Ever since Gu Cha had understood the truth about acquiring luck points, he had started intentionally—and sometimes unintentionally—getting close to Lu Chenyu.
When Lu Chenyu wanted to drink water, he hurried to fetch a cup and personally handed it to him, and as Lu Chenyu took it, he seized the chance to brush his hand against his.
When Lu Chenyu went to class, Gu Cha carried his backpack, and as Lu Chenyu took it, Gu Cha would time it so that their hands “accidentally” touched.
Even when Lu Chenyu was about to take a shower, Gu Cha waited in the bathroom to take the clothes he had removed, planning to have physical contact… but that didn’t work; Lu Chenyu had chased him out.
“Cha Cha! Our luck points have already reached eight! Cha Cha is really amazing!”
Tong Tong had accumulated some energy as more and more luck points were gathered, and could occasionally speak with Gu Cha. It was overjoyed to see the total luck points reach eight.
Embarrassed, Cha Cha scratched his face. “It’s not really that much.”
When Tong Tong woke up, Gu Cha hurriedly asked, “Tong Tong, can you talk to me all the time now? When you’re dormant, I don’t have any other friends, and Lu Chenyu ignores me…”
“Not yet. The current luck points are still too few, but Tong Tong can now be dormant for a while and awake for a while.”
Tong Tong thought for a moment, recalling the data it had just checked.
“Cha Cha, Tong Tong discovered that ‘intimate contact’ can greatly increase luck points, but Tong Tong doesn’t know what ‘intimate contact’ is. Hmm… why don’t you try holding the male lead’s hand?”
Gu Cha also felt the luck points increased too slowly each time. He nodded repeatedly in agreement with Tong Tong.
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Gu Cha stared intently at Lu Chenyu’s hand in his pocket, wondering why he never took it out. The weather was hot—wasn’t it uncomfortable to keep his hand in his pocket?
Most importantly, how could Cha Cha hold his hand if it stayed in his pocket?
“Lu… Lu Chenyu, should Cha Cha help you carry your backpack?” Gu Cha said, reaching for the bag, but Lu Chenyu sidestepped.
Recently, Lu Chenyu had also noticed Gu Cha’s odd behavior. He looked at the young master in front of him, his ears slightly red, and raised an eyebrow.
What was he doing… touching hands, brushing, was Gu Cha trying to seduce him?
Glancing at the classroom within arm’s reach, he spoke as if testing something: “Come in with me… how about holding hands?”
Gu Cha’s eyes lit up in surprise. He had never expected Lu Chenyu to say such a thing, and his eyes sparkled as he repeatedly agreed, “Yes! Yes!”
So Gu Cha foolishly followed Lu Chenyu into the classroom for the Economics class about to start, immediately causing a stir.
“Damn, the Fake Young Master is coming in too? And he’s following Young Master Lu?”
“So the Fake Young Master and Young Master Lu are so close?”
Lu Chenyu found a seat in the third row toward the middle. As he was about to sit, a thought flashed through his mind. He paused and told Gu Cha, “Go in.”
Gu Cha, still a bit dazed, obediently walked to the farthest seat and sat down. Lu Chenyu then sat beside him.
Eagerly, Gu Cha tugged at Lu Chenyu’s sleeve. “Hold hands…”
Lu Chenyu stared at Gu Cha’s face, placed his hand on the desk, and slowly opened his palm. The moment it was fully open, a small, fair hand with a hint of pink rested in his, fingers intertwining.
A subtle interest flickered in Lu Chenyu’s eyes.
Gu Cha really was trying to seduce him!
Entering the classroom together had already drawn attention, but now, holding hands openly, they caused some students to gasp and others to scream.
Gu Cha paid no attention to the screams. He focused entirely on their hands intertwined, waiting for a surge in luck points.
“Luck points +1. Total luck points: 9.”
Huh? Huh?
Gu Cha’s pupils widened in shock. Why did the luck points increase so little?
He released Lu Chenyu’s hand and placed his again in his palm, but this time nothing happened.
A puzzled expression appeared on Gu Cha’s face. He muttered to himself, “Nothing…” He fidgeted with the large hand. “Still nothing…”
Lu Chenyu, sitting close, overheard the strange muttering. He glanced at the time. Only five minutes remained before class started.
His gaze returned to Gu Cha, who still hadn’t left for class. Noticing the time, he mischievously didn’t warn the young master who was completely absorbed in his own world.
Until someone shouted, “Class is starting, let’s find a hidden spot.”
This time, Gu Cha heard clearly: “Class is starting.” He snapped back to reality, standing up with a rush. “I… I need to go to class…”
“Lu Chenyu, please let me go.”
Lu Chenyu seemed not to hear. He sat straight, showing no intention to move, amusingly playing with the black pen in his hand.
Gu Cha was nearly frantic. Even without much schooling experience, he knew students couldn’t be late. And being thin-skinned, he was terrified of arriving late, fearing shame so deep he wished to dig a hole and hide.
His left side pressed against the wall, his right side blocked by Lu Chenyu. Trapped in the confined space, Gu Cha had no way out unless Lu Chenyu moved.
“Let me out, Lu Chenyu…”
“Please…”
Seconds ticked by. Gu Cha’s voice trembled with the hint of tears, but Lu Chenyu sat calmly.
Two minutes… one minute fifty-nine seconds… one minute fifty-eight…
Lu Chenyu silently counted while watching the young master on the verge of tears. His eyes were red at the corners, and a faint blush had climbed his cheeks.
In fifty-eight seconds, he planned to move aside and let the young master go to class. Since the young master valued pride so much, it would be interesting to see if he would actually cry.
During the stalemate, a hand grabbed Gu Cha’s arm.
“Step on the chair and come through here.”
Following the voice, Gu Cha saw a familiar face—Wen Xuqian.
Gu Cha hesitated, glanced at Lu Chenyu, and saw the other’s expression had hardened. The hope of Lu Chenyu moving aside vanished.
He obediently stepped on the chair.
Wen Xuqian placed a sheet of white paper on the desk, guiding Gu Cha: “Step on it.” Gu Cha stepped onto the paper, then Wen Xuqian half-lifted, half-supported him back onto the floor.
“Come on, you’re going to be late.”
Gu Cha barely had time to thank Wen Xuqian quietly before running off, carrying the paper he had stepped on.
Under Lu Chenyu’s dark gaze, Wen Xuqian, using his height, bent and stepped over the chair, cleaning it, then sat beside Lu Chenyu.
Lu Chenyu, not thinking Wen Xuqian was particularly helpful, sneered: “What a timely act of charity. What is Young Master Wen seeing in Gu Cha to exploit?”
Wen Xuqian smiled faintly, seemingly unaware of Lu Chenyu’s displeasure, his expression and aura unchanged from the past few days.
“Young Master Lu, don’t misunderstand. I was just afraid he would faint again. Gu Cha was brought into the classroom by Young Master Lu. If he fainted, wouldn’t it be trouble for Young Master Lu?”
Lu Chenyu snorted. Wen Xuqian’s kindness seemed suspicious. Glancing at the hands that had just held the young master, he found them oddly intrusive.
Wen Xuqian opened his textbook but didn’t read a word.
Outside, he had watched Lu Chenyu teasing Gu Cha for some time. At first, he didn’t think Lu Chenyu was wrong. If the Real Young Master was happy, who cared what the Fake Young Master endured?
But gradually, he heard the soft, pleading voice of Gu Cha, so tender and sweet, reminiscent of his childhood. Since middle school, the spoiled young master had never made such pure sounds.
Seeing Gu Cha anxious to the point of tears, his nose red, cute as a rabbit, Wen Xuqian realized that following the family’s orders and observing him for years, he had never noticed Gu Cha’s face could be so irresistibly endearing.