So I’m a scumbag.
An hour later, Gong Ze, who for the first time in his life had fallen into such immense confusion, let out this lament.
Time rewound to the appearance of Sang You and Feng Yuan.
Gong Ze widened his eyes, reflecting the two of them, and his ears rang with a “weng.”
The person with a faint, lazy expression turned pale. No one could see that under his clothes, on his arms and neck, goosebumps had erupted, and cold sweat instantly covered his back.
His heartbeat drowned out Gong Ze’s suddenly rapid breathing. The chilling terror made sweat roll down his temples. Gong Ze stared blankly at the two, his mind full of: Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!!
Sang You and Feng Yuan were both reincarnations of his teacher’s soul in other worlds. In essence, they were the same person. And his teacher Ji Xingzhou had already come back.
As everyone knew.
It was impossible for multiple versions of yourself to exist at the same time and moment in the world.
Then!
Gong Ze’s heartbeat was intense yet his breathing difficult as he murmured to himself: How could they possibly appear before my eyes at the same time?
“…”
Were they the same faces but actually different souls? Were the Feng Yuan and Sang You he had seen now different people wearing the faces of old acquaintances?
Or had that fusion caused his teacher’s soul to split, making both Sang You and Feng Yuan appear in this world?
No, wait…
Gong Ze suddenly remembered a very serious problem.
If Feng Yuan and Sang You had both appeared, then what about Lu Youling? One more wouldn’t make a difference either.
Gong Ze: …
The person who felt fucked up forcefully closed his eyes before barely calming down a little.
Don’t panic.
Gong Ze told himself.
Calm down!
Right now there were more important things. What was the relationship between these two and him now?
Now that the world had merged into a dog’s mess that Gong Ze himself did not even recognize, if these two were still the Feng Yuan and Sang You he knew, fragments of his lover’s soul, then the situation Gong Ze faced would be very dramatic.
First, they and his teacher were essentially the same person, all Gong Ze’s lovers.
Even if after the world merged, Feng Yuan and Sang You did not recognize Gong Ze and their relationship with him was very ordinary, Gong Ze could accept it.
But if these two had other lovers in this world—
Gong Ze’s darkened, gentle smiling face: Heh heh.
Then let’s all die together.
First kill the other party’s lover, then kill himself and the other party, then simply become ghosts and kill everyone.
I absolutely will not allow my teacher, my lover, to be with someone else. If it really is like that, then it would be better to just destroy this world along with everything.
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Just as Gong Ze was bubbling with dark mud and sinister thoughts, Feng Xueping suddenly pushed him. “Gong Ze, what are you doing? Sang You is greeting you.”
“What…”
Gong Ze pulled his dark thoughts out of the black mud. He looked up. Sang You, who had arrived later and therefore sat on Qin Chuan’s other side, was unhappily looking at him with gorgeous fox eyes.
Gong Ze was silent for a moment, then slowly said: “Mm… long time no see…”
Only then did Sang You’s expression improve a little, but he was still like a proud, cute cat, humming and muttering: “…Only just noticed me. Don’t know what you were thinking…”
And Qin Chuan beside him, like a good person, smiled and spoke to him: “Of course a study god has nothing to say to the likes of us.”
Then he looked up and saw Gong Ze looking at him.
The gloomy, vicious gaze made Qin Chuan freeze. Then the hair all over his body uncontrollably stood up with a shua!
Qin Chuan, like a frog stared at by a snake, stiffened, motionless, until Gong Ze slowly turned his eyes away. Only then did he suddenly breathe a sigh of relief and discover that a thin layer of sweat had actually formed on his body.
Realizing he had been inexplicably frightened by Gong Ze, Qin Chuan came back to his senses and glared at Gong Ze in shame and anger.
Are you crazy!
What right do you have to intimidate me!
Little did he know that Gong Ze was remembering that in the original world, before Sang You got together with him, Sang You had always secretly liked Qin Chuan.
So what about this world?
They had not already started dating, had they?
Gong Ze was unhappy.
He darkly gave Qin Chuan a look: I’ll kill you.
Qin Chuan was frightened. Having suffered an undeserved disaster, Qin Chuan was furious. Are you sick?!
The gathering, with its familiar faces and completely unfamiliar relationships, made Gong Ze feel irritated and headached, especially since there was no solution unless he could contact the Main God.
The more he thought, the more irritated he became.
He frowned and stood up, his nicotine craving kicking in, wanting to go smoke a cigarette to calm his shock: “I’m going to the bathroom.”
After saying his greeting, Gong Ze left the private room, closing the door to shut out the room full of annoyances.
He stood in front of the door with both hands in his pockets, raised his head, and took a breath. After calming down for a while, he slowly walked toward the front desk outside.
He asked for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, then went to the fire escape and frowned as he slowly smoked.
Not long after, footsteps came from outside the passage, and then a voice sounded beside Gong Ze:
“Didn’t you say you were going to the bathroom? Why are you hiding here smoking a gloomy cigarette with a worried face?”
Gong Ze turned back.
The incomparably familiar person stood there, so familiar that not many days ago he had watched that face grow old and sink into death’s eternal sleep.
Gong Ze let the surging emotions wash over him again and again. Looking at him, he said in a hoarse voice: “Feng Yuan…”
Feng Yuan scoffed, walked into the fire escape, closed the door behind him with a backhand, then without another word grabbed Gong Ze’s collar and kissed him.
Before Gong Ze’s mind could react, his mouth subconsciously began responding to his intense, craving kiss.
Mainly because this routine was too familiar.
His mouth moved before his brain.
Gong Ze: ???
No, was this right?
His eyes slightly constricted. After the surprise, the person between youth and young man hurriedly raised the cigarette in his hand, afraid of burning Feng Yuan, while his other hand subconsciously wrapped around Feng Yuan’s lower back.
As expected of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old body.
A few days ago he had been facing the other’s elderly appearance, and suddenly returning to a young state, Gong Ze was still a little unable to adapt to this enthusiasm.
Gong Ze, who knew everything about Feng Yuan, could quickly make Feng Yuan burn comfortably. Feng Yuan feverishly leaned on Gong Ze, spraying breath, urgently biting Gong Ze’s lips.
But Gong Ze’s heart was still in a state of shock.
Everything relied on years of practiced skill.
But he also understood from Feng Yuan’s and his own unreserved kiss.
His and Feng Yuan’s relationship in this world was not ordinary!
“Fucking hell!”
Suddenly Gong Ze heard Feng Yuan step back, both hands holding his face, panting excitedly while cursing quietly.
“You made me fucking live like a widow for so long, and after finally seeing each other once, what the hell are you spacing out for!”
“Are you going to fuck or not? Playing me?!”
Gong Ze: “…”
The completely unchanged way of speaking and mode of interaction made Gong Ze curve his lips. He quickly threw himself into the role… Who would have thought he would one day act as himself?
He wrapped an arm around Feng Yuan’s waist, slid his hand inside, and pinched the muscular buttock, clearly feeling the body under his palm tense up. Gong Ze chuckled and leaned in to lick Feng Yuan’s lower lip.
Feng Yuan immediately let out a pained: “Fuck…”
The jeans were so tight his body ached.
Feng Yuan stared at Gong Ze with reddened eyes, his hand changing to pull at Gong Ze’s pants.
But Gong Ze caught his wrist. “Wait.”
Feng Yuan: “What the fuck now!”
Gong Ze: “What are we now?”
This question was actually very general. Gong Ze asked it to probe for information; to Feng Yuan it sounded like an intimate topic between lovers.
Feng Yuan glanced speechlessly at the smiling Gong Ze: “What relationship? We hit it off in class, both gay, so we became bed partners and fuck buddies.”
He clicked his tongue unhappily: “I said before I wanted to date, you didn’t agree.”
Hearing this, Gong Ze: … In the previous life it was being kept, in this life it’s bed partners. Is this my fate?
“Hurry up!”
There Feng Yuan, like a crazed rutting lion, urged impatiently: “Damn it, you were gone for months. How long have I been waiting for you? You came back and didn’t come find me, didn’t send me a message. If Jiang Lin’an hadn’t said you came to the gathering, I’m so busy every day, where would I have time to attend some ghost class reunion! I even ran a red light to rush here!”
Gong Ze was still wondering whether his soul really was Feng Yuan. Hearing this, he found it funny and pressed him against the passage wall. He seemed to be smiling, but his eyes were sharply fixed on Feng Yuan’s expression.
“You love me that much, hm? Not finding anyone else for so long and traveling a thousand miles to deliver yourself… heh.”
The fierce Feng Yuan’s ears instantly turned red. He glared at Gong Ze and low-roared: “Bullshit, I’m not… I… tsk! Fuck, are you even able to do it or not? So much nonsense!”
Seeing his ashamed, angry expression, instinct told Gong Ze that he was Feng Yuan.
Absolutely no mistake.
And in his agitation, Gong Ze actually faintly smelled the scent of nicotine pheromones from him!
Damn.
So that meant his teacher—Feng Yuan, Sang You, and also Lu Youling… might have had his soul split into four parts by that fusion!
Gong Ze’s mouth twitched slightly: Heaven, are you playing with me?!
“Gong Ze!”
Seeing Feng Yuan begin to suspect he was being toyed with, and his shame about to explode into anger and turn on him, Gong Ze hurriedly chuckled and soothed him.
“Why so impatient? There are no tools, and this place isn’t suitable either. Someone might come looking for us soon.”
Feng Yuan stared at him suspiciously: “Then what do you want to do?”
Gong Ze smiled slightly and suddenly turned him around, pressing him against the wall, leaning down and pressing #################
Feng Yuan felt the scorching heat against his ear and elsewhere, his throat rolling dryly.
His voice was hoarse as if rubbed by coarse paper.
“Okay…”
Gong Ze curved his lips. Since this was his real wife, there was nothing to fear. Although after the world merged, somehow Feng Yuan had become his bed partner, and clearly the same person had split into four, making it seem like cheating and sneaking around, kissing his wife was only natural.
Gong Ze bit Feng Yuan’s ear.
“Bear with it. Don’t be too loud.”
Two minutes later, faint ambiguous sounds rose in the unmanned dark fire escape…
………
A real man saying “just rubbing” means just rubbing.
When Gong Ze came out, Feng Yuan followed close behind, only his walking posture looked awkward no matter how you looked at it, and his face was red beyond words.
Feng Yuan, half-satisfied and no longer so prickly, let Gong Ze kiss him for a while before Gong Ze released his tongue.
“We’ll finish the rest at the hotel.”
“…Got it. So annoying.”
Feng Yuan muttered unhappily.
Gong Ze smiled and patted his muscular, firm butt. “Go on. You go back first, then I’ll go back.”
And toward his caution, Feng Yuan scoffed disdainfully, but did not talk back much either. He went back to the private room first.
Gong Ze, who had just forced himself to briefly release, went to the bathroom intending to smoke a cigarette to cool down.
But not long after he lit it, Sang You ran over, looking around while quietly, secretly calling: “Gong Ze? Gong Ze, are you there?”
Gong Ze: “…”
After Gong Ze stubbed out the cigarette and walked out of the stall with a complicated expression, Sang You’s eyes lit up.
He awkwardly walked up to Gong Ze, hugged Gong Ze’s hand, pressed it blushing to his own chest, shyly nuzzled it, and in a small voice, as if acting spoiled, complained: “Where did you go? You didn’t come back to the private room either… You’re annoying. Haven’t seen you for so long and you don’t even miss me. And here I think about you every day…”
Gong Ze: “…”
Good news: in this world, the person Sang You secretly liked seemed to have become him.
Bad news: in this world, he seemed to simultaneously have ambiguous relationships with both Feng Yuan and Sang You.
No.
Heaven, are you treating me like a Japanese visual novel protagonist?
One teacher split into four, insisting I cheat and be unfaithful, force-labeling me as a scumbag, right!
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