Chapter 7 Who would cook three meals a day for childhood friends?

Huai Xu glanced at Jing Zheng xuan's bandaged arm and left a quick remark, 

"Wait a moment," 

before jogging away.

Jing Zheng xuan leaned against the bathroom door frame, quietly watching his retreating figure. 

When he saw that slender silhouette heading toward the kitchen, he straightened up.

Soon, Huai Xu returned with plastic wrap and waterproof tape.

Jing Zheng xuan stood even straighter, and the fleeting spark in his eyes turned to ashes.

"I'll wrap a few more layers for you," 

Huai Xu carefully wrapped the plastic wrap around Jing Zheng xuan's arm,

making sure to cover the wound. 

"This way, it won’t get wet."

Jing Zheng xuan looked down at Huai Xu’s hairline and spoke in a low, 

muffled voice, 

"As expected of Ah Xu."

Huai Xu didn't catch the deeper meaning behind the words. 

He focused on applying another layer of waterproof tape to the wound and then smiled contentedly. 

"This way, it'll be foolproof."

Jing Zheng xuan: "..."

He stared at the tightly wrapped bandage, and the corner of his forehead twitched slightly.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and go in," Huai Xu pushed him.

Jing Zhengxuan reluctantly stepped into the bathroom.

Once the door was closed, his hand reached for the plastic wrap, paused for a long while, and ultimately couldn’t bring himself to destroy it. He sighed and took a shower.

Huai Xu put the plastic wrap and tape back in place before happily crawling into bed.

He had originally planned to tidy up the wardrobe but abandoned the idea since this was Jing Zhengxuan’s space.

It didn’t feel quite right to just sleep either. 

Although the plastic wrap was intact, Huai Xu still felt a bit uneasy. 

What if it got torn during the shower? 

Besides, he’d need to apply medicine to Jing Zheng xuan’s arm again.

Thinking this, Huai Xu pulled out his phone and passed the time playing a game.

Before long, Jing Zheng xuan finished his shower and came out. 

Huai Xu immediately checked his arm and, seeing that the plastic wrap was still intact, 

let out a relieved sigh before opening the prepared first-aid kit and 

waiting for Jing Zheng xuan to get on the bed.

Because of his childhood friend’s frequent injuries, 

both the dorm and here had a well-stocked first-aid kit.

Jing Zheng xuan’s tense expression softened slightly as he sat on the bed and 

extended his arm toward Huai Xu in silent understanding.

Huai Xu removed the plastic wrap, 

carefully disinfected and applied the medicine to the wound, 

then wrapped it in gauze.

After finishing, Huai Xu smiled brightly, his dimples shining like soft honey.

"Good boy." 

He patted Jing Zheng xuan's head.

Jing Zheng xuan didn’t like having his head patted, 

nor did he like being called 

good boy.

No one dared to do this to him, except Huai Xu.

Huai Xu could do anything to him, and he liked it all.

They turned off the lights and lay down on their respective pillows.

Suddenly, Jing Zheng xuan leaned over.

Huai Xu was startled and asked, 

"What's wrong?"

"It hurts a bit," 

Jing Zheng xuan wrapped his arms around Huai Xu.

"You didn’t say it hurt when I applied the medicine earlier," 

Huai Xu said, a bit concerned, ready to get up and turn on the lights. 

"I’ll take another look."

Jing Zheng xuan’s strong arm held him down, and his head buried into Huai Xu’s neck. 

"This way is fine."

Huai Xu rolled his eyes in the dark. 

"This way?, it doesn’t hurt?"

"Mm," 

Jing Zheng xuan’s deep voice responded, 

taking a deep breath and rubbing Huai Xu’s hair. 

"Go to sleep. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," 

Huai Xu replied, tousling Jing Zheng xuan’s hair before finally feeling at ease and falling asleep.

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At 6 AM, Jing Zheng xuan opened his eyes.

He kept a regular schedule, rarely needing an alarm, especially when Huai Xu was around. 

He didn’t want the alarm to wake Huai Xu.

After opening his eyes, he didn’t get up immediately. 

Instead, he quietly watched the person sleeping beside him.

The early morning light was soft, and Huai Xu’s pale face had a gentle pink glow, 

his skin delicate, looking more and more like a sweet peach the longer you stared.

Not just looking like one, but also smelling like one.

Jing Zheng xuan moved a little closer and gently inhaled.

After about ten minutes, he quietly got out of bed, 

freshened up, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

40-degree Celsius fresh milk, soft-boiled eggs, special homemade bacon and toast, 

fresh broccoli and cherries from a private farm—nutritious and well-balanced ingredients.

When the food was almost ready, Jing Zheng xuan went to the master bedroom, 

gently stroked Huai Xu’s face, and lightly poked his dimple. 

"Time to wake up."

Huai Xu mumbled and waved his hand, still half-asleep, 

before pushing Jing Zheng xuan’s hand away.

Even after waking up a little, Huai Xu still didn’t get up.

If they were in the dorm, he would have gotten up by now. 

But here, with Jing Zheng xuan, he became strangely lazy, 

as if all the bones in his body had turned soft.

Jing Zheng xuan wasn’t in a hurry. 

He turned and began to walk out. 

"Should I bring breakfast to the bedroom and eat in there?"

Before he could finish his sentence, 

Huai Xu shot up from the bed. 

"I’m up, I’m up."

Huai Xu’s OCD was evident in his daily life. 

For example, he would never eat in the bedroom, nor would he ever sleep in the study.

Jing Zheng xuan wasn’t surprised. 

He turned around and handed Huai Xu the clothes he had already prepared.

"Thanks," 

Huai Xu said, relieved he didn’t have to go to the wardrobe early in the morning. 

He didn’t want to start tidying up again. 

After all, he wasn’t going to move in here—better out of sight, out of mind.

Jing Zheng xuan set the table, and 

Huai Xu took the opportunity to change clothes and freshen up 

before joining him in the dining room for breakfast.

Huai Xu followed a strict eating order: eggs, vegetables, meat, fruit, milk.

After breakfast, Huai Xu applied medicine to Jing Zheng xuan’s arm again. 

Then, they both went to school together.

Along the way, they naturally attracted many curious gazes, 

especially from those who knew them well.

Their routines were too regular. 

Normally, they only entered school together on Monday mornings. 

From Tuesday to Friday, Jing Zheng xuan would bring lunch to Huai Xu, 

so it was rare for them to be seen walking together on a Thursday morning.

Many people whispered about them, and those shipping them couldn’t contain their excitement.

Among the crowd, a slim figure quietly listened. 

His expression wasn’t as excited as the others; 

instead, he seemed a little lonely. 

He stared at Huai Xu and Jing Zheng xuan walking closely together, 

and his grip on his bag’s strap tightened...

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Medical knowledge was vast, and Huai Xu had two long lectures in the morning, 

not finishing until noon. 

Jing Zheng xuan, whose classes ended earlier, 

went to the classroom door to wait for him.

Huai Xu listened attentively in class. 

His thirst for medical knowledge was greater than most, 

not just because of his own health issues but also due to Jing Zheng xuan’s delicate body.

Sometimes, he found the human body incredibly intricate and mysterious. 

Some people miraculously recover from cancer, while others lose their lives to a cold.

He particularly liked when the teacher talked about real-life cases, 

feeling as if he were right there.

Jing Zheng xuan, knowing his habits, didn’t disturb him with messages. 

He stood quietly in the hallway, watching Huai Xu intently listening in class through the glass.

The noon sunlight was glaring, casting a glow around Huai Xu, 

who sat in the front row with his roommates. 

Everything around him paled in comparison.

Just like when they first met as children, even in a green dinosaur onesie, 

with just his round little face showing, Huai Xu could easily capture everyone’s attention.

After a while, the bell rang. 

Huai Xu packed his bag and, seeing his childhood friend waiting at the door, 

quickly waved goodbye to his roommates and ran out of the classroom.

Jing Zheng xuan scratched his nose. 

"Hungry?"

"Not really. I was just worried you’d be waiting too long." 

Huai Xu adjusted his nose.

"Not long. Let’s go." 

Jing Zheng xuan naturally took Huai Xu’s bag, and they headed to Jing Zheng xuan’s place.

Halfway there, someone suddenly called out to Jing Zheng xuan.

It was Jiang Yuhan. He looked them both over, then smiled at Huai Xu. 

"You must be Huai Xu, right? Hey, you don’t know how impressive Jing Zheng xuan is. He can easily take down a group of little punks without even breaking a sweat..."

As he spoke, Jing Zheng xuan’s face grew darker, while Huai Xu looked increasingly puzzled.

Jing Zheng xuan’s sharp face darkened, 

his cold brown eyes flashing with icy light, as if ready to stab Jiang Yuhan with a glare.

Jiang Yuhan suddenly realized the atmosphere was off, 

scratched the back of his head in confusion, then tilted his head and asked, 

"Did I say something wrong?"

He had meant well, based on his own analysis. 

He believed that Jing Zheng xuan’s care for Huai Xu was more than just the typical childhood friend bond.

Who would cook three meals a day for their childhood friend? 

And never miss a day?

As one of the few people close to Jing Zheng xuan, Jiang Yuhan felt it was his duty to help.

No one would dislike a hero, 

Jiang Yuhan thought, but it seemed his well-intended words had backfired.

Jing Zheng xuan glared at him, coldly squeezing two words through his teeth

"No."

Jiang Yuhan immediately realized his mistake and 

nervously mumbled an excuse before quickly fleeing.

Meanwhile, Huai Xu kept pondering Jiang Yuhan’s words.

"One against many, a group of punks, easily..."

He recalled the timing and looked at the wound on Jing Zhengxuan’s arm. 

It matched, and it did look like it had been scratched during a fight.

Huai Xu’s scrutinizing gaze didn’t escape Jing Zheng xuan’s notice. 

He silently hid his injured arm behind his back, 

then casually draped his other arm around Huai Xu’s shoulder. 

His tone was casual. 

"Let’s go home and eat."

"Mm, let’s eat first." 

Huai Xu didn’t react immediately but pretended not to care.

They got home, washed their hands, and ate.

Since their lunch break was short, 

Jing Zheng xuan had asked the aunt to prepare the meal in advance, 

so they could eat as soon as they returned.

At the table, the two of them unusually remained silent throughout the meal.

Jing Zheng xuan kept an eye on Huai Xu’s every move, 

while Huai Xu was deep in thought about how to communicate with his childhood friend.

Jing Zheng xuan had once promised never to fight again, 

even against bad people. 

He was supposed to call the police and protect victims without getting hurt.

But now, it seemed his childhood friend had broken that promise, 

and his fighting skills were surprisingly good, suggesting he had secretly practiced.

After the meal, Huai Xu applied medicine to Jing Zheng xuan’s arm again. 

During the process, he casually asked, 

"Who was that person we ran into earlier? You two seem pretty close?"

Jing Zhengxuan: "?"

He had prepared so much, and Huai Xu was concerned with this instead?

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