Perhaps it was due to the lighting; the dimmer it was, the bolder Student Ming Ying became.
The two exchanged a glance in the darkness. Ming Ying suddenly said, “Teacher, what brand is your belt? How much did it cost?”
Silas said, “Not expensive.”
Ming Ying sneered inwardly.
What an old pervert.
So Ming Ying reached up and unbuckled his own seatbelt.
With a click, the sound was extremely prominent in the quiet car.
Silas turned his face to look at him.
Ming Ying paused. Seeing Aston looking his way, a flicker of fear suddenly rose in his heart again.
But in the next second, under this indescribable atmosphere, the urge for mischief overcame the fear, the shame, and all other emotions.
Ming Ying stretched out his hand in the darkness, moving along the other’s suit pants, seemingly searching for the target.
However, perhaps because it was too dark to see, or perhaps because he didn’t really dare look, he felt around for ages without reaching the right spot.
“Fuck.” Ming Ying cursed softly.
Silas quirked his lip.
Ming Ying: “…”
He explained, “Well, you know, recently, I’ve been rather focused on keeping pure and clean. I’m a bit out of practice.”
Silas let out a small laugh and said, “Mm.”
Hearing that laugh, Ming Ying felt annoyed again.
In that split second, Ming Ying found the target.
The air in the car seemed to heat up by eighty degrees.
On one hand, Ming Ying was thinking what the hell he was doing playing with fire, but on the other hand, a naughty idea took hold. With courage coming from he knew not where, he suddenly deliberately pinched it mischievously.
Silas immediately pressed his hand down, frowning. “Ming—”
Mission accomplished!
Ming Ying snatched his hand back, couldn’t help but laugh, and said, “Goodbye, Mr. Aston.”
With that, he grabbed his bag, quickly got out of the car, and ran off.
Silas followed him out of the car. All he saw was Ming Ying darting into the apartment building like a little fawn.
Ming Ying was laughing as he ran. Although he hadn’t gotten the belt, damn it felt so satisfying!
He thought back to all the frustration he’d suffered at the bar and finally got his revenge.
How do you like that!
He sprinted back to his apartment, terrified that at any second Aston would drag him back for some tit-for-tat payback.
However, as he ran, Ming Ying stopped at his doorway.
Once the initial wave of excitement subsided, he leaned against the apartment door, gazing at the old, yellowed handrails in the hallway, and inexplicably fell silent.
Student Ming Ying finally began to reflect. In the darkness, he touched his own face. What the hell was this supposed to be?
The ups and downs of the day had been too dramatic. Even now, Ming Ying hadn’t been able to truly process everything that had happened in his heart.
Just then, his phone suddenly buzzed.
Ming Ying picked it up and looked at the screen. It showed [WhatsApp] XI: [Image]
Huh? Why send a picture?
Ming Ying frowned and opened it, then froze.
Damn. Aston had actually taken a picture of his fleeing back!!!
Heh, Ming Ying scoffed and decided to pretend he hadn’t seen it.
He put away his phone, turned around, and pulled open the apartment door. But as soon as he stepped into the entrance hall, the next second, Student Ming Ying froze again.
In the originally empty living room stood two men.
No, two men with no clothes on—one of them was Mark!
Six eyes met—you looking at me, me looking at you. Time seemed to freeze in that instant.
Ming Ying’s eyes widened. He was the first to react. “WTF???”
Mark hurriedly threw the blanket from the sofa over himself and the person opposite him, then immediately said to that person, “Baby, go inside and wait for me.”
Holy fucking
Baby???
Ming Ying stared at Mark’s face, feeling like he had never known this friend of his at all.
“OK.” Mark wrapped himself up, then walked over to Ming Ying with a smile, saying, “Ming, relax, I’m just in love.”
Ming Ying was dumbfounded.
“You, bro,” Ming Ying pointed at him, then pointed at the room, “You’re in love?”
No, that wasn’t the main point.
Ming Ying ruffled his hair and asked, “You are gay?”
Mark shrugged. “I am now.”
“…”
…In the answer “I am now,” what exactly was the function of the word “now”?
Five minutes later.
The three of them sat facing each other in the living room. Mark introduced, “Ming, this is Alex. Alex, this is Ming.”
The boy called Alex looked barely older than Ming Ying. When he smiled, two little dimples appeared on his face. “Hello, Ming.”
Looking at the two of them, Ming Ying felt his worldview was being continuously nuked today.
After seeing Alex off, Mark patted Ming Ying’s shoulder. “Ming, you actually came back. I thought you wouldn’t be coming home tonight.”
Ming Ying frowned. “If I didn’t come back here, where would I go—”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Aston came to mind…
Fuck, toxic.
Ming Ying coughed. “Mark, honestly, I’m really shocked. You never mentioned this before.”
Mark laughed. “Ming, I’m pursuing love. You should give me your blessing, just like I blessed you and your Girl before.”
“…”
Hearing him bring that up, Ming Ying instantly felt his whole being become a bit unwell.
Who knew that at that moment, Mark would suddenly say, “Ming, what happened to your mouth? Also, you smell like alcohol.”
“Ha?” Ming Ying subconsciously touched his mouth.
With that touch, he belatedly felt a slight stinging pain. Ming Ying frowned and cursed under his breath.
“I had some drinks with a friend before coming back.”
Mark, being the shrewd person he was, took one look and guessed about seventy to eighty percent of it. “Ming, was this with June?”
“Of course not.” Ming Ying retorted, “Don’t guess wildly.”
Mark’s eyes widened. “So it really was from kissing someone else?”
“…” Ming Ying stayed silent.
He couldn’t exactly say it was from being gnawed on.
Mark smiled and patted Ming Ying’s shoulder. “Quick, tell me! Who is it? Do I know them?”
…Uh, you not only know them, you know them very well.
Ming Ying looked at Mark, his mouth moved, and he suddenly burst out laughing.
“Fine.” Mark raised an eyebrow. “If you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to.”
Ming Ying thought to himself, Bro, me not telling you is for your own good. I’m worried about your little heart…
“Ming,” Mark suddenly said solemnly, “I’m very happy. You’ve moved on from the pain of heartbreak. That’s the way, we need to enjoy the moment—I’m going to open a bottle of champagne!”
“What are you opening champagne for?”
“To celebrate you getting over your breakup.”
Ming Ying frowned. “Why not celebrate you falling in love?”
Mark shrugged. “That’s already been celebrated today. Need to find another reason.”
Ming Ying clicked his tongue. “Well, about that, you celebrate by yourself. I’m going back to my room. You carry on. Wish you happiness.”
With that, he hastily got up holding his backpack.
Mark called out from behind him, “So I’ll drink your share then?”
Ming Ying waved his hand.
After returning to his room, Ming Ying took out his laptop and tossed his backpack aside.
Facing the Google page on his screen, he couldn’t calm down for a long time. After a good while, he typed in the following keywords:
#Am I still straight after kissing a guy?
These words hung in the search bar. Ming Ying took one look and found it an eyesore.
At this time, a few more messages popped up on WeChat.
[Single Aristocrat]:
Son No. 1: Genius bro, are you there? Got an academic question to ask you @Mingo
Son No. 1: [Image]
Ming Ying opened the picture in the group chat. This time, his childhood friend wasn’t lying; he’d actually sent an advanced math problem.
Ming Ying grabbed his tablet and solved the problem in a few quick motions, then took a picture and sent it.
Son No. 1: Awesome! If you ever need anything, this humble one is at your service!
Ming Ying smiled. Then, clutching his phone, he typed.
Mingo: I actually do need something…
Son No. 1: Oh? Do tell?
Mingo: It’s nothing much, just that I have a friend…
Mingo: He wanted to ask, if you guys kissed someone, but apart from the kiss, the other person said nothing else at all, what does that count as?
Son No. 1: ??????
Son No. 2: You’re in love? @Mingo
Ming Ying froze. In love. Aston’s image surfaced before his eyes, and he instantly felt these were the three most terrifying words in the world.
Mingo: Of course not!
Mingo: No, you’re overthinking it.
Mingo: I said it was a friend!
Son No. 1: Bro, no way, you hooked up? @Mingo
Ming Ying frowned. Fuck. What nonsense are they spouting?
Mingo: Stop talking rubbish. Am I that kind of person?
Son No. 1: If it’s not dating, but you kissed, then isn’t it just a hookup? Male or female this time?
Son No. 2: Appearances can be deceiving, Little Ming. You’d better be careful about safety.
Son No. 2: @Mingo
Ming Ying felt like spitting blood.
He smacked his phone down. All useless, what kind of people.
The phone was thus neglected for an hour. After taking a shower, Ming Ying picked it up again. The chat was already flooded with messages.
But they were all in the WeChat group.
WhatsApp had no activity.
Ming Ying opened his chat history with XI again. It still ended with that photo of his fleeing back.
Ming Ying’s fingertip scrolled up and down for a long time. Then, suddenly, a thought popped up: Could he be angry?
The moment this thought emerged, the more Ming Ying thought about it, the more it seemed to fit.
The man was a school board director; he’d probably never been “humiliated” like this before…
Should he apologize?
—Fuck. Apologize my ass!
Ming Ying thought to himself, in the bar, he’d been kissed to that extent, and he didn’t see Aston apologize to him.
Student Ming Ying, who was hoping the school board director would apologize to him, immediately adopted a “down with the landlord” mentality and decided not to reply to the landlord’s message.
And just as Ming Ying didn’t send a message, Silas naturally didn’t send one either.
It went on until the next day. When Ming Ying woke up and checked his phone, their chat history still stopped at last night.
However, Thomas had sent him several messages, the gist being not to overwork himself and that health was the most important thing.
Ming Ying got up and replied to Thomas’s email before starting to wash up.
He opened the window. The morning sunlight seemed to blow away the gaudy, ambiguous atmosphere of last night completely.
Ming Ying yawned and packed his things to go to class.
Both Monday and Tuesday were packed with classes. Ming Ying was utterly exhausted and still had to deal with lab matters.
Ming Ying received Aston’s next message on Tuesday afternoon, while he was eating with Bruce.
Because Ming Ying wasn’t familiar with anyone in the lab, he had to find someone slightly familiar to get closer to.
Therefore, he hadn’t looked at his phone during the meal. Only after finishing did he see a notification on his screen.
His smile immediately faded.
Bruce across from him saw this and asked, “Ming, what happened?”
Ming Ying smiled and waved his hand. “Nothing.”
He swiped the screen open.
XI: Back tonight.
Four words. They made Ming Ying restless all afternoon.
Actually, looking back at that night after two days, it always felt a bit like an unreal dream.
Ming Ying deliberated, repeatedly revising his message, and decided to reply using the other’s tone.
Mingo: Mm.
Mingo: Got it.
Mingo: Whatever.
Watching the little blue read receipts light up one by one, Ming Ying burst out laughing, “Hahaha.”
It seemed he had found the rule for replying to XI. Next time he didn’t know how to respond, he’d just launch this “Mm,” “Got it,” “Whatever” triple-hit combo.
Who knew the other party would send another message.
XI: How have you been feeling these past two days?
Ming Ying propped his chin on his hand.
Mingo: Pretty good, actually.
Mingo: I haven’t slept in the lab anymore.
XI: Mm.
Before class, Ming Ying glanced at their conversation again.
This tone… he probably wasn’t angry, right?
…
Silas’s return wasn’t particularly late, at least when he came back, Ming Ying was still in class.
However, considering Ming Ying’s habits, Silas still chose to call Ming Ying right around the time class ended.
“Hello,” Ming Ying answered the phone distractedly while packing his things.
“Ming, where would you like to go eat later?” Silas asked, “Chinese, Western, or Japanese?”
Hold on… he’s just inviting me to dinner right away, did I agree to that?
Thus, Student Ming Ying staged his rebellion.
Ming Ying said, “I want Thai food!”
Silas had no objection. “Fine. I’m in Area of the underground parking garage. Come over.”
The call ended.
Ming Ying looked at his phone screen and let out a scoff.
Then he shouldered his bag and headed for the parking garage.
But as soon as he reached the entrance of the school’s underground parking garage, Ming Ying hesitated.
He found it a bit strange. Before, Aston had always driven the car out to pick him up. Why was he insisting on the underground parking garage this time?
Student Ming Ying had a bad premonition.
It wasn’t that Student Ming Ying was overly cautious; it was truly that Aston made one have to be cautious.
So he pulled out his phone again.
Mingo: I can’t find your car. Could you just drive up?
Half a minute later, a reply came through on his phone.
XI: Where are you?
Success.
Ming Ying took a picture of his location and sent it.
Mingo: At the entrance.
Mingo: [Image]
About five minutes passed.
Ming Ying, leaning against a pillar, saw from a distance a person walking up from the underground parking garage—???
Ming Ying straightened up.
Silas, one hand in his pocket, walked up and stopped in front of him, asking, “Ming, are you sure you tried looking for my car?”
Ming Ying: “…I did look. Of course I looked.”
Silas: “How did you look?”
“I,” Ming Ying coughed, “just used my eyes.”
Silas looked at him and smiled. “Are you telling me that with your eyes, which can barely see the blackboard clearly, you used your gaze from the entrance to sweep across a parking lot the size of two football fields?”
Ming Ying: “…”
Fuck. He didn’t want to eat that damned Thai food anymore!
Silas: “Come down with me.”
Ming Ying: “Uh, your car…?”
“The car is down there.”
“Why is it down there?”
“Because that’s where it’s parked.”
“…”
I damn well know it’s parked there. I’m asking why it’s still there!
Ming Ying weakly asked, “You didn’t drive it up?”
Silas: “Was there a need to drive it up?”
Ming Ying: “I thought you would drive it up.”
Silas glanced at him. “I thought you were asking me to come up and escort you personally.”
Fuck.
Ming Ying couldn’t take it anymore.
Silas seemed to see his hesitation and asked again, “What’s wrong?”
“…Nothing.”
Ming Ying was speechless.
Just like that, the two walked side-by-side into the underground parking garage.
Fortunately, unlike what Ming Ying had expected—that things would be awkward because of the whole mess from last week—at this moment, Silas’s aura as the Dean of Students clearly outweighed his aura as an old pervert.
He inquired about the status of the project Thomas had recently given Ming Ying.
Ming Ying sighed. “So annoying. Too much material.”
Silas said, “When we get back tonight, let me take a look.”
Ming Ying nearly stumbled.
Tonight, get back tonight?
Silas raised an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?”
“N-no.” Ming Ying didn’t know what to say for a moment. “But, aren’t you a law scholar? How do you understand this stuff?”
Actually, he’d wanted to ask this question for a long time but hadn’t found the chance.
Silas said, “Ming, you need to learn to use search engines effectively.”
Ming Ying paused. It dawned on him that he really hadn’t searched. Initially, he lacked interest; later, after knowing XI was Aston, he didn’t dare to search at all.
He pulled out his phone and typed the keywords “N University,” “Aston” into the search engine. Once the page loaded, the first thing was a white-backgrounded promotional photo. Ming Ying stared at that photo for two seconds before scrolling down.
That scroll through Aston’s credentials was incredible. Ming Ying keenly captured keywords like Dual-Degree PhD in the education section. He also noticed that Aston’s advisor was also Thomas’s advisor!
This… truly more than enough to teach him.
“Ming, we’re here.”
In just these few steps, they had reached the car. Ming Ying put away his phone and rubbed his nose.
“Get in.”
“Oh.”
Open the car door, get in, close the door, fasten the seatbelt.
After completing these actions, Ming Ying waited for a moment and asked, “…Aren’t we going?”
The man in the driver’s seat turned his face to look at him, a smile playing on his lips. “We are. But Ming, we need to resolve some issues first.”
Ming Ying was suddenly hit by a terrible premonition. Alarm bells blared in his heart.
“What issues?”
“What do you think?”
“…I think, uh,” Ming Ying unbuckled his seatbelt and forced a smile, “I think, I’d better get out of the car first. Once you’ve resolved it, we can—Fuck!”
No man could remain calm when his family jewels were seized.
Not to mention, Silas had not only seized them but had also used a cheap trick, reclining his seat and pressing his entire body down on him!
The cramped space was dizzying. A wise man doesn’t fight when the odds are against him. Ming Ying started begging for mercy wildly, “Silas, Professor, Teacher, ah, let go!”
Silas held his face firmly, his expression unchanged, and asked, “Reason?”
“…”
What fucking reason? Do you need a reason to save your family jewels?
In the end, Ming Ying held it in for ages, his face flushing red, and choked out a sentence: “Teacher, actually, I’m a straight man. You know a straight man can’t do this with a guy—ah—”
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