numbers spraying out, heavily infusing into the boss’s body.

Yan Huan yawned, without giving any comment, and just leaned back against the window sill again, ready for a short nap,

"I didn’t sleep well last night, I’m going to rest my eyes for a bit, wake me up when we get to the school."

"It’s rare to see you rest on the school bus, President. Was that aunt’s house so much fun that you’re still longing for more?"

"Hehe..."

You think being hypnotized is fun?

Yan Huan had been rattled since last Saturday night when Ye Shiyu came to knock on his room door.

While thinking this, Yan Huan closed his eyes, letting the drowsiness bury his consciousness.

Meanwhile, Yahashiki continued tending to his electronic potted plant by his side; doing these things every morning had almost become a habit for him.

While engrossed in his game, a hand suddenly reached out into the aisle and gently tugged at his clothes.

"Hm?"

Yahashiki turned his head and saw a girl with a blush on her face looking at him.

"..."

Yahashiki paused for a second, adjusted his glasses, and asked puzzledly,

"You’re not from this line, right? I’ve never seen you before."

"Hehe, sorry, I slept over at a classmate’s last night, and she takes this line... And, Yahashiki, could you..."

She pulled out an envelope that had a hint of body fragrance, along with a can of candies from her bosom, handing them to Yahashiki.

Her face blushing, her fingers subtly pointed at Yan Huan next to him, with everything left unsaid.

Yahashiki turned to look at the handsome young man sleeping against the window beside him, an image so tender it discouraged disturbance.

Understanding the girl’s intention, he took the gifts she offered and said,

"I’ll give it to the President when he wakes up, don’t worry."

"Thank you, you’re a good person, Yahashiki!"

"...That’s a compliment that isn’t very pleasing to hear."

The girl turned and left, and Yahashiki, while inwardly scoffing, prepared to open another game.

Then, another hand stealthily reached out into the aisle and gently poked his shirt.

Yahashiki lifted his head again, stupefied, and this time it was an older schoolgirl, holding out a piece of chocolate to him,

"Haha, Yahashiki, you know."