56 – That Person Never Copied Me
Chapter 56: That Person, I Never Copied
At the time, He Yu was a middle school student. This is a period when adolescents face new changes every day. It was a time when even one’s skeletal frame sprouted fresh and green.
He Yu grew day by day. In contrast to his towering height, his voice dropped vertically. He could no longer wear the clothes he used to, and the new school uniforms he bought would become a hand-span shorter after half a semester. Because of this, he always walked around with about two shirt buttons loosely undone. He also chose shoes two sizes too large.
Along with the physical changes, the flow of his human relationships shifted as well.
Suddenly, the number of chattering girls around He Yu increased. Whenever he approached, they would collectively shut their mouths, only to burst into bright, girlish laughter after he passed by.
Colorful envelopes began to appear in his desk drawer, neatly organized alongside his textbooks. Heart-patterned stationery contained cringeworthy lines that made He Yu feel bored.
To make matters worse, there were times when female students whose faces he didn’t even know would corner him at the entrance of the school building’s stairs. When a girl handed him a gift with a fluttering face, He Yu would smile kindly and reject the confession with appropriate consolation so as not to hurt the other person’s feelings.
Every time this happened, He Yu found it a headache.
He Yu admitted that he was even more hypocritical than Wei Dongheng, who was a few years older. Wei Dongheng was also a popular senior at school like He Yu, but whenever girls confessed to him, he would roll his eyes and reject them with an arrogant face, as if saying, “Do you really think someone like you is a match for me?”
In contrast, He Yu perfectly maintained his reputation.
No matter what anyone said, he was Read on Read BL Novelsthe brilliant top student of the entire school, beloved by all the teachers.
Wei Dongheng, on the other hand, was merely handsome; he was a fool, a fact publicly acknowledged by everyone.
He Yu, who repeatedly gave dry rejections, had to waste time consoliting the girls. Consequently, irritation welled up inside him. Despite all these girls showing interest in him, he never received a love letter from Xie Xue.
That’s right. In truth, as soon as puberty hit, He Yu had solidified his feelings for Xie Xue.
He found it particularly impossible to take his eyes off Xie Xue. Though he didn’t show it, he watched her every move. Whenever Xie Xue talked about a male celebrity she liked, he listened patiently and looked for commonalities in her ideal type.
After racking his brain with his genius IQ, He Yu reached a conclusion that was hard for him to accept even in his own mind.
Xie Xue had what was known as a “brother complex.” It made sense, as the men Xie Xue acknowledged shared certain traits with Xie Qingcheng.
From actors to singers, they exuded an aura of being haughty, cold, and free-spirited. A glimpse of Xie Qingcheng’s vibe could be seen in every one of them.
Of course, having a brother complex didn’t mean she wanted to date her brother. Xie Xue thought her brother was a severe “kkondae” with many flaws. Yet, at the same time, she respected Xie Qingcheng deeply in her heart and believed that a man similar to her brother was the most trustworthy.
Perhaps it was an unconscious influence, as Xie Xue herself wasn’t aware of it.
However, she always said things unconsciously:
“Wow, this actor is so warm. The way he cooks is just like my brother.”
Or.
“Hey, that actor is cool. My brother knows how to play basketball, too.”
Sometimes she even said:
“No, why did that actor grow his hair so long? My brother said a man should be manly. Does that guy have no masculinity…?”
He Yu, who overflowed with pride in his own appearance and dignity, couldn’t understand what was so great about a stuffy old man like Xie Qingcheng. So, at first, he tried to deny reality and correct Xie Xue’s ideal type.
But whether He Yu was a neat model student or an arrogant delinquent, Xie Xue gave no interest to anyone whose vibe differed from Xie Qingcheng’s.
“Don’t leave your shirt buttons open; dress like a student.”
She would say things like that.
“How about autumn trousers? The gym shorts the school gives are too casual and don’t suit you.”
Then, Xie Xue pulled out an old photo of her brother from his middle school days and pointed to the tall boy in the far corner, saying seriously:
“Look at this. This style is so cool.”
The Xie Qingcheng in the photo was very young and handsome, but in He Yu’s eyes, it was excessive. Who in the world wears a school uniform top and bottom together? And so crisply laundered at that? He looked as if he were about to enter a hospital’s intensive care unit to be sterilized from head to toe. Even though it was an old photo, the cleanliness of that shirt felt vivid.
Furthermore, his long, slender legs were tightly wrapped in trousers. While all the other students in the photo were wearing summer gym shorts, Xie Qingcheng alone wore autumn trousers with an indifferent expression.
Is he sane?
What’s cool about this?
Despite He Yu’s reaction, Xie Xue stuck to her opinion until the end.
“It’s cool! Look at his hairstyle and clothes back then. Wow, really. His looks are different, but doesn’t his vibe resemble the boss’s son played by Andy Lau in
Xie Xue, who was deeply obsessed with
“Ha, the genes in my family are truly wonderful. My brother is really handsome.”
He Yu glared at the handsome boy in the photo and flipped the frame over with a stern face.
“He’s not handsome at all.”
A moment later, feeling frustrated, He Yu flipped the frame back and looked at it a few [Read on Read BL Novels]more times before adding coldly:
“He’s ugly.”
This time, he missed the chance to knock the frame over. Xie Xue snatched the frame from He Yu’s hand and shouted indignantly:
“My goodness! You’re just jealous because I’m pretty, aren’t you? Are you jealous because my brother is handsome?”
“….”
This woman, seriously. Even if he were jealous that Xie Qingcheng was handsome, why would he be jealous of her…? No. He wasn’t even jealous that Xie Qingcheng was handsome.
I’m this handsome, and half the girls in school shove chocolates and love letters at me, so why would I be jealous of some old man?
I don’t give a damn what Xie Qingcheng looks like.
However, that day, after seeing Xie Xue to the front gate and coming back inside, He Yu sat at his desk clutching his bruised pride and fiddled with his phone. His eyes flickered along with the screen light turning on and off. When the screen lit up, his eyes were washed in white. Soon after, the face of a boy who looked quite masculine was reflected in the darkened screen.
After looking at himself in the screen for a moment, He Yu rolled his eyes and muttered a curse. Then, he unlocked the screen again and typed a search term with a frustrated heart.
The six characters: ‘Infernal Affairs Andy Lau’.
Soon, a white finger pressed the search button.
On a humid and hot afternoon, white, firm legs shook beneath the desk between the school gym shorts. He Yu stared with indifferent eyes at the cool gangster boss in the movie still. He Yu’s expression grew increasingly grim, as if the actor owed him a hundred million won.
“What’s so great about this vibe…”
He muttered with a pout.
“You like this? This is handsome? …It’s totally mediocre.”
The next morning. Xie Qingcheng, who was staying at He Yu’s house for a while due to some business, was yawning as he came out of the guest room and almost bumped into He Yu’s nose.
Startled, he glared at He Yu with eyes that hadn’t yet shaken off the sleep.
“Kid. What are you doing?”
To be honest, He Yu was not in a position to be called a “kid” by Xie Qingcheng at that time.
Entering puberty, He Yu had grown frighteningly fast. Xie Qingcheng, who was used to looking down on things, now had to get used to looking up at a kid more than ten years younger than him. If the kid grew any more, he might soon have to learn how to tilt his head back and look up entirely. Perhaps that was why, around this time, Xie Qingcheng was not particularly kind to He Yu.
Sometimes, when He Yu called him, he would habitually tilt his head and look down.
What entered his field of vision were school gym shorts, long legs, visit our siteand He Yu’s feet wearing 270mm sneakers.
But that day was a bit of an exception.
What entered Xie Qingcheng’s vision that day were not school gym shorts, but neatly ironed spring/autumn dress trousers.
He stood dazed for a moment before moving his gaze upward.
What was all this? He didn’t know what wrong medicine He Yu had taken, but He Yu was wearing a shirt that was not just clean, but shining white. He had even meticulously fastened the buttons to the very top and changed his hairstyle. Usually, he covered his forehead with bangs, but now he boasted a refreshing style that revealed his eyebrows.
It felt strangely familiar.
He couldn’t for the life of him remember who he looked like.
“…Did you change your style?”
He Yu remained silent for a long time with a stern face and a pout. Then, with a dark complexion as if he had drunk poison, he abruptly asked:
“How do I look?”
Without knowing the reason, Xie Qingcheng scrutinized He Yu thoroughly from head to toe.
“Not bad. Much better than before.”
“…Hmm.”
“I feel like I’ve seen this somewhere.”
“…Ha!”
At those words, He Yu glared with wide eyes and walked away haughtily. Xie Qingcheng rubbed his sleep-laden face and muttered:
“Is that kid crazy? What’s wrong with him…”
Of course, He Yu’s attire that day received lavish praise from Xie Xue.
“Wow! You’re really cool! You look way cooler today!”
While cheering inwardly, He Yu spoke with a feigned indifference.
“It’s just ordinary. My hair was a bit long, so I asked Tony to give me a rough cut.”
“No, seriously, it’s incredibly cool!”
With a pleased feeling, He Yu stiffened his expression into a more haughty one.
Thus, from that day forward, this boy began to study the attire and atmosphere of the “kkondae” old man named Xie Qingcheng. While clicking his tongue in disgust, he stubbornly approached this man.
Then one day, as Xie Qingcheng rolled up his sleeves to wash his hands, the inside of his left wrist caught He Yu’s eye. It was a small, thin lettering tattoo, like a bracelet.
At the time, He Yu thought to himself: Xie Qingcheng has a tattoo? Could he have been a delinquent when he was young, like the gangsters in
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