The villa complex in the suburbs is surrounded by mountains and rivers, boasting a beautiful environment. Xiao’s parents fell in love with it at first sight and moved in immediately.
Xiao An’s good Sunday was gone just like that. Xiao’s mother called and warned, “If you don’t come back, I’ll sell all your treasures in the house.”
Xiao An jumped up immediately, still wearing pajama bottoms, and rushed home.
The movers were coming in and out. Xiao’s father sat at the desk, sipping tea, while staring at his unfortunate, yawning son across from him with an expression of regret.
This rebellious son hadn’t been home since the school year began. He dyed his hair yellow and wore mismatched clothes—a flowered shirt with shorts.
“Your professor told me you slept through his anatomy class and skipped class,” Xiao’s father said coldly.
“I just had something urgent…” Xiao An mumbled, uncomfortable. “Hey, I don’t skip class often.”
“Oh? So skipping class occasionally is fine?” Xiao’s father asked, staring directly at him. “What are you busy with these days?”
Xiao’s parents, along with Xiao Cheng, the eldest son, were all nearsighted. When they looked at people through their glasses, they appeared particularly stern.
Xiao An didn’t answer, and Xiao’s father continued to stare.
This was how their conversations usually ended—in long, oppressive silences. Xiao’s father didn’t show much expression, but his gaze was a form of torture for Xiao An.
He felt suffocated, like being called up by a teacher in class—unable to answer the question, yet unable to sit down.
Eventually, Xiao’s father picked up a medical journal and started flipping through it.
Xiao An pulled out his phone and opened his “Fox Friends” WeChat group. The group was lively, with everyone contributing emoticons to help him argue with someone.
He Xinyang: Is that enough? If not, I’ll ask my Zaun friends for more.
Wu Xing: Who’s An arguing with now?
Xiao An was tired of both arguing and emoticons by now. He typed: Thanks, everyone, the battle is almost over.
The group erupted, asking excitedly if he had won.
Xiao An dumped all the collected emoticons onto Wanshi Keai in one go, leaving the other person temporarily speechless.
But after a while, Xiao An realized Wanshi Keai hadn’t shut up because of the emojis.
It was because Wall had just posted a private status and tagged him.
Wall wrote the status like a provincial master—short, clear, and to the point:
Xixizi is my disciple. I accepted him of my own will. Stop causing trouble.
Xiao An was unexpectedly touched. His master really was a good person—sincere, responsible, and good-looking.
The post quickly gained traction, with many forwarding and commenting. Xiao An also left a message: Hugging Master tightly and rubbing against him, before clicking on his private messages.
What is Xixizi eating today: Thank you, Master! [Little Yellow Bird Sending Flowers.jpg]
The other party ignored it and simply said: Agree to the friend request.
Wall: I rarely check the website. If there’s anything, talk to me on QQ.
Xiao An was confused for a moment before realizing that Wall had added the penguin account of “What is Xixizi eating today” from the large living area group.
That account… belonged to Pan Xi!
What is Xixizi eating today: Master, my account was hacked. I’ll add you with a new one. QwQ
Xiao An quickly grabbed the new communication number he’d created in college, updated his personal information, and handed it over respectfully.
The friend request was approved quickly. The other party’s ID was “Wall,” with a profile picture of a Western-style building corner.
An An: Master, it’s me!! [Flying]
Wall: I know.
Wall: [Transfer, please confirm.]
An An: What is this for?!
Wall: You don’t have to send me gifts in the future. Keep the money for yourself.
This was the money Xiao An had spent on the three bags of gold coins in Wall’s live broadcast room yesterday. Xiao An wanted to brush it off, saying this small amount was nothing, but then remembered his high school student persona and obediently accepted the refund.
An An: Then I’ll send Master something else in the future!
“Xiao An!” Xiao Ma’s voice called out from outside the window. “Come out and say hello to the neighbors!”
Xiao An, still wanting to chat with his master for a bit longer, reluctantly got up. He walked out slowly, eyes glued to his phone.
“Don’t keep looking down at your phone. It’s bad for your eyesight,” Xiao Ma scolded.
“I have the best eyesight in the family,” Xiao An replied casually.
“This is Uncle He, who lives next door to us,” Xiao Ma introduced, reaching over to take his phone.
Xiao An dodged swiftly and looked up with a polite smile. “Hello, Uncle He.”
The man in front of him was a slightly plump middle-aged man, his gentle smile radiating friendliness.
“He has no manners at all,” Xiao Ma muttered to the neighbor. “He should at least be half as polite as his brother.”
“It’s okay. All kids are like this. Mine doesn’t even come home anymore,” the neighbor laughed.
The two adults began chatting about growing flowers and vegetables, while Xiao An stood on the side, scrolling through his chat with Wall.
It said Wall was 20 years old. And judging by the region… they were in the same city.
Most people in their twenties were college students. With so many colleges in the city, the odds of bumping into each other were slim.
Still, Xiao An really wanted to meet him in person. But what if Wall was also studying medicine?
To be safe, Xiao An decided to probe a little.
An An: Master~ [Holding face to act cute] What do you do?
An An: Still studying?
The other party seemed busy. Xiao An stared at his phone, waiting so long the screen almost went black before finally seeing a reply.
Wall: I move bricks.
Wall: Don’t call me Master. Change your name.
