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He Xu himself did not expect that from then on, the time he went out every day would become less and less fixed.

It wasn't because he was scared of being waited on by fans, but because he found himself walking to the front gate two minutes early and casually glancing at the wrought iron railing to see if anyone was outside.

If there is one, he slows down, walks over, nods, and then continues towards the practice building.

If not, he would quicken his pace with a blank expression, as if nothing had happened.

Han Yu said this is an illness and needs treatment.

He Xu said, "It's none of your business."

"Didn't you used to find this kind of thing quite annoying?"

"That was before."

He Xu unscrewed the cap of the ear drops and poured three drops into his ear. He then leaned his head to the side on the sofa, letting the medicine flow into his ear canal.

Han Yu sat on the chair next to him, holding a cup of freshly brewed tea. Looking at his awkward posture, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

"You're changing pretty fast these days."

"What else can you do? If people keep blocking your door every day and you ignore them, and they come back the next day, wouldn't that be stupid?"

"You've always been like that."

"My past is my past," He Xu sat up straight, screwed the cap back on the ear drops, and tossed it onto the coffee table. "I am now."

Han Yu put down his teacup and looked at him seriously: "You're quite sentimental these days."

"roll."

"Look, now all you can say to people is 'get lost.' Before, you'd drag me off the sofa and throw me out."

He Xu picked up a cushion from the sofa and threw it at them.

Han Yu accepted it with a smile and didn't say anything more.

On the last day of rest before the three public events, He Xu woke up earlier than usual.

It wasn't that he was particularly self-disciplined; his hyperbaric oxygen therapy appointment was at nine in the morning.

The doctor specifically reminded him not to eat anything an hour before treatment, so he didn't even have an excuse to stay in bed.

He slowly finished washing up, changed into a loose sweatshirt, and stuffed the ear drops and follow-up examination form into his backpack.

The sky outside the window had just brightened, and the air carried a clean, cool feeling unique to early autumn.

The practice building was dark today, and the corridor was so quiet you could hear your own footsteps.

When he arrived at the entrance of the base, several familiar faces were standing outside the wrought iron railings as usual.

Today is a day off, and there are more people than usual, about thirty or forty. Some people are holding up banners, and some are carrying hot drinks. When they see him come out, their eyes light up.

"Teacher He Xu! Why are you here so early today?"

"I have a treatment appointment," He Xu replied, unusually proactively, then waved to them, "Don't stand here too long, it's getting colder today."

The girl at the front paused for a moment, then covered her mouth and laughed. Several people next to her laughed as well. Some whispered, "He's concerned about us," while others hurriedly raised their phones to take pictures of him.

He Xu didn't stop and quickened his pace towards the roadside.

Han Yu's car was already parked there, a black SUV, in the same spot as always, with the window half open, revealing half of Han Yu's face, which was covered by a mask.

He opened the passenger door, got in, fastened his seatbelt, and put his backpack down beside him: "Let's go."

Han Yu started the car, turned the steering wheel and exited the base's auxiliary road. He glanced at the group of fans still waving at the entrance in the rearview mirror and smiled slightly: "You're quite popular now."

"Come on."

"Really. Back when you were with Banxing, the place outside was full of Shen Yiheng's fans. You could walk right past them and no one would recognize you. But now—"

"It's up to you to walk."

Han Yu smiled, stopped teasing him, and merged the car into the main road.

This is He Xu's third time undergoing hyperbaric oxygen therapy this week.

He knew the process like the back of his hand—changing clothes, lying down, putting on a mask, and listening to the hum of the machine echoing in the sealed cabin for an hour.

Then the nurse helped her out.

Every time I come out, it feels like someone has removed my bones. My legs are weak, my head is throbbing, and my consciousness seems to be slowly sinking in warm water. It takes a long time for me to regain sensation in my body.

Today is no exception.

He Xu leaned back in the soft chair in the rest area, his eyes half-closed, the back of his head pressed against the chair back, his whole body slumped in a ball, too lazy to even move a finger.

Han Yu went to get the medicine for him and came back. He put the bag on the coffee table next to him and poured a glass of warm water and placed it next to him.

"I drank it."

He Xu didn't move.

"Can you lift your hand? If you can't, I'll feed you."

"...I'm not drinking it, you can leave it..." He Xu replied dejectedly with his eyes closed.

Han Yu found his expression amusing: "...Okay, you rest for a while, and we'll leave when you're rested."

I never expected this person to be so clingy.

Han Yu sat on the chair next to him, the light from his phone screen reflecting on his face, a subtle, indescribable smile playing on his lips.

He Xu closed his eyes, the back of his head pressed against the back of the chair, still feeling the exhaustion he had experienced after leaving the hyperbaric oxygen chamber.

All he could hear was the hum of the air conditioner in the rest area, the occasional sound of a nurse pushing a cart, and—the subtle, continuous sound of Han Yu's fingers swiping across the screen.

"...What are you looking at?" He Xu didn't open his eyes, his voice listless.

"I didn't see anything." Han Yu's tone was very flat, abnormally flat.

He Xu opened one eye and turned his head to look at him.

Han Yu was looking down, holding his phone steadily, but his posture—slightly tilting the screen to the side—was as if he was avoiding his gaze.

"Something's not right with you," He Xu said.

"no."

"You have it." He Xu opened both eyes, straightened up a bit by supporting himself on the armrests. His head was still a little throbbing, but his mind was much clearer than before.

He gestured towards Han Yu's phone with his chin: "Let me see."

Han Yu paused for a second, then flipped his phone over and placed it face down on his knee.

"No."

"You're acting really strange today." He Xu leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Han Yu's face. "You're not usually like this. You usually can't wait to show me everything, but today you're being secretive. Something's definitely up."

Han Yu's lips twitched. He hesitated for two seconds, then flipped his phone back over, unlocked it, and handed it to He Xu.

He Xu glanced down at the screen, then froze.

The screen displays a social media page with the title bar reading "Xingxu Yongheng | Shen Yiheng × He Xu CP Super Topic".

"...What is this thing?" He Xu's voice was filled with disbelief and blankness.

"Shen Yiheng and your CP hashtag." Han Yu's tone returned to its usual nonchalant teasing tone, "It's quite popular. I took a look, and it has almost 30,000 followers."

He Xu stared at the screen for three seconds, then reached out to take the phone away.

Han Yu was even faster, flipping his wrist to snatch the phone back.

"What's your hurry?" Han Yu held the phone to the other side, turned his head to look at He Xu, "Aren't you quite curious? I'll read it to you."

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