Chapter 51

Chu Yu lay there covered with the quilt for a while. After the heat on his face and ears subsided, he sat up and climbed down from his bed silently.

During this time, he did not even look up at Luo Jiayu. Luo Jiayu just watched him leave, standing like a stone statue, not daring to move or reach out to stop him.

He couldn't sleep that night and couldn't fall asleep until after three in the morning. The smell of lemon and sea salt shampoo remained on the pillow, and it kept coming into his nose. When he closed his eyes, it seemed as if the person was still under his control and had not left.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the high-definition, uncensored video clips of him pressing someone down on the bed and kissing and biting her automatically played in his mind. Each clip ended with the red, misty eyes of the person beneath him looking at him. He suddenly pinched his palm and wanted to slap himself: Don't think about it!

His brain refused to listen and continued to persistently haunt him with the same memory video. He started cursing, repeatedly pinching and scratching himself in an attempt to force an end to his imagination, and finally put his hands together and begged his brain: "I beg you, ancestor, can you please rest for a while?"

The ancestor was very cold and refused to listen, and continued to torture him more and more. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and turned his head against the cold wall. Because it was late at night and there was no one around, he dared not make any sound. He could only close his eyes, lower his head, pick up the collar of his clothes, and then bite it tightly, desperately moving while waiting for the reaction to pass quickly.

When he was wiping his fingers with toilet paper after finishing, he said to himself, Luo Jiayu, you really deserve to die.

When it got to the second half of the night, his brain was finally willing to reward him with some sleep. He grabbed the opportunity and fell asleep quickly. As a result, he dreamed that the Baby Garden where he lived was on fire. The handsome and invincible Thunderbolt savior he played was helpless and sat in the middle of the flames, getting roasted all over.

After waiting for a long time, a rain came and put out the flames on his body. The damp wind made him dazed. He picked up a fallen leaf and smelled the scent of rain and wind on it.

Lemon sea salt flavor.

What a sin.

At 6:45 in the morning, he woke up with dark circles under his eyes to the brainwashing alarm tone of "Jiangnan Leather Factory in Wenzhou, Zhejiang has closed down". Before he got up, his first reaction was to adjust his expression, trying to look natural and unpretentious.

Then he opened his eyes and sat up, maintaining the same smile as before and pretending to look casually towards the bunk below, intending to give a natural greeting once their eyes met.

As a result, I saw that the bed sheets were empty and there was no one in the dormitory.

His childhood friend had already left without waiting for him.

This discovery made him stand there for another two minutes. He finally adjusted his mentality with great difficulty, got up and washed his face, brushed his teeth and changed his clothes step by step.

Chu Yu didn't wait for him.

Even when they were at their worst in elementary school, the two of them were arguing the night before about which Ultraman was stronger, Tiga or Zero, Chu Yu would wait for him to go to school together the next day.

But today Chu Yu didn't wait for him.

"Host, you've been standing in front of the mirror for five minutes. Is there something on your mind?"

"I don't."

"Then why are you brushing your teeth like you're petrified and can't move at all?"

"I think I'm handsome, so I take more pictures."

The system didn't ask any further questions.

It’s OK, it’s OK. Even if the sky falls, its host’s mouth will hold it up.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Luo Jiayu went to the cafeteria for breakfast. On the way, he passed a small road with bushes on both sides. He walked absentmindedly, reaching out to pluck the small flowers in the grass.

He plucked one at random and pulled at the petals casually.

After plucking off the first petal, he thought, pretend nothing happened.

Pulling off the second petal, he thought, apologize.

Pulling off the third petal, he thought, it's not impossible to just go with the flow.

After pulling off the fourth petal, he thought, forget it, I was going crazy the last second.

…

Until the poor little flower was almost bald, the system suddenly said: "Host, you..."

Then it saw Luo Jiayu throw away the last petal in his hand, stand still, his eyes determined, and utter two powerful words: "Kneel!"

“…”

System: "Not really, not really."

Luo Jiayu scratched his hair irritably, then roughly pulled off a small flower and began to pull out its petals.

By the time he entered the cafeteria, his pockets were filled with a bunch of bare flower buds and stems.

If the little flowers could talk, I guess all the flowers on the road would be cursing him behind his back.

As soon as he entered the main entrance, he saw Lu Yiyang and Xue Liu sitting face to face at the nearest table eating cold buckwheat noodles. When Lu Yiyang saw him come in, he greeted him familiarly:

"Good morning."

The next sentence is:

"Why isn't Chu Yu with you?"

“…He left first.”

Luo Jiayu now felt uncomfortable when he heard the name with these two characters. He answered vaguely and walked away quickly with his hands in his pockets.

"Oh." Lu Yiyang nodded, and only realized it after the person walked away, "That's not right, I was asking why he wasn't with you?"

Mr. Luo was in a bad mood today. He took his plate, found a deserted place to sit down, and started chewing the steamed buns without any taste. Halfway through, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and opened a private message on Weibo.

There were a lot of group chat messages in the private messages, and a bunch of latest news sent by Sister Kuangye.

My son knows how to feed ducks: Let me show you our newest royal food! [Picture]

[My young master knows how to feed ducks: This was taken by a fangirl who was squatting there last night. Our young master is really good at giving out sweets.]

My son knows how to feed ducks: Look at the shoulder hug, the look in his eyes, the smile, and the whispering gesture!

My son feeds ducks: We really enjoy spicy food!!

Luo Jiayu clicked on the photo sent by the other party and enlarged it to see the details of the candies she mentioned.

It was clearly something that happened last night, but when he looked back at it now, he felt as if it were a lifetime ago.

He suddenly felt a little broken-hearted.

【AAA peerless chief handsome guy:. 】

It seemed like the other party was on Weibo 24 hours a day, and I would reply to his message immediately after seeing it.

My son knows how to feed ducks: What's wrong, little brother? Are you worried?

Luo Jiayu hesitated for a while before starting to type on the keyboard.

[AAA peerless chief handsome guy: There is a problem between me and my brother. ]

Perhaps it was because he posted too many private pictures on a regular basis, so Sister Kuangye didn't think it was troublesome and asked a few questions patiently.

My son can feed ducks: What's wrong? Are the kids arguing?

[AAA peerless chief handsome man: No. ]

My son can feed ducks. So what's wrong? You're being so timid. This isn't like a normal kid like you.

[AAA peerless chief handsome man: ...]

[AAA's peerless chief handsome guy: I did something to him, and now he ignores me.]

[My son feeds ducks: What did you do?]

Luo Jiayu can't type anymore.

[My son knows how to feed ducks: Your silence makes it easy for a CP fan like me to make random assumptions.]

[My son knows how to feed ducks: If you don’t reply, I’ll assume you kissed him.]

...Actually, it's pretty much the same.

A few minutes later, a new message finally popped up on the private message interface.

[AAA peerless chief handsome guy: Just take it as it is]

[AAA peerless chief handsome guy: What should I do now to make him pay attention to me]

My son feeds ducks.

My son knows how to feed ducks: How can you elementary school students play with such big things?

My son feeds ducks: Really? There's nothing I can do about it. Kneel down [eating melon.jpg]

The handsome guy off the screen choked.

At this moment, he forgot that Chu Yu's fans were basically just people who were there to have fun, and began to really think about the feasibility of kneeling down.

But Sister Kuangye on the other side still had a little conscience and soon sent two more messages.

[My son can feed ducks: Just kidding]

My son knows how to feed ducks: You can buy him some things he likes to appease him, apologize and say I was wrong. He should forgive you after feeling your sincerity.

[My son knows how to feed ducks: Didn’t you say you’ve been good brothers for many years? How can good brothers hold grudges overnight?]

[AAA peerless chief handsome man: ...]

[AAA peerless chief handsome guy: That makes sense, I'll try it]

After sending this message, he turned off the screen and put the phone back in his pocket, and did not see the next message that popped up from the other party.

[My son knows how to feed ducks: Of course, I'm talking about how to deal with it after you kissed her face. If it's more serious than this, my suggestion is to arrange a baby marriage as soon as possible [heart]]

After putting down the phone, Luo Jiayu hadn't even taken two bites of the steamed bun when the system in his brain started talking again.

"You, my friend," the system said calmly, "what are you thinking?"

"What do you think?"

"Your relationship with your childhood friend."

"..." Luo Jiayu chewed the shengjian in his mouth for a while, then frowned as if waking from a dream, his face wrinkled together, "What a crap thing, it's so disgusting."

...It tastes so bad, but you still chewed it for so long?

The system saw that he was unwilling to face his current thoughts, so it changed the question: "Do you think you and him have always been close brothers?"

"yes."

"And you often hug your best friend and even want to kiss him?"

"I think this is normal," Luo Jiayu said seriously. "Friends with a good relationship naturally want to spend more time together. He and I have been friends since we were young, and our relationship is extraordinary. So isn't it natural that I want to hug him more than anyone else?"

The logic is self-consistent and self-explanatory, no wonder it has been used as Walmart's plastic bag for so many years with a clear conscience.

“This isn’t normal.”

"No." Luo Jiayu was firm. "That's because you don't have a childhood friend who's close enough to share a bed with, who's good-looking and sweet, and who lets you rub and knead without resistance. If you did, you'd have the same idea."

"...Okay, you're right." The system chose to obey him. "So you've never had any improper thoughts about your good-looking, cute, and unresisting childhood friend?"

Luo Jiayu was silent.

Luo Jiayu looked up at the ceiling.

Luo Jiayu looked down at the ground.

"Yesterday was an accident," he heard himself say.

"So what you're saying is that if it weren't for this accident, you could still be good brothers with him for many, many more years?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, yes." Luo Jiayu sighed, inadvertently revealing his previous vision of the future:

"After all, he's quite socially anxious and doesn't like to interact with people. He also told me that he has no interest in love and will most likely never get married. So it would be nice for us to live together for the rest of our lives. We could live together, find a house with a small yard, and I could even get him and a dog. We could travel a few times a year. We previously planned to go on a road trip around the country, but we never got around to it. I'm still looking forward to going to Tibet with him. We don't necessarily have to get married, but maybe in a few decades he'll be willing. After all, it's not legal in China yet. Of course, having a legal status is always good. If he's willing, we could go to Australia or the Netherlands. It's up to fate. I don't really mind."

“…”

System: "Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"

Luo Jiayu shut up, and finally realized that he was only making things worse by talking.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. I'm done eating." He put down his chopsticks, stood up and strode out of the cafeteria.