68 – I’m Not Gay

Chapter 68: I’m Not Gay

He Yu, a straight man from head to toe, had forgotten to remove himself from Xie Qingcheng’s block list.

Even though they met several times after that, he was too preoccupied with holding Xie Qingcheng in his arms each time. It was only after returning home that he belatedly came to his senses. Ah, right. I forgot to delete my name from the block list again.

Honestly, with his hacking skills, he could have simply added his own number to Xie Qingcheng’s contacts.

However, He Yu didn’t put that method into practice. He felt that doing so would strip away the meaning of adding the other person.

Moreover, Xie Qingcheng’s current attitude made him uncomfortable. He had reached a level where he didn’t even bother to swear. He had sex as if he were processing official business or clocking into a company—like someone enduring a power trip—and then ignored him once the act was over.

No, in the first place, he never contacted He Yu directly.

He Yu, who had been so lost in the haze of sex, gradually grew distressed. He had no idea where the old Xie Qingcheng had gone. He wanted to find the Xie Qingcheng who used to nag him and curse at him.

Even if all of that had been a lie or a facade, it would have quenched this thirst.

But Xie Qingcheng was different.

He treated He Yu exactly as he was.

Of course, the problem was that He Yu had plummeted to a state of being someone who wasn’t even in Xie Qingcheng’s sight.

The young man’s heart and desires also lost their sense of fulfillment over time. He thought he had finally gotten a man who would treat him sincerely, but somehow, it didn’t feel that way.

This ambiguous relationship continued for a while.

Eventually, the end of the semester approached, and Professor Xie successfully returned to his position.

Winter was already looming close. About two months had passed since the control tower incident, and as the public outcry over Professor Qin Ciyan’s case gradually died down, the university quietly brought Xie Qingcheng back to the podium. That evening, after finishing his self-study, He Yu slung his backpack over his shoulder, hopped on his newly bought bicycle, and rode through the two campuses under a scattering of snowflakes to reach the entrance of the faculty dormitories at Huzhou Medical University.

It was his first visit to the dormitory since Xie Qingcheng’s reinstatement.

Since he’s back at work, Xie Qingcheng must be in a better mood, He Yu thought. He skipped two or three steps at a time as he headed upstairs. Warm breath puffed out from his mouth. The keys hanging from his finger spun cheerfully.

“Xie Qingcheng.”

The dormitory was quiet. Just then, another professor coming down from the upper floor spotted He Yu.

“Are you here to see Professor Xie?”

The professor scanned He Yu, who was standing in front of unauthorized copyXie Qingcheng’s door. Though the [visit our site]face was unfamiliar, he thought it was impressive to see a student with [Read on Read BL Novels]such academic passion coming all the way to the medical professors’ dorms.

“Try the library. The facilities here are old, so the heating isn’t great in winter. He’s probably preparing his lectures at the library.”

At those words, He Yu immediately turned around.

Though it was just past the start of winter, snowflakes were drifting through the ashen sky. It felt as though this year’s winter in the south would be exceptionally cold and long.

The library’s self-study room was crowded with people. Only after heading straight for a corner seat by the window on the third floor did Professor Xie’s elegant profile come into view. He looked as though he had lost a significant amount of weight recently. Whether it was due to age or a surge in academic passion, he frequently pushed his physical limits to immerse himself in research all night. It was as if there were an endless supply of research materials to process. It was truly strange. How could there be this many papers to handle?

Furthermore, his health was deteriorating. Throughout the time He Yu approached the corner seat, Xie Qingcheng was busy coughing in a low voice.

As the coughing grew worse, Xie Qingcheng opened the tumbler on his desk to pour warm water into the lid, only to realize he had run out of water. Perhaps too lazy to get up, he closed the lid with a dissatisfied expression and picked up his pen to continue writing something in his book.

The pen tip scratched softly against the paper.

A moment later, a disposable cup filled with hot water was placed in front of him.

As soon as he looked up, he met He Yu’s fine, almond-shaped eyes. He Yu, who had fetched the hot water from the library dispenser, pulled out a chair and sat opposite Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng immediately packed his books and laptop with a cold expression, as if trying to avoid him.

He Yu’s hand tapped the laptop.

“Where are you going? There are no other seats left.”

Xie Qingcheng, who had intended to return to the dormitory, quickly changed his mind. No matter how much of a psychopath he was, he probably wouldn’t have an episode in the library. If he went back to the dorm now, wouldn’t he be digging his own grave?

Thinking this, he sat back down with a stern face.

Today, He Yu was wearing a white cashmere sweater, a canvas bag, and a thick scarf. Thanks to this, his sharp jawline and annoying lips were hidden, leaving only his large-dog-like eyes visible. From his appearance alone, he looked no different from the other medical students burning with academic passion. A smooth forehead, black eyebrows, and a straight bridge of the nose. He had a look that naturally drew the eye.

A soft, kind-looking face.

Of course, Xie Qingcheng knew very well that it was a flawless illusion. That guy is insane. He suffers from a curse-like illness that clings deep within his bones and cannot be removed.

He even has episodes directed at me.

“Xie Qingcheng, I’ve been wondering since last time.”

As if he couldn’t feel Xie Qingcheng’s emotions toward him, He Yu sat leisurely in front of him, twirling a pen as he asked.

“Why the glasses?”

“I’ve seen too many disgusting things, so I went blind.”

Despite the blatant snub, He Yu smiled nonchalantly.

“Nearsightedness? What’s your prescription?”

Xie Qingcheng ignored him and kept his head down, continuing his notes.

Right then, the young man’s hand suddenly reached out in front of his face. He Yu took the glasses perched on the bridge of Xie Qingcheng’s nose and held them up to his own eyes.

“Wow, it’s dizzy. This is pretty serious. Your vision used to be good.”

Xie Qingcheng snatched the glasses back and put them on, replying, “It has nothing to do with you.”

Of course, He Yu knew that Xie Qingcheng was overworking his eyes.

He had to read many books a day. Medical texts with complex and profound content printed in tiny letters. A normal person would likely fall asleep before even finishing three lines.

He Yu couldn’t understand why an exceptional talent holding a professorship at such a young age had to immerse himself in research with such urgency. Others might think Xie Qingcheng was naturally interested in medicine, but as far as He Yu knew, Xie Qingcheng’s dream wasn’t to devote himself to the medical field.

At the very least, he wasn’t someone obsessed with medicine.

If that were the case, then perhaps…

“Do you like lecturing that much?”

Xie Qingcheng didn’t even lift his head.

“I like money.”

He spoke while listing formulas with the tip of his pen. Thinking it was better to look at formulas than at He Yu, he treated He Yu as complete air after his short reply.

Since silence was the rule in the library, He Yu couldn’t chatter with Xie Qingcheng the whole time. When the medical students studying day and night gave him subtle glares, he shut his mouth. Instead, he pulled out Saving the Cat from his bag and flipped through it, reflecting on why a perfectly normal Huzhou Arts University student was wasting time in a grim medical school library.

Then, as he looked up, the phone sitting next to Xie Qingcheng caught the edge of his vision.

He stole a glance at Xie Qingcheng and took the phone. Unfortunately, Xie Qingcheng, who was fully concentrated on his lecture prep, didn’t notice at all that He Yu had taken his phone.

I wonder if he wouldn’t notice if I kissed him right now? A useless thought crossed his mind.

His hands were itching, but there were too many eyes. He wasn’t stupid enough to cause a scene in a library full of students, so he extinguished the faint flame of desire.

Instead, he took Xie Qingcheng’s phone and unlocked it.

This time, he intended to add his contact to the messenger himself.

The password was a ridiculously simple ‘12345’. Once the screen turned on, He Yu scanned his own QR code with the messenger app to add himself as a friend.

Even after doing this, Xie Qingcheng still showed no reaction, which left He Yu slightly disappointed.

He wanted Xie Qingcheng to get annoyed with him. He didn’t want to be ignored even when he was right in front of him.

So, after some thought, he edited his own name saved in Xie Qingcheng’s messenger app.

[Experienced, Great Technique, Handsome Man]

Save.

After saving, he pressed back and saw that his name wasn’t visible in the address book. Based on the order, he was even behind Chen Man. Frustrated, He Yu quickly changed the name.

[Ah, Experienced, Great Technique, Handsome Man]

By adding a capital ‘A’ at the front, his name was placed at the very top of the address book, just as he wanted.

Having finished the task, He Yu took out his own phone and sent Xie Qingcheng an emoticon he had made when he was bored—one that could only be described as crazy. It was an emoticon that synthesized a photo of Xie Qingcheng’s sleeping face taken at the club last time with a selfie of himself in bed.

To He Yu, it was a harmonious and cool emoticon. On top of the photo were [stolen content]translucent jellyfish special effects and unauthorized copya stale phrase written in a formal font: ‘Good Morning’.

Ding-dong.

Coming back to his senses at the messenger notification, Xie Qingcheng saw his phone in He Yu’s hand and snatched it back with a stern face.

“What did you do with my phone?”

He Yu obediently handed the phone over. As he shifted his gaze, he saw Xie Qingcheng’s face turn pale upon seeing the nickname and emoticon in the chat window. It was the moment his long-awaited wish was granted. Xie Qingcheng couldn’t hide his shock at the brilliantly Photoshopped emoticon and the even more brilliant nickname.

“He Yu!”

A harsh tone naturally burst out.

He Yu felt great at that reaction.

“Professor, we’re in the library. Please do your work quietly. I’ll mute my phone and play a game too.”

Then, despite Xie Qingcheng’s murderous glare, he nonchalantly held up his phone and began killing zombies in a game.

With an expression as hard as iron, Xie Qingcheng deleted the stupid emoticon, then abruptly stood up and packed his things.

He Yu’s long leg lightly nudged him under the desk.

“Where are you going? Please sit back down.”

Xie Qingcheng didn’t answer.

Then He Yu added in a voice that had become incredibly sweet, “Or should we go home?”

Xie Qingcheng, who was on the verge of exploding, weighed the pros and cons and grit his teeth as he sat back down. Of course, he wasn’t in the mood to read a major textbook. He slammed his laptop shut and turned his head to look out the window.

The first snow fluttering like cotton fluff. Beautiful like He Yu, but a presence that bit into the skin.

He Yu focused on his mobile game as if he had never attempted to interfere.

Just as he finished two rounds of the game and was about to speak to Xie Qingcheng, two female students hesitantly approached the desk. They weren’t students coming to ask the professor questions about the lecture.

“Um, excuse me, are you by any chance student He Yu?”

“Yes, I am.”

As they made eye contact, the two female students turned red like cooked shrimp.

“That… I saw the campus drama The White-Tailed Life recently, and you were Read on Read BL Novelsso handsome that it left a deep [Read on Read BL Novels]impression. If it’s okay…”

“Could you give us an autograph?”

“I want one on the back of this notebook.”

“I’ll take mine on my eco-bag…”

After a brief pause, He Yu smiled and glanced sideways at Xie Qingcheng.

“—Professor Xie. May I borrow a pen?”

“I have a pen too!”

“Me too! A ballpoint? Or a felt-tip?”

However, He Yu looked only at Xie Qingcheng, pulling his thin lips into a smile. It was a naturally haughty yet kind smile.

“I want to use a fountain pen.”

How many people used fountain pens these days?

Of course, Xie Qingcheng carried one.

The two female students weren’t Xie Qingcheng’s students, but he was a professor who was quite famous in the medical school. The students who recognized him hesitantly spoke up.

“Professor Xie. Um, if it’s okay…”

“Could we borrow your fountain pen?”

The braver student took over her friend’s words and asked instead.

Xie Qingcheng and He Yu’s gazes met silently. He wanted to refuse, but feeling that it might lead to more troublesome matters, Xie Qingcheng said coldly, “Fine. Here.”

“Thank you, thank you!”

The student, jumping with joy, held Professor Xie’s fountain pen with both hands and handed it to He Yu.

Seeing Xie Qingcheng’s lifeless reaction, He Yu’s smile faded slightly. Wanting to provoke Xie Qingcheng, He Yu took the fountain pen and gazed at him with a suggestive look.

“Professor, sorry, but could you dip it in the ink for me? I don’t want it to run out in the middle, so please give it plenty.”

“…”

He’ll refuse this time, He Yu thought.

But contrary to his expectation, Xie Qingcheng glared at him with a cold face, then without any expression, opened the ink bottle, dipped the fountain pen in blue ink, and handed it over.

“Here.”

“…”

He Yu’s breath caught at the indifferent attitude that completely ignored him.

The smile vanished entirely from the young man’s face. As He Yu took the fountain pen, his fingers brushed against Xie Qingcheng’s, almost touching.

“Thank you.”

The two female students held the items with He Yu’s signature as if they had obtained precious treasures. Then, unable to hide their excitement, they exchanged looks and mustered their courage once more.

“Um—.”

“Can we add you on messenger?”

Though he didn’t care about the conversation between the three of them, Xie Qingcheng was still human and heard everything.

A contact request was a trivial favor. He thought He Yu, who was bundled in hypocrisy, would visit our sitesurely nod. But [visit our site]contrary to Xie Qingcheng’s expectation, He Yu politely declined the female students.

The girls seemed a bit depressed for a moment, but their expressions quickly cleared upon looking at the signatures in their arms.

The two thanked He Yu and happily left.

Without lifting his head, scribbling on his paper, Xie Qingcheng asked, “Why did you refuse to add them on messenger?”

The dry remark snapped He Yu back to attention. Like a baby dragon regaining its energy, an invisible tail wagged behind He Yu’s back.

“Why should I add them?”

“You like that kind of thing.”

“You only know one side of the story.”

After a short silence, He Yu added, “Lately, I only add people who make me happy.”

To that, Xie Qingcheng said indifferently, “Then why don’t you just delete my contact?”

He Yu stared at him for a moment, then, right in front of his eyes, he turned on his phone and opened the messenger app—.

Under Xie Qingcheng’s watchful gaze, he pinned Xie Qingcheng’s chat to the top.

“…”

Actually, come to think of it, it was an essential process.

Because contacting Xie Qingcheng had now become his hobby.

Of course, since Xie Qingcheng mostly ignored him, there wasn’t much conversation. Frustrated and distressed, whenever He Yu met Xie Qingcheng privately, he never failed to engage in sex to ‘solve the problem.’

Unfortunately, however, the fact that Xie Qingcheng had sexual frigidity remained unchanged.

Xie Qingcheng didn’t even need to solve the problem. He was merely the role of the one being unilaterally acted upon by this young brat.

Even if he was ignored by Xie Qingcheng below the bed, the method was to overflow above the bed. With a brain as smart as the top student in school, He Yu learned every possible technique. His stamina was so great that sometimes Xie Qingcheng even felt his life was in danger.

Such an absurd situation was a first in Xie Qingcheng’s life.

He’s a virgin who just started walking, so he might be frustrated. He understood it intellectually, but since he himself had a low libido, he couldn’t empathize. Once, unable to contain his bewilderment, he had searched the internet alone.

Curious about the average for young men these days, he clicked on a discussion post.

He wondered how much sex would be necessary for both He Yu and himself to be moderately satisfied.

However, the content on the monitor shattered Xie Qingcheng’s mental state.

[Men in their twenties do it at least three times, at most five times a week.]

[The ones with high drives seem to do it about eight times every ten days.]

[If you don’t go wild at this age, when will you? My girlfriend and I think once a day is too little.]

Even the reply from an Oriental medical doctor, who was among the most polite, hit Xie Qingcheng’s back of the head leisurely.

[Based on a twenty-year-old male, if they are already in a relationship, sexual intercourse is needed about twice a week.]

Xie Qingcheng, who hadn’t intended to avoid He Yu on purpose, eventually began to avoid him after that.

Claiming he was busy with work, he avoided He Yu openly. Sometimes, he didn’t give He Yu a chance to meet alone for nearly six days.

The young man, who gained neither psychological comfort nor physiological satisfaction, acted retaliatorily whenever he caught an opportunity. As if nothing else was needed between the two except sex, he held onto Xie Qingcheng and wouldn’t let go until Xie Qingcheng fainted from exhaustion.

After pinning Xie Qingcheng to the top of his chat list at the library, He Yu seemed to be moved every time he opened the messenger app, often calling Xie Qingcheng via voice call in the middle of the night.

Sometimes he would chatter away, and other times he would be completely silent. unauthorized copyDuring those silences, only [unauthorized copy]the sound of [unauthorized copy]low, faint breathing echoed through the phone speaker.

Teacher, don’t you think I’m having another seizure?

“…….”

I’m suffering so much.

“…….”

Teacher, can’t you check my symptoms?

Xie Qingcheng, who had been sitting at his desk all night organizing materials, snapped back in irritation.

“Homosexuality isn’t a disease, so stop telling me about it.”

The breath on the other end of the line quietly cooled. After a long while, He Yu spoke.

Xie Qingcheng, I’m not gay. That’s why I’m telling you, Teacher.

“Even a gay person wouldn’t do what you’re doing.”

Let’s video call. Show me your face.

“It’s 2 AM Beijing time right now.”

After a brief silence, the other party replied in a voice thick with heat.

I’m staying awake because I want to do it with you at 2 AM Beijing time.

“…….”

Xie Qingcheng, can I come to your dorm now? I’m dying of frustration.

Xie Qingcheng recalled the posts he had seen online and checked the date on his phone. Hadn’t they said that twenty-year-old guys with sexual partners usually do it at least twice a week?

Yet, it had been nearly ten days since He Yu had been able to meet him alone.

He must be driven crazy with frustration.

Perfect. Let him just go crazy. If he loses his mind, maybe this nuisance will finally be solved.

Thinking this, Xie Qingcheng replied.

“If you’re that desperate, [Read on Read BL Novels]why don’t you just get a girlfriend? [stolen content]Or a boyfriend…”

Before he could even finish his sentence, a notification popped up on his phone.

A blurry, dark screen. Looking at the photo, it was unexpectedly the men’s dormitory at Huzhou University. And a single bed partitioned off by curtains.

Because the surroundings were so dark, it was impossible to tell what exactly was being photographed. However, the moment he looked closer at the screen, Xie Qingcheng flinched as if he had been stung by a bee.

Soon, the screen shook, and as the camera moved upward, He Yu’s eyes appeared.

Eyes that were damp, hot, and yet gloomy.

Though quite surprised, Xie Qingcheng quickly regained his composure as he always did. After a moment of silence, he tossed out a remark.

“Why don’t you use your hacking skills for something more valuable.”

A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold.

But would that actually be valuable or not?

Sighing, Xie Qingcheng rubbed his forehead with a tired hand.

“Fuck, talking about spring my ass.”

He flipped his phone face-down on a thick file of medical materials and walked into the bathroom. Of course, he didn’t know that this humanly irritated curse had actually put He Yu’s mind slightly at ease.

Snowflakes fluttered sparsely from the sky, and before long, the end of the semester arrived along with the end of the year.

Unlike the freshmen who were still in the middle of finals, the seniors, whose exams had already ended, packed their bags and headed home one after another, dragging their suitcases.

Among the vehicles that had come to pick up their children before the break, one military jeep stood out.

A magnificent car and license plate. Above all, the officer standing beside it boasted a handsome appearance.

Dressed in a military uniform and combat boots, wearing sunglasses. Beneath a high bridge of the nose, smooth lips were curved in a very fresh smile.

He exuded an aura that was rigid yet somehow malicious.

“Holy shit.”

A passing student said, looking back.

“He’s damn hot. Whose car is that? Whose family member is he?”