Lovely Allergen

Chapter 32: Unpredictable Changes

Yue Zhishi heard Song Yu's voice for the first time after so many days of the training camp. He was very happy, and even though he'd said the phone call would last only one minute, the call was twelve minutes and three seconds long when he hung up.

From childhood, as long as he was separated from Song Yu, Yue Zhishi would feel a large sense of anxiety and often cried because of it when he was younger. When he'd been in kindergarten, he understood there was no point in crying because Song Yu was studying at a different place, but it was different once he started elementary school — Yue Zhishi knew Song Yu was on the fourth year students' floor and yet he wasn't able to casually look for him. Little children who'd just started their schooling weren't really able to follow the rules, and Yue Zhishi was also a late bloomer, tears frequently rolling down his face as he missed his gege while in class.

Because Song Yu had once said he couldn't cry loudly while outside, the Yue Zhishi who'd just started elementary school constantly sat in class while large drops of tears silently fell from his eyes. Even now, his first year school books were still wrinkled.

The teachers had been busily directing the lessons and had occasionally looked up to see Yue Zhishi crying. He hadn't dared to release any noise while he cried and had even obediently crossed his arms on his desk like his fellow classmates — except his whole face was completely wet. His class advisor once found him too pitiful and had allowed him to listen in Song Yu's class, so he took a small chair upstairs to class 4-8's room and sat in the aisle next to Song Yu's seat.

He'd stopped crying and peacefully sat there for the entire lesson. When the English teacher got the year four students to stand up and recite vocabulary, Yue Zhishi had also obediently followed along, his two hands tucked behind his back.

But Song Yu scolded him that night once they'd returned home.

"You're not allowed to come over anymore. What are you crying for, you're already an elementary school student."

Yue Zhishi had felt very wronged. "I cried because I really missed you."

Song Yu didn't know what to say after hearing Yue Zhishi's words. He was also only just an elementary year four student and had yet to be able to say any deep or profound principles. He also knew Yue Zhishi, as a stubborn child, wouldn't be able to understand any normal reasoning.

"If... if you miss me, you should focus on studying well. I'll also be studying seriously."

"And then..." Yue Zhishi had been puzzled.

"And then I'll know you miss me, because we'll be doing the exact same thing. Do you get it?" Song Yu had left his room after awkwardly saying some final words. "You'll affect me if you come to my class. I won't be able to receive your signal."

Those words sufficiently tricked Yue Zhishi for at least a year and a half and successfully created the habit of independently going to class.

He had been like that at three years old, and he had still been like that at seven years old — so to Yue Zhishi, it wasn't anything embarrassing to express how much he missed Song Yu. He'd done it often enough since he was a child.

Before he hung up his phone call with Song Yu, he once again repeated, he really missed him.

Song Yu didn't give him a reply, only pausing for a few seconds before he said he would bring home some Beijing pastry specialities for Yue Zhishi.

But he very quickly corrected himself and said never mind, Yue Zhishi might be allergic and wouldn't be able to try them.

Song Yu very rarely forgot Yue Zhishi's allergy, so he was particularly flustered at this rudimentary error. Yue Zhishi didn't mind, however, and happily started planning how he would pick Song Yu up the day the training camp finished.