“H-he… what’s wrong with him?” Feng Yulan looked totally panicked.

Some student in the crowd yelled, “He passed out! He needs mouth-to-mouth!”

It was clearly a joke. But, unbelievably, Feng Yulan actually took a deep breath, bent down, and blew the air from his mouth into Jin Jiahui’s.

Everyone stared, dumbstruck. If Feng Yulan were a girl, this would be insanely bold. But if he really was a boy, then this felt way too taboo…

“Mm?!” Jin Jiahui’s eyes flew open. He wanted to push Feng Yulan’s mouth away, but he had no strength at all. Of course, maybe there was also a tiny part of him that didn’t really want to.

“Whoo…” Jin Jiahui’s cheeks puffed up like a balloon. Just as he was about to run out of oxygen himself, Feng Yulan finally lifted his head—the air in his lungs completely spent.

Jin Jiahui was still secretly thankful that Feng Yulan’s lung capacity was so small, when he saw Feng Yulan take another deep breath and lean in again. He was so frightened his soul nearly left his body. His eyelids rolled back, and he simply fainted again.

“Stop!” The P.E. teacher rushed over, yanked Feng Yulan aside, and started proper CPR on Jin Jiahui. In no time at all, Jin Jiahui slowly came to. When he saw the P.E. teacher in front of him, he let out a small sigh of relief.

“You guys, carry him to the infirmary. He’ll be fine after some rest,” the P.E. teacher ordered.

The boys he pointed out answered at once, hurriedly lifting Jin Jiahui and carrying him into the infirmary.

Only after Jin Jiahui disappeared from sight did Feng Yulan finally snap out of it. He realized what he’d just done, and his small face instantly flushed bright red. He bit his lip lightly, glanced around, then still headed toward the infirmary.

“Old Hui, that was badass.” Gu Fei gave Jin Jiahui a thumbs-up. “Didn’t think you could actually finish ten thousand meters.”

“Of course. Our Da Hui isn’t just talk,” another boy teased.

“Old Hui, you’re famous now. Iron willpower, man, seriously.”

“And you even got the ‘goddess’’s favor. Old Hui, how was it? How’d the ‘goddess’’s kiss feel?”

Jin Jiahui used what little strength he’d recovered to wave his hand and snapped with a crooked grin, “Screw off.”

Then he suddenly fell quiet, staring at the infirmary door. The others turned to look. A girl in a sailor uniform walked in shyly, her pretty single ponytail swaying gently.

“Uh… l-little… Feng Yulan…”

“Ha, we’ll leave you two alone!” The boys laughed. They each shot Jin Jiahui a knowing look, then filed out of the infirmary. The last boy even politely closed the wooden door behind him.

The air in the infirmary instantly turned awkward.

“So, uh… I’ll keep my promise. I’ll buy you snacks for a whole month. Whatever you want, you can have it… haha…” Jin Jiahui got halfway through his sentence and realized how weird that sounded right now. He could only let out two dry laughs to cover it up.

“Mm.” Feng Yulan answered with his head lowered.

“Ahem… what’s wrong?” By now Jin Jiahui had completely lost the sense that Feng Yulan was a boy. No matter how he looked, he seemed like a shy girl.

“N-nothing…” Feng Yulan lifted his flushed little face, his gaze wandering. He bit down, like he was making some huge decision.

“Huh?” Jin Jiahui was puzzled.

“Ah!” Feng Yulan seemed startled himself, and stammered, “J-just… c-call me… Lan… i-is fine…”

“Mm?” Jin Jiahui looked into Feng Yulan’s eyes and seemed to sense something there. He nodded lightly.

“Get some rest… I’m going now…” Feng Yulan turned to leave. He felt like his whole body was on fire. If he didn’t get out, he was afraid he’d do something terrible.

He opened the door and bumped right into Ye Wen. Feng Yulan mumbled an apology and hurried down the hallway.

“What’s up with him?” Ye Wen asked curiously.

Beside her, Jin Jing shook her head. “No idea.”

“Bang—” Ye Wen pushed open the infirmary door with a bold shove. Before she even stepped in, she shouted to Jin Jiahui, “Old Hui, how are you?”

Jin Jiahui wasn’t used to Ye Wen calling him that so casually, but he still answered, “I’m fine, I’m fine, just need some rest.”

“Not bad, huh. You actually ran ten thousand meters.” Ye Wen walked into the infirmary and sat down on a chair like she owned the place.

In this timeline, the total number of words Jin Jiahui and Ye Wen had ever exchanged didn’t even reach ten. They were nowhere near “acquaintances,” barely counted as knowing each other at all.

But Ye Wen seemed very at ease. Naturally. In his original timeline, Jin Jiahui was the only boy from their high school who ended up at the same university as him—and in the same dorm, no less. Their relationship was really close; even after graduation, they kept in touch often. You could say they were very good bros.

“Ahem, just got lucky…” Jin Jiahui played it modest.

Ye Wen froze for a moment, wondering why Jin Jiahui felt so distant. Then he gave a self-mocking smile. In this timeline, they weren’t close at all. This kind of attitude was normal. He was the one being sentimental, still treating himself like a guy in front of Jin Jiahui.

Ye Wen stood up from the chair. “Get some good rest.”

Then he left the infirmary with Jin Jing and Lu Yu. The two girls had no idea what was up with Ye Wen—coming and going so suddenly. It was really strange.

The school sports meet ended in this final, seemingly sweet atmosphere of budding romance. Word had it that several boys who managed to hold on through half of the ten-thousand-meter race all ended up officially getting together with a girl that very same day.

The clueless teachers finally got the inside scoop from A Dan—Feng Yulan was a boy.

They could hardly believe such a pretty student was male, but they still chose to trust A Dan. On this kind of issue, A Dan wouldn’t lie.

The school leaders all breathed a sigh of relief. Since they were both boys, it wasn’t “puppy love” anymore. The dean of students, who’d been planning to have A Dan call Feng Yulan and Jin Jiahui to the office for a talk, swallowed his words and instead passed the news along to the other admins.

A boy? Oh, just a boy and a boy. No problem then—at least it wasn’t early dating. As for the mouth-to-mouth, that was nothing. Just brotherly friendship, right?

Of course, some of the younger female teachers started gossiping about whether such a beautiful boy and such a handsome boy could really have pure brotherly feelings… and not some kind of forbidden love.

Ahem. Let’s just ignore those fujoshi teachers. They were only joking, anyway. Back then, boy’s love wasn’t nearly as widespread; it mostly existed in movies and TV shows. Obviously, nobody really believed something like that could actually happen in a Chinese school.

So… would it really happen?