Chapter 117 is truly a pity.
He Li confirmed again and again: "This is Cheng Boyan's phone, right? Him? Xie Gou, how could you say such a perverted thing?"
"What?" Cheng Boyan asked, turning his head as he held the water bottle.
"Xie Gou has gone mad, he's simply..." He Li's expression suddenly turned serious, "He's not dating you right now, is he?"
Cheng Boyan almost choked to death on the matchmaking attempt.
Lin Yao's gaze fell upon Xie Xingchen in the distance. He held the phone like a grenade, wishing he could just throw it across the stadium and blow up the culprit.
"How could I possibly date my brother? You're crazy too." Cheng Boyan was speechless.
“He said he wanted to French kiss you the first time he saw you. This brotherhood has already turned sour.” He Li stroked his chin. “But you two are both Alphas. The last one was Yao Ge. Xie Gou is indeed gay. Why does he always target Alphas?”
Cheng Boyan: ".............."
Lin Yao: ""
He missed so many classes that I didn't know where to start to help him catch up.
Cheng Boyan was also quite surprised that the young master was so outgoing after such a long time apart, and could only help smooth things over: "He was just joking, you're too naive to take it seriously."
"Can brothers really joke like this?" He Li was shocked.
"I can also tell you, how would you feel if I wanted to French kiss you the first time I saw you?" Cheng Boyan's tone was very indifferent, completely unconcerned that there were a large group of audience members sitting around him listening to the lecture.
Lin Yao, sitting in the middle, was terrified as he listened.
Even He Li couldn't react to this?
No, Xie Xingchen seemed to have said something similar before, like French kissing for ten minutes every morning. I just thought he was having an attack and needed pheromones.
Lin Yao: ".........."
Lin Yao turned off the lock screen expressionlessly; he had no right to call He Li slow-witted.
The person next to him remained silent for nearly half a minute, as if after careful consideration, before slowly speaking: "I find it a little strange."
Cheng Boyan glanced at him thoughtfully: "Just a little? Then why did you call Xingchen a pervert?"
He Li fell into deep thought: "Oh right, why is that?"
Lin Yao sat between the two of them, feeling for the first time what it meant to be a third wheel. As the lecture ended, he awkwardly stood up and said, "I'm leaving, see you at the dinner party tonight."
"Wait for me, Yao-ge." He Li couldn't figure it out, and was too lazy to think about it anymore, so he got up and chased after him.
The freshmen crowded at the door and walked out. Lin Yao suddenly felt his palm being touched. It was a rough touch, with calluses from guns.
He turned around abruptly and saw Xie Xingchen following behind him. Because of the crowd, he didn't seem to be deliberately getting closer; he just appeared to be going out with the flow of people.
Lin Yao froze, wondering how this person could be so audacious.
"Thanks, I just saw the message you sent to Boyan." He Li turned around, still teasing, "You're such a pervert."
"Just kidding." Xie Xingchen smiled, using his coat to cover their hands as if they had touched, his fingers digging into Lin Yao's palm.
Lin Yao's body stiffened, his eyes fixed straight ahead on the back of the head.
They couldn't even remember the last time they held hands. Their relationship had been too short, and they hadn't had time to do many things. Now, their relationship was no longer legitimate.
“You…” He only said one word, then paused, leaving the other person alone.
It was such a simple touch, but the fear of being discovered made my heart pound like thunder.
He Li was completely unaware and continued to chat with him: "You guys are really weird. Why don't you two try it out when we play games at dinner tonight?"
"Let's not." Xie Xingchen thought about the scene and felt a little disgusted. "I'm afraid I'll have nightmares tonight."
Lin Yao's fingers were slowly caressed by him, a very tender touch, and then he felt his palm being gently hooked, his fingertips brushing against his skin as if writing.
He struggled to make out the sensation, but it was tingling and he couldn't distinguish it clearly.
What was written?
Lin Yao didn't turn around, but he felt the force in his hand suddenly loosen after he squeezed out of the door with the crowd.
The brief, silent touch went unnoticed even by He Li.
After walking quite a distance, he casually turned around and looked in the opposite direction. Xie Xingchen and Cheng Boyan had already walked away arm in arm.
"Those two...could they really be having an affair?" He Li wrinkled his nose, looking wary.
Lin Yao almost laughed.
With these combinations, the four of them can come up with a whole host of possibilities.
He made a rare dry joke: "Who knows, in a couple of days, you might think that I'm having an affair with Boyan."
"Huh? Huh? Huh?" He Li covered his face with his hands, his face contorted in pain. "No way, this is so weird."
Lin Yao clicked his tongue softly: "You actually believe that? That's really stupid."
He left to contact instructors from other departments. He returned to his dormitory alone and finally had time to reply to Xie Xingchen.
[Boyan]: Don't say things like that next time. How could you even say Cheng Boyan's name?
[xxc]: I knew it was you, your tone is really easy to recognize.
[xxc]: I've temporarily changed his contact name to yours.
【xxc】: Thank goodness his profile picture wasn't a selfie, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to say it.
【xxc】: Why aren't you saying anything? Talk to me!
[Boyan]: I don't know what to say.
[xxc]: Let's make a phone call then. We can keep the video call on but not talk.
Lin Yao stared at their chat box, finding it amazing. Despite having no communication for four years, this person spoke as if he had just gone out to buy breakfast and returned, without the slightest hint of unfamiliarity.
He had thought that facing Xie Xingchen again would be awkward because of the many unfamiliar things between them, and he was also afraid that they could never go back to the way things were before.
But Xie Xingchen always has this ability to pull him back to eighteen years old with just a few words.
Lin Yao sent a video call request, and the other party answered. He looked like he had just taken a shower; his hair was wet, his upper body was half-naked, and he was wearing a pair of gray trousers.
"You seduced me?" he blurted out.
"Did you seduce me?" Xie Xingchen asked, half-jokingly and half-seriously. "After all, it's been a few years since we last met. I don't know what your taste is like now. Try everything."
In reality, he wasn't as calm as he appeared.
Lin Yao is cold and doesn't show his emotions much. In the half day since their reunion, the words he said most often to me were "go back" and "don't stay here anymore."
Adding to the PTSD from back then, I don't know if it's healed yet. It's a scabbed wound between them. Xie Xingchen doesn't dare to ask or push too hard, for fear of another psychological accident.
Xie Xingchen thought that their relationship was always initiated by his own passionate enthusiasm, but he was also afraid that he would never receive a response.
Seeing that the other person was staring at him without saying anything, Xie Xingchen asked again, "What's wrong?"
Lin Yao's gaze swept across his chest, and he frowned slightly: "You have a scar. When were you injured?"
"Yes, last year when I was on a mission, a bullet grazed this spot, but if it had been slightly off-center, it would have pierced my heart." Xie Xingchen downplayed the previous suffering, "The military almost sent my family a will."
Lin Yao listened quietly, feeling as if his heart had been pierced: "It's that serious?"
Soldiers in the Alliance have an unwritten agreement: upon joining the military, they must handwrite a will and submit it to the military headquarters for sealing. This will be replaced annually. If they die in battle, the will will be sent to their relatives on their behalf as a final obituary.
Lin Yao also wrote that he had thought long and hard about who to send the will to. He had no relatives and his friends were far away, so he chose Xie Xingchen from among his secret contacts.
If they really died, at least, through the layers of approval from the military, someone would know in the end that they had loved each other.
Xie Xingchen said in a low voice, "Luckily it wasn't sent out. If that will had been sent out, all the suffering of the past few years would have been for nothing."
Lin Yao certainly hoped that they would never reach that point, but he still asked, "What did you write in your suicide note?"
Xie Xingchen smiled and said slowly, "It's already called a will, how can I tell you now? If I die in battle, I'll send you a copy, and you'll see it then."
"Can you please stop talking so badly? You're such a jinx. I never want to know."
Lin Yao frowned. He knew the other party was just saying it casually, but he was still afraid because Xie Xingchen had brushed with death without his knowledge.
It would be such a pity if Xie Xingchen really died like this.
He stared into the other person's eyes, his tone anxious: "You're really annoying. Can't you protect yourself? Do you have to make others worry?"
Xie Xingchen smiled, feeling that the old Lin Yao had returned a little.
Uninhibited, long-lost vibrancy—it's truly been a long time since I've seen it.
"Yaoyao, scold me a few more times, I love to hear it."
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