Ch61 - Summoned (1/2)
Zhou Sheng stared blankly at Fu Liqun, who was embarrassed and had stuck his tongue out at him like a dog.
Yu Hao was sorely tempted to look at it, but he resisted the urge. After he flipped over the wall, he returned the phone to Zhou Sheng, with his own heart almost flipping up into the sky. He initiated communication with his contact.
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It was morning on their side. The liaison quickly gave him a huge volume of Chinese materials and asked him to start by translating all of them into English. Yu Hao looked through it. It included parts of news publications from the United States from the years 1993-2015; they were scanned into electronic files in the form of clippings, and were related to WHO, mental health, and other related content. These documents needed to be translated into Chinese for citations in literature in the future.
In the meantime, Chen Yekai sent him a message to ask about his progress on the translations. Yu Hao then asked how the materials would be used, and Chen Yekai answered:【When writing a paper, the data cited in the reference database should be as accurate as possible; requirements for the sentences themselves aren’t as stringent.】
Yu Hao researched as he translated. Zhou Sheng reached out and snapped his fingers.
“Look at the time, you’re still not going to sleep?”
Yu Hao raised his head. Zhou Sheng leaned his head forward with some weariness while looking at Yu Hao. The two of them looked at each other for awhile, then Yu Hao said, “Go and sleep ba, I still want to work on this for a little longer.”
“Hungry?” Zhou Sheng asked, “I’ll cook some noodles for you?”
Yu Hao, “……”
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Zhou Sheng laughed and turned over to get up. Yu Hao quickly said, “Don’t, it’s too troublesome. I’ll sleep now.”
“How brazen!” Fu Liqun hadn’t fallen asleep yet either, and called out from the bed on the other side, “He’s cooking noodles for you, and you dare refuse them?! That……if he won’t eat it then I will. Cook up a pot, young master, I’m so hungry.”
Zhou Sheng, “……”
Starting from May, the dormitory would no longer get its electricity cut off. Electric fans needed to remain functional due to concern that the students would suffer from a heatstroke. Fu Liqun became spirited when Zhou Sheng turned on the light. Zhou Sheng went to the balcony to wash his hands, then cooked a pot of instant noodles and also fried nine eggs — three eggs per person. Once they had finished eating, Fu Liqun washed the pot. They finally fell asleep after whiling away the time until 4am.
“You’re cooking again in your dorm? What are you frying in the middle of the night? Are you trying to kill us?!”
People from the opposite dormitory came over to knock on their door again. Fu Liqun said, “We finished it a long time ago! Please come earlier next time ba everyone!”
Yu Hao was really sleepy, and while he was in a muddle-headed state, he suddenly felt Zhou Sheng reach over with his hand and pat the side of his face twice.
Yu Hao, “???”
He dreamt again. This time, Zhou Sheng built a roller coaster in his dream. When he woke up, Yu Hao could only remember the roller coaster, and had completely forgotten everything else.
“What did you do in my dream?” Yu Hao asked Zhou Sheng, who was in the middle of brushing his teeth. Zhou Sheng looked at him with foam all around his mouth and evaded his question.
Yu Hao asked, “Why don’t I remember the things I’ve dreamt anymore?”
Zhou Sheng gargled, “What do you want for breakfast? I’ll go buy it.”
Yu Hao was so sleepy he was about to die; he had slept for less than five hours last night. He said, “Why do I feel like I can’t ever remember my dreams anymore……okay then.”
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Zhou Sheng put his phone into his pocket and went out. Before leaving, he said, “Isn’t that normal?”
Yu Hao, “???”
Including the dream with the roller coaster last night, Yu Hao already had three dreams that he couldn’t recall in a row — including the fireworks they watched on New Year’s Eve, last month’s parkour practice under the Great Wall, and last night’s dream. Are dreams easy to forget if he doesn’t enter other people’s dreams? That can’t be right. When Zhou Sheng entered his dream to talk to him about Lin Xun, Yu Hao remembered it clearly.
Did Zhou Sheng use some sort of method to make him forget? Yu Hao brushed his teeth and washed his face in a befuddled state. Zhou Sheng bought breakfast and asked upon his return, “Have you finished translating?”
Yu Hao thought that Zhou Sheng must be hiding something from him, and was trying to divert his attention. But he tactfully didn’t probe into it and answered, “I need to translate for a month.”
Zhou Sheng said, “I’ll buy you a laptop then.”
Yu Hao immediately refused. Zhou Sheng continued, “I’ve wanted to buy one for ages, to watch shows.”
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“Study!” Yu Hao said, “Watching shows…you do nothing but watch shows all day long.”
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Yet Zhou Sheng laughed, and like usual, placed his arms around Yu Hao as they went to class. But today, for some reason, his arm around Yu Hao seemed to hold more tension than usual.
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“Here!” Yu Hao was incredibly nervous as he waited for roll call. Of course, there would be roll call as soon as he didn’t show up, and the one who was called just had to be Fu Liqun.
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The hall immediately hooted with laughter, and Yu Hao roared angrily in his heart, Fu Liqun! You never said that Laoshi recognised you okay?!
“Yeah.” Zhou Sheng immediately raised his head, “There’s no other Fu Liqun! Why, is there a problem?”
Another peal of laughter rang out. The teacher scrutinised him doubtfully, then a huge guy from Zhou Sheng’s class immediately shifted over and blocked Yu Hao from sight, “We all admire Fu Liqun a lot; he has great technique!”
“He’s the three-pointer god.” Another person added.
The teacher didn’t say anything further, and called out the next person’s name.
Yu Hao was utterly speechless.
“You’re going to do more work?” After their class ended, Zhou Sheng spun a basketball on a finger in their dormitory and said to Yu Hao, “Let’s go play ball ah.”
“Not going.” Yu Hao said, “I need to translate part-time, there’s too much and I can’t finish it all!”
Today, after the client finished looking through Yu Hao’s translation, they were quite satisfied with his work. They then promptly sent him all the content that he was supposed to work through, and Yu Hao blew up the moment he saw it. Yesterday, it had taken him six hours to translate four reports, and after he clicked on the dropbox link to view the remaining content, there were 1,145 reports in it. Even if he didn’t eat or drink, he would still need to translate for a full half a year before he could finish.
Yu Hao concentrated as he read the English report. First, he read through the whole report, then translated it word-for-word. He also had to check the names of many places. When he turned around, he saw Zhou Sheng dressed in a full set of basketball clothes. But he wasn’t going to play basketball anymore and instead sat at one side and watched.
“Go ah.” Yu Hao said, “Don’t mind me.”
Zhou Sheng said, “Not going. I need to study hard and mature well, that’s what Yu Laoshi taught me bei. What does that phrase mean?”
“It’s the name of a place, translated from Italian. Don’t be mischievous!” Yu Hao said, “Just go and play your basketball.”
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Zhou Sheng stayed beside him and didn’t leave. Yu Hao turned around and assessed him for awhile, and suddenly thought that Zhou Sheng looked quite cool in his set of red basketball clothes. No, he looked very cool, and he always felt that Zhou Sheng seemed taller now.
“What’re you looking at?” Zhou Sheng said, “You’re looking at me ‘cause you don’t know? I’m not a dictionary, I don’t know anything either.”
Yu Hao laughed, and felt that Zhou Sheng seemed a bit unusual today. For nearly a month, neither of them have been cracking silly jokes at one another.
“Did you grow taller?” Yu Hao asked doubtfully.
Zhou Sheng got up and removed his basketball shoes, put on his socks, then stood next to the ruler by the window, “Did I grow taller? Didn’t notice.”
Yu Hao stood up to look. He pressed a book against Zhou Sheng’s head, “185! You grew 5cm!”
Zhou Sheng, “I was originally 185 anyway, what about you? Wanna measure?”
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Yu Hao wanted to ignore him as he was busy translating, but he couldn’t get Zhou Sheng to change his mind so he had to stand upright. Zhou Sheng looked as he held the book at a slightly crooked angle, “Still 176. See, who asked you to not eat my cooking? Now you can’t grow taller anymore ba?”
Yu Hao glanced at him through the corner of his eye, “Take a picture and show me? You’re lying, I must’ve grown taller too.”
“Okay okay, I’ll continue earning money from you.” Zhou Sheng said, “What do you want to eat tonight? I’ll buy groceries. Fu Liqun’s not around, so just order whatever you want.”
Yu Hao wanted to tell him not to go through the trouble, but he was afraid that Zhou Sheng would misunderstand again, so he said, “I want to eat mushroom and winter bamboo shoots with chicken claypot rice.”
“What month do you think it is? Where would I find winter bamboo shoots?” Zhou Sheng said, “We’ll just eat whatever I can buy ba.” He shut the door as he spoke and left.
Yu Hao translated until his head spun. The weather had been dark and cloudy recently; he felt sticky all over, and it was stifling hot, which always caused him to develop migraines. When Zhou Sheng returned in the evening, he had managed to get a can of winter bamboo shoots from somewhere and started cooking for Yu Hao.