Chapter 11: Becoming Friends

“Did you just say that?” Chen Ning gripped the phone tightly, doubting her own ears.

She knew her son’s temperament well—ever since he was little, he had been like a stubborn bull, bullying countless children: snatching toys, calling others nasty names, and enjoying playing tricks to scare people.

So how did he suddenly say something so sentimental? And what was this about wanting to be friends with her...?

Chen Ning quickly caught the key point.

“Who is this ‘he’ you’re talking about?”

Huo Zhanyan sneered, “That’s none of your business.”

Chen Ning chuckled. “Weren’t you always causing trouble before? If others didn’t want to play with you, you would make them. So why don’t you know how to force someone to hang out with you this time?”

That rascal Huo Zhanyan always acted like he was in charge among kids his age. He never seemed close or caring toward anyone; it was mostly one-sided bullying, and he even enjoyed it.

Was that friendship? Of course not. Most likely, the other kid was just waiting to give him a good beating.

Friends—of course, the earlier you have them, the better.

She also hoped Huo Zhanyan would understand that friendship wasn’t about one-sided pressure. Relationships go both ways; how you treat others is how they will treat you.

But she was curious: who had inspired Huo Zhanyan to come up with this strange notion of wanting to make friends?

A sweet, well-behaved face suddenly appeared in Chen Ning’s mind. Since that child had only started attending class yesterday, she blurted out, “Could it be that kid named Wen Xiao?”

Huo Zhanyan didn’t say a word, just gave a soft hum.

“So it really is him. Come on, spill it! Did you bully him again?” Chen Ning’s voice turned cold.

“I didn’t! I didn’t bully him at all. He kept making fun of me, even called me… mentally challenged,” Huo Zhanyan defended himself indignantly.

“That kid is so well-behaved. Would he make fun of you? Would he insult you?” Chen Ning leaned against the wall, knowing Huo Zhanyan was stubborn—he never admitted to foolish things he had done.

Not that he refused to admit it, but he never thought he was wrong. Who did he get that attitude from? Was it from a lack of discipline in earlier years?

“I’m not lying!” Huo Zhanyan bit his lip, so angry he wanted to throw the phone and storm off.

“Then did you bully him or not?” Chen Ning rubbed her ear, silently scolding the brat for daring to yell at his mother at such a young age.

“I didn’t…” This time Huo Zhanyan hesitated.

“Why are you suddenly speechless?” Chen Ning sneered, knowing full well the boy had probably done something to bully the other.

Sometimes she really wanted to open Huo Zhanyan’s head and see what was inside.

But since he was her son and now had this desire to mend things with a classmate, she certainly wouldn’t ignore it.

“If you really want to be friends with him, then show him kindness. Understand? If he has trouble, help him. If you truly want to be friends, then his problems must become your problems too…”

After hanging up, Chen Ning suddenly realized she forgot to tell Huo Zhanyan he could invite the kid over. After all, she also wanted to see that child again.

* * *

Unaware that a mother and son were thinking about him somewhere, Wen Xiao was following Wei Nanxing to look for a cat.

After searching everywhere the kitten might have been, still no sign of it. Wen Xiao’s expression darkened.

But Wei Nanxing looked even more anxious. Though Wen Xiao was worried, he kept it to himself—they couldn’t both lose their composure.

“Not finding the kitten is actually good,” Wen Xiao said softly. “The kitten is smart. Since it hid and we can’t find it, bad people can’t either.”

Wei Nanxing still clung tightly to Wen Xiao’s sleeve. The more tense the moment, the more he remained silent, lips pressed tightly as if afraid to make a sound.

Hearing Wen Xiao’s confident tone, his grip loosened a little, though he still held on, seeking comfort.

Wen Xiao frowned, his plump little face puffed up. Though he wanted Wei Nanxing to let go, the situation was special; he decided to endure it for five more minutes to calm Wei Nanxing.

And looking at the withdrawn, taciturn Wei Nanxing trailing behind him, Wen Xiao couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions.

His memories of Wei Nanxing painted him as a reclusive, cold boy capable of incomprehensible, reckless acts.

He liked being alone, ghostlike, yet his gloomy aura made it impossible to ignore him—especially when those eyes stared at you from afar.

Wen Xiao recalled Wei Nanxing’s communication difficulties: he used to express himself well but was always reticent and rarely spoke.

But these weren’t Wen Xiao’s concern.

Yet when his gaze caught Wei Nanxing’s hunched back from looking down, he couldn’t help but tap him on the shoulder, startling Wei Nanxing into straightening up reflexively. Wen Xiao withdrew his hand, silently thinking how timid he was.

“Next time, keep your back straight,” Wen Xiao said coldly, turning his head aside. “Otherwise, don’t lurk around me. It annoys me.”

Kids who always slouch tend to develop hunchbacks, though whether Wei Nanxing did or not was none of Wen Xiao’s business…

“And your eyes—don’t look at the ground. Look up.” Wen Xiao noticed that once Wei Nanxing stood straight, he was actually a bit taller than him, which made Wen Xiao feel even more stifled.

He comforted himself, thinking Wei Nanxing was still young and could grow taller with exercise and nutrition—maybe even taller than in their previous lives.

Wei Nanxing only lifted his head slightly, seemingly too shy to meet Wen Xiao’s gaze, which made Wen Xiao smile.

The last time Wei Nanxing glared at him, he was fine; now he seemed more timid.

“Lift your head and look up…” Wen Xiao urged, noticing his eyes still gazed at the ground. “Don’t look down. Look at me.”

Suddenly, Wei Nanxing reacted, his eyes locking onto Wen Xiao’s.

Seeing him stand straight, Wen Xiao finally found it more pleasing to the eye. Before, Wei Nanxing shrank his neck as if trying to curl into a tiny ball, making him look like an easy target for bullies like Huo Zhanyan.

They had unknowingly reached a place farther from the teaching building. Passing through a small square would lead to the middle school building.

The buildings were detached, separated by some distance, and students from both sides rarely interacted.

Wen Xiao heard some noise ahead. Students walking toward them were chattering as if discussing a fight.

He had no interest in fights between elementary and middle school students, until he heard the name Wen Yu, causing him to pause.

Wen Yu in a fight? Impossible.

Though he wasn’t close to this older brother, he knew Wen Yu was the most disciplined—he’d never act impulsively enough to fight.

Snapping back to reality, Wen Xiao walked toward the middle school building, seeing the corridor ahead packed with people. Faint angry shouts could be heard.

“Do you know who I am? How dare you hit me? I’ll have you expelled! Get out of here right now!”

“I don’t care who you are! I hit you, so what? Just admit if you killed the kitten!” A strong voice rang out, though a bit muffled.

Wen Xiao found the voice familiar, and a ridiculous thought flashed through his mind.

“So what if I killed it? It was just a stray cat. Dead is dead. But you, if you dare hit me, you’re finished. Don’t think you’ll leave this school today!” The other’s voice was arrogant, punctuated by gasps—obviously nursing a sore face from a hard punch.

Wen Xiao noticed Wei Nanxing’s demeanor shift after hearing the voice—nervous and scared.

That other speaker was probably Wei Chuan.

He told Wei Nanxing to stay put and pushed forward through the crowd, finally spotting a familiar face.

The person’s face was still swollen and bruised, with fresh cuts. Wiping a nosebleed casually with the back of his hand, he looked disheveled.

If not for the familiar tone, Wen Xiao might have doubted it was him.

“You admit it, you killed the kitten!” Huo Zhanyan pointed at Wei Chuan. Several students rushed out to pull Huo Zhanyan away, though they were clearly on Wei Chuan’s side, pulling Huo Zhanyan back while throwing punches at him.

“Idiot!” Wei Chuan, inexplicably punched in front of everyone by a little kid, was furious and glared at Huo Zhanyan with fierce eyes.

A surge of anger rose in Wen Xiao. Though he thought Huo Zhanyan was hopelessly foolish and somewhat rotten, this wasn’t something Wei Chuan had the right to accuse.

Wei Chuan was even less qualified.

Wen Xiao charged forward with all his might, kicking the middle school boy who had pinned Huo Zhanyan to the ground away.

Before Huo Zhanyan could speak, someone reached out to grab Wen Xiao’s shoulder.

Wen Xiao turned and saw the hand gripping his shoulder was caught by another person.

Following the hand upward, he met the extremely dark, stern face of Wen Yu.

Had Wen Yu seen what he just did? The expression was like that of the cold, strict father Wen Xiao remembered.

“Brother…” Wen Xiao felt uncertain, then heard Wen Yu speak: “Let go.”

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