【Fan Thread: Cotton Paper Factory (SongMian x LinZhi Ship Central)】
Pinned Post: Breaking news! Another update! Zhizhi actually lifted his shirt to show Song Mian! I swear, I’m not making this up—I really saw it, right behind the Teaching Building. Zhizhi lifted his shirt, but then he spotted me walking over. He dropped it quick and threatened me not to tell anyone. If he hadn’t threatened me, I wouldn’t have said a word!
Reply 1: On that note, I share a teaching building with him for classes. I’ve bumped into Zhizhi a few times, and every time, he’s rubbing his belly like this. From a fujoshi perspective, he’s pregnant. But from a biology standpoint, this isn’t an ABO novel! My rationality is fighting my ship.
Reply 2: Threatening now? Zhizhi’s gotten so bold? He used to beg before. Having a husband backing him up changes everything, huh.
Reply 3 (Pinned): CompSci major here, I can’t take it anymore. Do you know the pain of a class full of macho straight guys? No one to ship CP with! I don’t even dare chat with you all, scared Zhizhi will sic his husband on us. But now I don’t care—arrest me! Super juicy! Zhizhi wore his husband’s clothes to class. In this weather, he had on a hoodie himself but made Song Mian take off his jacket to wear. Said he was cold.
I don’t buy it.
Oh, and the belly-rubbing is real. He does it every day and makes Song Mian touch it too (over the clothes, no rumors). No one in class dares tease Song Mian. But if you tease Zhizhi, he runs to Song Mian like, “Song Mian, someone cares about you,” and… just shifts the conflict to him perfectly. We’re all staring at him, but he slams the table yelling not to look at Song Mian!!!
So cute yet sassy, and crucially, Song Mian never stops him. Total doting.
Reply: Hahahahahaha! Total doting.
Reply: Total doting.
……
On Friday noon, the phone’s glow lit up Tong Xu’s chin. He spoke up: “Total doting.”
Lin Zhi sighed heavily.
“Don’t even mention it. I really wanted Song Mian to round them all up! Such rampant rumormongers. But I’m not unreasonable, so I let it slide.”
Tong Xu: “Rumors? Like in the dorm too? Lifting your shirt on the balcony for Song Mian all the time, making him lean in to listen.”
Lin Zhi’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Tong Xu.
“How’d you sneak past my patrols?”
Tong Xu rolled his eyes. “One glance and I knew what you two were up to.”
Lin Zhi regretted it deeply.
Tong Xu: “And piling your clothes on Song Mian’s bed. Zhizhi, we’re not the same anymore!”
Lin Zhi: “We are!”
Tong Xu stated the fact calmly: “You’re gay now.”
Lin Zhi’s gaze turned resolute: “No, I’m straight!”
Tong Xu didn’t care if Lin Zhi was straight or gay—he wouldn’t ditch or discriminate against a gay friend. But seeing Lin Zhi’s stubborn denial, Tong Xu figured he needed a wake-up call, lest Song Mian devour him bones and all later.
Song Mian wasn’t the muddled type like Lin Zhi.
Tong Xu suggested deliberately: “Then don’t sleep with Song Mian tonight. Sleep with your bro instead.”
Lin Zhi suddenly stammered, eyes darting: “Uh… Song Mian wouldn’t like that. He, uh, sees me as his best bro.” More than that—he’d probably lose it!
“Forget him. Just you—would you be okay with it? Two straight guys sharing a bed, no big deal, right?”
“Uh…” Lin Zhi shook his head. “He smells good. I’m not that kind of casual straight guy.”
Tong Xu concluded: “You’re gay.”
“No!”
Tong Xu ignored him: “What you should do now is study up on surviving in elite families. Don’t drag Song Mian down to dumpster diving with you.”
Lin Zhi felt utterly wronged. How could that happen!
“I’m straight!”
Tong Xu patted Lin Zhi’s shoulder. “You’re not. I’m the straight one—the guy who’s dated girls, won’t share a bed with a bro, let alone cuddle him. Zhizhi, have you ever dated a girl?”
Lin Zhi hadn’t.
“Mu Yun hasn’t either.”
Tong Xu said earnestly: “But he doesn’t flirt with guys.”
“What are you saying about me? I’m in the dorm too.” Zhu Muyun, who’d been silently flipping through his book since he didn’t get their topic, finally spoke up.
Tong Xu pointed at Lin Zhi: “Ask Zhizhi. He brought you up.”
Zhu Muyun adjusted his glasses: “Zhizhi, I’m not asking you. Just be normal and don’t drag me into your weird chats.”
Lin Zhisighs.
It wasn’t flirting—Song Mian was his baby’s daddy too!
After handling a few harassing texts from Song Feng, Lin Zhi finished dinner, grabbed his suitcase stuffed with clothes, and left with Song Mian. Before going, Tong Xu gave his shoulder a meaningful pat.
Sigh.
In the car, Lin Zhi wore a full frown, deeply troubled. Song Mian keenly picked up on it. “What’s wrong now?”
His response was a sigh.
Song Mian wasn’t easily fooled. After buckling Lin Zhi’s seatbelt, he cupped his face, staring into his eyes with a low, velvety voice like the world’s most reliable man: “Baby, tell me if something’s up, okay?”
Emboldened by Song Mian’s promise to respect his pregnant wishes, Lin Zhi rebelled strongly, frowning: “Don’t fake it. Be normal.”
Song Mian asked humbly: “How’s normal?”
Lin Zhi: “Colder.”
Song Mian switched to pinching his cheeks, voice cooler: “You really can’t handle the soft stuff.”
Lin Zhi nodded: “Yeah!”
Song Mian threatened softly: “What happened? Spill.”
Lin Zhi beamed: “That’s more like it.”
Song Mian pinched harder.
After Lin Zhi yelped “Ow” and said “I’ll talk,” Song Mian released him.
Rubbing his reddened cheeks, Lin Zhi gazed at Song Mian wistfully. “They questioned my straight-guy cred. Telling you won’t help.”
It really wouldn’t.
Song Mian leaned back, piling on: “Better accept it early, baby.”
Sigh.
Song Mian had indeed prepared a carrot feast.
Stir-fried carrot with pork shreds, hand-rolled carrot meatballs, cold carrot spinach salad, carrot frog stir-fry, braised pork with radish, and radish soup!
Butler Sun hovered nearby, flashing a sarcastic smile: “Young Master specially ordered the kitchen to make this for a VIP guest. That wouldn’t be you, would it?”
It really was. Lin Zhi grinned dopily: “Uncle Sun, I’ve missed you tons.”
Butler Sun turned his head away, ignoring him.
Lin Zhi glanced around until Song Mian straightened his head: “Song Feng and Song Jiancheng aren’t home. Stop looking. No interruptions for your carrot feast.”
Lin Zhi’s face flushed.
His bro got him!
While Song Mian was distracted replying to messages at the table and Lin Zhi chowed down, Butler Sun pretended to ladle radish soup for him but leaned in to whisper a warning: “You’re a guy who can’t even bear kids. Leave our Young Master while you can! He has prime genes that need passing on!”
Lin Zhi tilted his head innocently and sipped the soup.
Butler Sun glanced at Song Mian. “You barren rooster, hear me?”
Lin Zhi scratched his cheek.
“Uncle Sun, if I could have kids, would you still hate me?”
Butler Sun answered honestly: “No. You’re decent-looking, pretty smart too—clung onto our Young Master well. The kid would be twice as bright. But you’re a guy.”
He’d been complimented!
Stars in his eyes, Lin Zhi exclaimed: “Uncle Sun, I won’t let you down!”
Butler Sun frowned, then blushed as realization hit, eyes widening in shock: “Wh-what? What nonsense are you spouting to an old man? Even if you drained the Young Master dry, you couldn’t pop one out!”
Lin Zhi froze, face turning beet red.
Song Mian looked up to see two flushed faces.
Song Mian eyed them suspiciously: “What’d you talk about?”
Lin Zhi shook his head.
Butler Sun shook his head too!
That night, Song Mian found an exquisite box in the closet, right next to the basketball Lin Zhi had given him. Squatting nearby, Lin Zhi stayed silent—it really was custom-made recently. Last time he’d checked, it wasn’t there!
As Song Mian went to open it, Lin Zhi grabbed his hand, eyes earnest: “I’ll get mad if you open it.”
Song Mian didn’t.
“No anger.” Song Mian matched his sincerity.
Lin Zhi scratched his cheek—Song Mian was being cute with him!
The box went back, because Lin Zhi couldn’t deal with the doll inside yet. But he sternly warned Song Mian: “Tell me wherever you go from now on.”
Song Mian teased leisurely: “Checking up on me?”
“No, I gotta watch you so you don’t do bad things to the doll!”
Song Mian felt wronged: “Zhizhi, I won’t.”
Lin Zhi: “Hmph.”
Like he’d believe that.
The Song residence had guest rooms, but Song Mian didn’t mention them, so Lin Zhi got an extra quilt from Butler Sun and drew a clear Chu-Han boundary on Song Mian’s bed.
As Lin Zhi hugged the quilt back to the room, he spotted Song Feng downstairs. Song Feng’s gaze locked on him precisely. He pointed, voice warped: “Why are you here again?”
Lin Zhi said nothing, about to leave, when Song Feng added: “Drugging and seducing my bro again? Is he drugged in bed by you?”
Lin Zhi blanked.
Drugging and seducing…
He’d almost forgotten—he’d once borrowed Zhu Muyun’s phone to text Song Feng for… drugs!
Lin Zhi quickly returned the quilt, exchanged a look with Song Mian, told him to stay put, shut the door, and dashed out. As Song Feng rushed up, Lin Zhi ran down. They met at the stairs.
Lin Zhi stood on the higher step, eyes downcast: “So what? Song Mian likes it!”
Song Feng’s eyes bulged.
“Impossible!”
“How’s it impossible? If he didn’t like it, why would I be here?” Lin Zhi kept up the wicked talk: “He even made a carrot feast for me. Don’t believe it? Ask the kitchen.”
Song Feng’s arm veins popped. He spotted Song Mian emerging from the bedroom, held back, glared hatefully at Lin Zhi, and hissed: “Don’t get cocky. Bro’s just playing with you temporarily. But I’ll always be his brother!”
Lin Zhi recalled his doll days—24/7 with Song Mian, no moves on Song Feng. Song Mian’s cruelty to others must’ve scared him off; Song Feng feared and avoided him like the plague.
Lin Zhi sincerely: “You like Song Mian no matter what?”
Song Feng recoiled in disgust: “Don’t taint my feelings for Bro with ‘like.’ He’s one-of-a-kind in my heart!”
Lin Zhi’s expression turned odd. Song Feng cracked.
“You—”
“Wanna game together still?” Song Mian’s voice came.
Lin Zhi turned. Song Mian leaned at the door, unknown how much he’d heard.
Voice low, butt tense, “Coming, coming!” Lin Zhi slunk away.
Inside, Lin Zhi felt jittery.
“How much did you hear?”
Song Mian, who hadn’t heard much, answered vaguely: “All the important parts.”
Lin Zhi’s face burned. He changed the subject: “Game time, game time.”
Song Mian chuckled lightly, pinching his cheek.
Lin Zhi felt aggrieved.
Sigh.
But after Song Mian played games with him, Lin Zhi wasn’t aggrieved anymore. Song Mian was even worse than him. Lin Zhi started giggling mid-game. Song Mian’s flash into a wall made a vein throb on his forehead—he endured.
In-game chat was flaming already, but the target was… Lin Zhi.
[Mid, can you stop ganking top all the time? Is top your boyfriend or what? Playing with couples is gross!]
Lin Zhi was mid laner, Song Mian top fighter.
Lin Zhi glanced at Song Mian. Song Mian eyed him warily: “You don’t expect me to say something, do you?”
Lin Zhi boldly: “Why not? You want my forgiveness or not?”
Song Mian had never opened mic in-game, and he knew his limits: “We’re both trash.”
Lin Zhi turned his back.
Song Mian: “…How do you want me to respond?”
Lin Zhi turned his head again. “Just say, ‘The mid laner is my bro. He’s been stuck in Gold forever—it’s rough. Don’t flame him anymore.'”
He thought Song Mian was about to flame someone, but it turned out he was just playing the victim card.
Song Mian typed away.
Lin Zhi urged him. “Use voice input—it’ll be faster.”
Song Mian refused to use voice.
The game chat popped up with Song Mian’s message, and Lin Zhi sucked in a sharp breath. Song Mian had cheekily changed “bro” to “quasi-boyfriend” on his own!
It led to Lin Zhi getting called out: “You’re bad at the game yourself and now your girlfriend’s defending you?” Song Mian started typing again, but Lin Zhi forbade him from saying or typing another word.
Song Mian’s lips curved up. “Zhizhi, I was trying to help you.”
Lin Zhi clutched his phone and turned his back to Song Mian, his voice muffled. “This is all your fault. No more interfering!”
Lin Zhi, the tough guy, opened his mic. “We’re all dudes here.”
Then he lowered the phone toward Song Mian. “You say something too.”
Song Mian looked surprised. “I can talk now?”
Lin Zhi shot him a glare, and Song Mian let out a soft chuckle.
What a jerk!
The in-game support typed: [All dudes, but with voices that sound this good. Boyfriend helping boyfriend, that’s all. Jungler, quit flaming! You’re the one fishing in Gold games, then complaining about us native players sucking? No logic there.]
Lin Zhi hit “+1.” The ADC, who’d been too scared to speak up till now, hit “+1” too.
Song Mian joined in with a “+1.”
Lin Zhi was satisfied. But a beat later, it hit him—the support had said “boyfriend helping boyfriend.”
Lin Zhi felt awkward.
After that round ended, Lin Zhi quit the game and burrowed into his blankets. Song Mian lay down beside him. Lin Zhi even made him promise not to cross his own pillow, keeping to the space between their two pillows.
Song Mian lay on his side, uncovered by the blanket, and let out a short, low laugh.
Lin Zhi was hyper-sensitive. “What’re you laughing at?”
Song Mian replied, “I’m laughing because my big strong boyfriend suddenly vanished. Zhizhi, I think I’m the one who’s more wronged here. How many times have you slept with me during the day and night? Then you dump it all on the system. Ignore me all you want, but now that you’re pregnant, you come crawling back. If you weren’t pregnant, would you still be dodging me?”
Lin Zhi felt like he was about to explode! He couldn’t utter a single word. Then Song Mian’s long arm reached out, pulling Lin Zhi—blankets and all—into his embrace. Song Mian rested his forehead against Lin Zhi’s. “You tease me like that, then treat me this way?”
A faint, clean scent washed over Lin Zhi’s face, leaving him flustered. He quickly explained, “It’s the system!”
“Where’s the system now?”
Lin Zhi said, “It’s avoiding us.”
Song Mian murmured lowly, “Liar.”
Lin Zhi sighed. Sigh.
It really was avoiding them.
Bro System was on high alert now—like everything was out to get him. The moment he saw Lin Zhi and Song Mian sharing a bed, it bolted.
Lin Zhi softened. Sigh. “Brother Song Mian, let me tell you the truth. I’ve been straight for twenty years. Even… even after that, I still wanna be straight. Don’t hang yourself on my tree!”
“Come here.”
Lin Zhi scooted over, looking all aggrieved.
Song Mian hugged him tight, his voice mild. “You’ve got straight-guy hang-ups? Fine, I’ll hang myself on you.”
Lin Zhi felt a bit down—he didn’t, really! But deep down, he was secretly pleased.
“Carrots suck. I’m not forgiving you.” Lin Zhi was petty.
“You heartless thing,” Song Mian said helplessly.
Lin Zhi clammed up!
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