Gong Ze thought back to his own youth. He had been one of the class’s workhorses. Where would he have had time to date? This world fusion really was unscientific.
Gong Ze caught Sang You’s hand and raised an eyebrow slightly, looking down at the pretty cat-like person. “Do you still remember how we met?”
“Why ask such a strange question?” Sang You thought he was deliberately teasing him and pouted: “We both studied in Teacher He’s training class.”
Gong Ze: “Then what’s your opinion of Qin Chuan?”
“Brother Qin?”
Sang You was stunned, and said casually without any unusual expression: “Brother Qin and I have known each other since childhood, along with the Yan siblings. Our family elders have a good relationship. He’s two years older than me and usually takes care of me a bit. But—wait, you’re not misunderstanding something between me and Brother Qin, are you!”
Sang You’s face suddenly turned red.
His voice also mixed with sweet sugar. Looking at Gong Ze, his round fox eyes flickered with joyful light.
“What’s wrong?” Sang You asked Gong Ze happily. “Are you jealous?”
Gong Ze: “…”
Gong Ze, testing whether the other was the Sang You he knew, took advantage of the situation and smiled: “A little.”
Hearing this, Sang You could not say how sweet it felt inside. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Gong Ze’s waist: “I thought you didn’t care. Usually when I talk and chat with you, your reactions are all faint, like you’re not interested, which made me misunderstand…” The more he spoke, the quieter he became, and his smile fell too.
Gong Ze gave a soft “Hm?” “Misunderstand what?”
Sang You lightly punched his back and looked up glaring at him: “Misunderstand that you don’t like me, misunderstand that I was throwing myself at you unrequitedly, okay!”
Brother Qin had indeed hinted at him, but at that time Sang You was still young and not yet awakened. He only treated Qin Chuan as a brother. Later he was attracted to Gong Ze, and had even less interest in Qin Chuan.
It could only be said that Gong Ze’s seventeen- or eighteen-year-old persona really was popular among peers.
Clearly never seen studying, yet lightly and effortlessly scoring the best. Good at sports too. Mysterious and mature.
Even teachers especially liked him. When chatting with him, their serious expressions all melted, as if conversing with a peer.
His friend was also a handsome guy like him. Apart from his own friend, he was never seen talking to other people in class. He looked very cold and aloof, yet you could also see him smiling at his friend.
His world seemed to have a high wall.
Only people he screened could see his true appearance inside the wall.
It made one’s heart itch, unable to resist wanting to talk to him and become that special existence.
Probably, this was what a class’s popular figure was like.
The tsundere little young master instantly became Gong Ze’s little fanboy. Face red, he opened his peacock display and walked over pretending not to care while caring desperately.
Qin Chuan and the Yan siblings all clearly knew Sang You secretly liked Gong Ze.
The reason Qin Chuan targeted Gong Ze so much was not without the small thought that the prey he had his eye on had been snatched by Gong Ze, feeling he had been outshone by Gong Ze, jealousy and revenge.
In reality, who was comparing themselves to him?
Never mind that in the previous life Gong Ze had not met them. Even if he had, seventeen- or eighteen-year-old Gong Ze would not have bothered with outsiders’ opinions of him.
He knew what he himself was like.
When he was young, he seemed to respect everyone on the surface, but in reality, during Gong Ze’s chuunibyou phase, he was wildly arrogant inside.
He completely treated classmates and adults as NPCs. Relying on his clever brain, it was as if only he himself was alive in the whole world, and everyone else was an aba aba low-IQ bot.
Surface smile, inside sneering that all the world’s people were idiots.
Yet he himself was also a little idiot.
Gong Ze awkwardly: Cough, who doesn’t have an unbearable second-year-of-middle-school edgy phase?
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After hearing Sang You’s words, Gong Ze confirmed that Sang You was also the real one. Relieved, he no longer rejected Sang You’s closeness—what could be done, he had already become a scumbag. This was also his wife.
Just then Sang You suddenly wrinkled his nose, stood on tiptoe, and sniffed near Gong Ze’s chin. “Why do you smell of smoke? Did you smoke?!”
Gong Ze: “…”
Hearing Sang You say this, Gong Ze subconsciously felt a little guilty.
Having stayed in the ABO world for so long, Gong Ze thought he smelled Feng Yuan’s pheromone. Feng Yuan’s pheromone was nicotine-scented. His brain turned twice before he realized Sang You meant cigarette smoke.
“…Mm, smoked one.”
Gong Ze confessed honestly.
Sang You immediately raised his brows and glared at him angrily: “Who let you smoke? Where’s the cigarette pack? Hand it over!”
At this time, when high school and university students dated, there really was this kind of girlfriend managing smoking.
Managing smoking, managing studying.
If the girl studied well and the boy studied poorly, it was even more classic. The girl would wash the boy’s clothes, the boy would brush the girl’s shoes, and some would even hand their living expenses to the girl to manage.
Privately they would secretly call each other wife, husband.
Thinking back as an adult, high school romance actually had a feeling of imitating adults, very green and awkward.
Gong Ze threw himself into the role, lazily pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and placing it in Sang You’s outstretched palm, while pretending to resist: “You even manage smoking? You’re not my mom.”
Seeing that as soon as he spoke, Gong Ze obediently handed over the cigarette pack, Sang You felt sweet inside, the corners of his mouth unable to stop rising. He pretended to glare fiercely at Gong Ze: “I’m not your mom, don’t talk nonsense! If you smoke again next time I won’t forgive you!” He shyly punched Gong Ze twice more.
Oh right.
Casually hitting him a couple of times was also a typical silly-sweet part of school-uniform romance.
Gong Ze curved his eyes and lips, deliberately teasing: “If you’re not my mom, why manage me so much? Want to be my wife?”
“You!” The pretty youth’s cheeks flushed red and he twisted Gong Ze’s arm again. His mouth was stubborn but his heart was honest, and even his voice softened: “Who wants to be your wife? Dream on.”
“Tsk.”
Gong Ze pretended it hurt and sucked in a cold breath. Seeing Sang You at seventeen or eighteen with skin flushed completely red, he could not help laughing.
He pressed his hand on top of Sang You’s head and stroked it.
“Don’t twist. It hurts.”
Sang You: “…”
The slightly cool, slender fingers on top of his head toyed with his forehead hair. The youth’s wrist was thin, and his sleeve carried a faint scent of laundry powder.
His mood seemed to float up onto soft clouds. He could hear his chest thumping, unable to hide intense liking.
Sang You looked at Gong Ze.
The temperature on his cheeks grew hotter and hotter, his head dizzy.
He could not help standing on tiptoe. The arms that had been hugging Gong Ze’s waist moved upward, fingers clutching tight the person with cold brows and eyes and a trace of hidden badness, then he closed his eyes.
Th-this kind of hint was obvious enough, right…
His chest full of little deer crashing, Sang You was so nervous he could barely breathe. His eyelashes trembled rapidly under his eyelids, anticipating the warm touch about to come.
Gong Ze: …
Your mitosis wife number one sends you a kiss invitation. Kiss or not kiss?
Two game options popped into his mind. Gong Ze looked at Sang You, who was tilting his head up sweetly like a flower revealing all its stamens and opening its shy petals, waiting to be picked. He paused, and the hand on the other’s head slid down to cup the side of Sang You’s face, silently conflicted.
Logically speaking.
They were all his wives.
But not long ago he had just kissed Feng Yuan. Now secretly kissing Sang You gave Gong Ze a subtle feeling of violating male virtue and cheating.
And as his hesitation grew longer, Sang You became more and more uneasy. His eyelashes had already secretly opened a slit.
The face covered in shy red also gradually turned white from anticipation.
No way. He had already been this proactive. If Gong Ze refused, wouldn’t it make him look especially like a clown, exploding with embarrassment?!
Teenagers had the thinnest skin.
Gong Ze felt that if he hesitated any longer, Sang You’s self-esteem might be hurt, and he would not be able to resist crying and running away, never paying attention to him again.
If because of this Sang You’s psychological defenses lowered and Qin Chuan, that BYD, tricked him…
Gong Ze: …
Hesitate my ass!
Gong Ze cupped one side of Sang You’s face and earlobe with one hand, pressed the other against his back, and lowered his head…
…
Some people say kissing is sweet, with an electrifying tingling.
Gong Ze wanted to prove that if a kiss was sweet, it should be because the girl’s lips had sweet lipstick, lip gloss, or lip balm. For people like them—gays, two grown men sucking on each other—there was no sweetness.
He only tasted a faint orange flavor in Sang You’s mouth.
Mm, it should be from drinking orange juice.
As for the tingling, that was real.
Being close to someone you like naturally makes hormones and various secretions activate. Add excessive nervousness and an active brain, and a numbing feeling made sense too.
Many people even suffocate on their first kiss.
For example…
Sang You like this.
Gong Ze pulled back, forehead against Sang You’s forehead, watching the pretty boy with glistening lips, wet eyes, unable to recover, clutching the clothes at his chest and having difficulty breathing. The smile in Gong Ze’s eyes widened.
“W-why… even though I breathed through my nose, I still… still couldn’t breathe…”
Sang You complained quietly with a thick nasal tone.
“You’ll get used to it after trying a few more times.”
Gong Ze rubbed the hair at the back of his head and chuckled at his muttering.
And Sang You only heard “try a few more times.”
“Boom!”
Smoke rose from Sang You’s head. Young Master Sang, whose whole body was only tough at the mouth but was actually extremely inexperienced, had his hair practically explode. He widened his eyes and glared at Gong Ze: “You you you… how are you so improper!”
Gong Ze: “?”
“I’m improper?” The eighteen-year-old version of Gong Ze looked at him with a half-smile. “My young master, you let me kiss you and then say I’m improper. Is there anyone who falsely accuses people’s innocence like you?”
“You kissed me! I-I never let you kiss me! Did I say it? Do you have proof?”
“Oh~~~ Young Master Sang cornered someone in the bathroom for a smooch and won’t admit it~~”
“You—”
Smoke rising from his head, Sang You pounded Gong Ze’s chest with bangs. Gong Ze tilted his head back to avoid his fists, smiling as he let himself be hit.
His mouth was still teasing the other.
“Is this what they call being angry from embarrassment?”
“Gong! Ze!”
Sang You roared at him with a red face, his heart both pounding wildly and sweet to the point of shame.
His love for Gong Ze was all expressed through his fists.
As the old saying went: hitting is closeness, scolding is love.
Gong Ze was smiling as he admired his wife’s adorable shy appearance when he suddenly felt a piercing gaze stab into him. Gong Ze inadvertently raised his head and met a pair of bloodshot eyes.
Gong Ze’s smile froze on his face.
Feng Yuan stood at the bathroom doorway, face twisted, eyes red, looking at him and Sang You in his arms. Feng Yuan’s chest heaved violently. He furiously roared at them: “What are you two doing!!”
Gong Ze: …
Fuck, this is bad.
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