Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 31

As soon as Su Yunjing stepped into the classroom, he drew quite a few glances.

He was wearing an off-white hoodie, dark athletic pants, and a pair of flashy red sneakers on his feet.

He stood at about 1.8 meters tall, lean and well-proportioned, his shoulders and back sharp and defined.

His hair was cut short now, revealing a clean and strikingly handsome face with sharp features.

There was a faint bruise at the corner of his eye and a piece of gauze wrapped around the side of his neck.

The bruise was still quite noticeable, but Wen Yanlai had dabbed some concealer on it, so it wasn’t as glaring.

Su Yunjing slung his backpack over one shoulder and walked past the front rows, settling into the last seat by the window.

He had walked from home, arriving just as class was about to begin.

Unexpectedly, Fu Hanzhou arrived even later than he did, strolling in lazily just two minutes before the bell rang.

He sat beside Su Yunjing, same as always— earbuds in, head down on the desk, completely ignoring everyone.

Su Yunjing glanced at Fu Hanzhou’s slender nape, half-hidden beneath his dark hair, and let out a quiet sigh in his heart.

Two days ago, he had just come to terms with the idea of giving both of them some space.

He had even planned that the first thing he’d do once school opened was ask the homeroom teacher to switch desks.

Once Wen Yanlai wrapped up his transfer procedures, he’d return to his original hometown to focus entirely on prepping for the college entrance exam.

But last night, everything took a sudden turn.

But then, everything took a sudden turn last night. Beneath that little tsundere’s calm, retired-veteran-like exterior was actually a world-weary, self-destructive core.

After realizing Fu Hanzhou’s mental issues had worsened, Su Yunjing found himself caught in a dilemma, feeling genuinely troubled.

More than anyone, he truly wished for Fu Hanzhou to be fine.

But the little tsundere might not appreciate his concern. He was full of hostility, like a rose with thorns.

Forget it. He’d just take things one step at a time.

Fu Hanzhou slept the entire morning. It wasn’t until the last period P.E. that he finally perked up a little.

P.E. followed the usual routine: first, a 1,000-meter variable-speed run, then free activity time.

The girls usually went to the snack shop in pairs or threes to buy some snacks, then sat together to chat.

Most of the boys either played basketball or flirted with their crushes.

Su Yunjing, for once, left Fu Hanzhou behind and went to the basketball court.

He had been at South High for half a month now but wasn’t familiar with any of the boys. He barely interacted with them.

So, naturally, no one ever invited him to join their games.

Today was an exception, it was Li Xueyang who called him over.

Li Xueyang was holding a basketball. He jerked his chin toward the lone Su Yunjing and asked, “Wanna join? We’re short of players.”

Su Yunjing didn’t have a great impression of Li Xueyang.

But he had nothing better to do, and they weren’t even on the same team. So he nodded.

It had been a long time since Su Yunjing had touched a ball. Back in college, he’d even played in interdepartmental friendly matches.

But with any technical skill, if you go too long without systematic training, your muscle memory fades.

At first, his handling was off. He even missed an easy two-pointer.

The ball brushed the rim and was immediately snatched away by the opposing team.

Li Xueyang clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Though he only had about 200 degrees of myopia and didn’t wear his glasses during games, he still habitually pushed his nonexistent frames up his nose.

He gave Su Yunjing a look that was hard to interpret.

Because Su Yunjing was playing so poorly, his teammates weren’t looking too pleased either.

The ball changed hands again, and both sides got tangled up on the court.

With his grippy shoes, Su Yunjing ran up and down the court. Slowly, he started getting back into rhythm.

Dribbling fast, Su Yunjing broke through the defense in a flash.

The ball bounced off the ground and was caught neatly in his long fingers.

He faked out a defender, and just as he jumped for a layup, Li Xueyang suddenly leapt in to block him.

They were about the same height, but Li Xueyang had great bounce.

Still, from that distance, a block was nearly impossible.

But his sudden appearance threw off Su Yunjing’s timing, and he wasn’t sure the shot would go in.

So, with a flick of his wrist, he passed the ball decisively to his teammate Chen Yuechao.

Chen Yuechao didn’t disappoint. The ball went in—two points.

Impressed by Su Yunjing’s quick decision, Chen Yuechao shot him a smile and a thumbs-up.

With most of his form recovered, Su Yunjing became a dominant presence on the court.

Then came a shining moment—a clean three-pointer.

“Damn!” Chen Yuechao jogged over and slung an arm around Su Yunjing’s shoulders, thrilled. “You’re killing it, bro!”

Su Yunjing smiled and kept running across the court, sweat glistening on his brow.

Crystal-clear droplets traced down his side profile, lingered at his jaw, then disappeared into his collar.

It had been so long since Su Yunjing felt this alive and vibrant, truly full of youthful energy.

Exercise really did make people happy.

The dopamine and endorphins rushing through his brain had him practically euphoric.

In the second half, he and Chen Yuechao worked in perfect sync, gradually catching up on the score they had fallen behind.

This time, it was Li Xueyang whose expression turned sour.

On another jump shot, Su Yunjing lifted his chin, stretching his elegant neck, a light sheen of sweat clinging to his skin.

His abs tensed as he took the shot, outlining lean, slender lines.

The ball spun on the rim before falling cleanly through.

He and Chen Yuechao bumped fists and returned to their positions.

A new round of offense and defense began.

Su Yunjing had fully adapted to the tempo—defending, attacking, dribbling, laying up—each move smooth and coordinated.

Every time he scored, he’d bump shoulders or high-five a teammate in celebration.

Fu Hanzhou watched from afar as that familiar figure ran and leapt on the court.

His brows were neat, his smile radiant—effortlessly integrating into the group with alarming speed.

A few girls, lured by the handsome newcomer on the court, had run over to watch the game, momentarily blocking Fu Hanzhou’s view.

He looked away.

The corners of his phoenix eyes, vivid like the tip of a bl00d-soaked blade, drooped slightly, carrying a trace of gloom.

Su Yunjing hadn’t exercised in a while, and his stamina started to lag. He thought about quitting the game.

But Chen Yuechao wouldn’t let him.

“The girl I like is watching from the sidelines,” he whispered, tugging on Su Yunjing. “Just play a little longer, yeah?”

Su Yunjing didn’t follow the logic. “What does me staying here have to do with your love life?”

Chen Yuechao sneaked a glance at a petite girl outside the court, his voice even lower.

“You’re attracting all the girls over to watch. If you leave, they might all leave, and the one I like might feel awkward staying!”

Su Yunjing was both amused and helpless.

Alright, fine.

He grit his teeth and played for another ten minutes, but he was too exhausted and his synergy with Chen Yuechao dropped noticeably.

Seeing Su Yunjing gasping like an old bellows, Chen Yuechao finally let him off the hook.

As Su Yunjing stepped off the court, Chen Yuechao couldn’t resist teasing, “You better work on your stamina, man. The worst thing for a guy is not being able to keep up, got it?”

Su Yunjing: I swear, your brain is broken.

He turned down several girls offering him water and went to the campus shop to buy a bottle himself.

Twisting open the cap and taking a few sips, his eyes instinctively searched for his little tsundere.

But the field was empty. He must’ve gone back to nap.

Su Yunjing glanced at the time. Only ten minutes left before lunch ends.

Wen Yanlai had said she’d have someone deliver his lunch.

She was eager to show she cared, wanting to express every bit of her concern before he left.

She was just trying too hard to be a good mother. And honestly, it stressed Su Yunjing out.

The cafeteria food was perfectly fine. There was no need to go this far.

After resting for a while, he walked to the school gate to collect his lunch.

Given her status, Wen Yanlai didn’t dare show up in person and instead sent a personal assistant.

Afraid he’d still be hungry, she prepared a lot, which was so heavy it almost made his arms sore.

The lunchbox was heavy-duty—a large Thermos brand stainless steel container with stacked compartments.

Four dishes, including soup, plus a generous helping of rice.

Su Yunjing carried the bag back to class and, sure enough, he saw Fu Hanzhou sleeping on the desk.

He walked over and quietly placed the lunchbox on the desk.

Despite his soft movements, Fu Hanzhou still woke up.

Bathed in sunlight, the long-haired boy’s snow-white skin seemed to glow with a faint golden hue, and the high bridge of his nose looked almost translucent.

In gossip tabloids, that kind of “translucent nose bridge” was often used as so-called proof of plastic surgery—though in truth, it was just overexposure.

Maybe because he had just woken up, Fu Hanzhou’s sharp and striking eyes looked softer now.

His dark pupils were slightly unfocused, making him seem unusually approachable.

Su Yunjing couldn’t help but ask, “I brought food. Do you want some?”

He hadn’t expected anything, but to his surprise, the little tsundere didn’t say no.

Wen Yanlai had packed plenty of food, but only included one pair of chopsticks.

Luckily, there was a soup ladle.

Su Yunjing handed the chopsticks to Fu Hanzhou and used the ladle himself.

Fu Hanzhou only ate the rice, not touching the dishes.

Su Yunjing was busy cleaning up just now, and he didn’t eat a single bite, so the ladle was still clean.

“Eat some meat,” he said, scooping a spoonful of chicken into Fu Hanzhou’s bowl.

As soon as Su Yunjing put the chicken in Fu Hanzhou’s bowl, the other party immediately picked it up with chopsticks and threw it back.

Su Yunjing: Okay, so I overstepped again.

But after a couple more bites of rice, Fu Hanzhou silently picked up that same piece of chicken and placed it back in his bowl.

Su Yunjing: “???”

Su Yunjing glanced at Fu Hanzhou, who was eating the chicken with a blank expression, then tentatively reached out and scooped another ladle of shrimp into his bowl.

The original host had loved shrimp, and Wen Yanlai had personally stir-fried a dish of cashew shrimp for him.

The shrimp were quite large—just two filled the entire ladle.

As expected, Fu Hanzhou picked the shrimp out again and tossed them aside.

His eyes were lowered, long lashes casting a heavy shadow over his face, making him look moody and aloof.

After taking a couple more bites of rice, he silently used his chopsticks to pick the two shrimp back up and returned them to his bowl.

Su Yunjing’s eyebrow twitched slightly.

If this was how the little tsundere’s brain worked…

Su Yunjing scooped a big ladle of stir-fried mushrooms for him.

Fu Hanzhou still picked them out one by one.

His whole attitude screamed, “I won’t eat what you give me, I’ll only eat what I pick myself.”

Su Yunjing found it both funny and helpless. Since when did this little cool cub turn into a little proud tsundere?

Fine then.

Su Yunjing stopped messing with him and focused on eating his own food.

After finishing lunch, Fu Hanzhou slumped back over his desk and re-entered his “leave me alone” mode.

Su Yunjing opened the classroom door and windows, hoping to air out the lingering smell of food.

The early autumn breeze was cool, rustling the leaves outside with a soft rustle.

Everyone else had gone to the cafeteria, leaving only him and Fu Hanzhou in the classroom.

The atmosphere was unusually silent, and Su Yunjing didn’t try to start a conversation either.

This kid was rebellious to the bone—even tossing out food he picked for him. Su Yunjing honestly didn’t know what to say anymore.

Should he tell him he’d be transferring soon?

If he were still Lu Jiaming, maybe Fu Hanzhou would care.

But now… ha.

Staring at the halo of warm sunlight above the little tsundere’s head, Su Yunjing found himself at a loss.

Leaving him like this didn’t sit right.

But staying… didn’t seem to make much difference either.

Sigh.

Being a saint is just… so hard.