Chapter 21

There are quite a few gay men in this city who use Puk and mingle in various circles.

The senior has many friends in the circle. Although you are not in the circle, they have more or less learned about you from the senior.

You didn't publicize the breakup, but now it seems like everyone knows.

This is a privacy breach. You're in a bad mood, so you close the webpage, find the trendy guy's WeChat account, and make a video call to him.

You dialed twice before the other party answered. The background music was deafening, and the colored lights were flashing rapidly, as if you were in a nightclub. You unconsciously frowned and tried to make out the face of the trendy guy taking photos in the dark.

The occasional light illuminated a group of people slumped over, drunk in a booth. The trendy guy who had checked in was also among them, so he wasn't the one who answered the phone.

As you hesitate about whether to hang up, the phone changes angle, and a haughty, handsome face appears on the screen.

The gay community champions masculinity and rejects effeminate culture, yet the person answering the phone has shoulder-length hair. He casually rests his chin on his hand, wearing a sturdy bronze bracelet with a dragon pattern on his beautiful wrist, looking at you through the screen.

Within three seconds, you couldn't think of any words to explain your current awkward situation.

However, perhaps because you were dressed neatly and had a serious expression, as if you had something important to say, the other person's lazy and indifferent expression slightly changed. They looked around, said "Excuse me, wait a moment," and then stood up. Judging from the background, they moved from the private room to the restroom.

Who are you looking for?

The music volume has been reduced significantly, so you can hear his question clearly.

Pale blue smoke rises through the screen, but you pretend not to see it, suppressing your instinct as a teacher, and announce the name of the trendy guy you're checking in with, saying that you need to speak to him directly.

"oh."

Throughout the conversation, he held his phone and stared intently at you. Only after you finished speaking did he slowly say, "He can't answer the phone right now. He's drunk. If it's something urgent, why don't you come here and pick him up?"

"I think we can talk about this another day."

The other person raised an eyebrow in surprise, puzzled: "But he's leaving the country tomorrow afternoon, and tonight is his farewell party."

You remain silent for a few seconds, frowning deeply, while he looks at you innocently.

If you're the kind of person who can wake up one morning and be completely unconcerned about this, then you can hang up right now, pretend you didn't see anything, and continue your peaceful and stable life.

If you can turn a blind eye to hurt and easily forgive other people's mistakes, then you and your senior don't need to break up at all.

This is one of the true aspects of your personality that you hide beneath your suits and ties.

You know you won't be able to get a good night's sleep unless you resolve this issue.

No one can ignore the elephant in the room.

When I was a child, Qiu Li said that I had a problem: I was stubborn and very petty. If someone made a mistake, I would hold onto it until they apologized.

You don't like socializing, you don't like nightclubs, and you subconsciously resist driving alone at night.

But tonight, even if we drag the trendy guy who's been playing around with his drinks to get his stomach pumped, we'll make sure he has a clear head.

You would absolutely demand that he delete the post that leaked your personal information immediately.

So you say to him, "Please tell me your address."

...

The nightclub was in a remote location, and it took a whole hour to drive there and find the way.

Before pushing open the door to the private room, you suddenly had a vague premonition, a premonition that made you hesitate for a second.

Inside, the air was thick with smoke and the smell of alcohol, creating a strong atmosphere of sexual intimacy. People were arm in arm, whispering sweet nothings. Amidst the mess of cups and plates sat a long-haired young man with a lazy air and a cigarette between his fingers.

There were many drunk people, lying down or kneeling, their atmosphere intimate and friendly, making you, with your dark face, appear all alone and out of place.

The long-haired young man was the master of this place, comforting a drunkard and casually rubbing his head when the man complained of a headache, like teasing a puppy. When he saw you, he waved and said in a magnetic, young, clear baritone voice, "You've come?"

You nodded casually.

Then pick out the trendy guy from the crowd, but no matter how hard you slap his face, he will only mumble incoherently, grab the wine bottle and kiss it, ignoring you.

Seeing this, the long-haired young man got up and walked over. His cigarette had a menthol flavor, and his voice was gentle and naturally considerate: "Is it something urgent?"

"Southward flight?"

"I haven't misremembered your name, have I?"

Do you need me to help you get him out?

You don't like the circle, but this young man is clearly one of them—casual, easygoing, and he smiles at you in a way that's not easily disliked.