I'm not gay

Thoroughly heterosexual forgot to put himself off Xie Qingcheng's number blacklist again.

He then met Xie Qingcheng many times, each time just want to pester Xie Qingcheng to hug him more, each time is back to the home and then suddenly remembered - oops, forgot to add back to the WeChat again.

In fact, He Yu could have just added Xie Qingcheng back to his address book using black technology.

But he didn't do that because he felt it would defeat the purpose of adding the other side.

And Xie Qingcheng's attitude towards him now makes him a bit uncomfortable, he rarely even scolds him anymore, he just sleeps with him as if he's doing business, like going to work, like dealing with the client, and then just ignores him.

Or, rather, seldom cares about him.

He Yu is initially obsessed with sex, but gradually he feels a little hard to bear. He wonders where the old Xie Qingcheng has gone, and he wants to dig out of his body some shadows of the old Xie Qingcheng who used to control him and scold him.

Even if it's a lie, it's a way to quench his thirst.

But Xie Qingcheng didn't.

Xie Qingcheng doesn't lie to He Yu anymore.

But in Xie Qingcheng's eyes, there was no more He Yu.

The teenager's heart and desires grew both unfulfilled, and he seemed to have a man who treated him truthfully, but then again, he didn't.

This relationship was muddled for some time.

At the end of the semester, Professor Shea was reinstated.

At this time winter has come, the matter of the broadcasting tower has been over for more than two months, Qin Ciyan's fiasco is gradually over, and the school has quietly invited Xie Qingcheng back to the podium, He Yu carried his backpack and rode his newly purchased bicycle through the two colleges in the light snow after one night of self-study, and came to the door of the dormitory of the staff of the University of Medicine and Science.

This was the first time He Yu went to see him after Xie Qingcheng's reinstatement.

Reinstatement was a good thing, and He Yu thought that Xie Qingcheng might be in a better mood, too. He took three steps up the stairs, exhaling hot air under his breath, the key twirling briskly between his fingers.

"Xie Qingcheng."

Xie Qingcheng is not here, but a female teacher happened to come down from upstairs.

"You're looking for Professor Xie?" The female teacher surveyed He Yu standing in front of Xie Qingcheng's door, treating him as if he were a schoolboy from her school who sought truth and goodness, Cheng Men Li Xue.

She said, "Go look in the library, the air conditioning in this shitty dorm doesn't heat up too well in the winter, he's probably in the library preparing for class."

He Yu went.

In fact, it is only the beginning of winter at this time, but the leaden gray sky has already drifted snow, and this year's winter in Jiangnan is extraordinarily cold and long.

The study room is very crowded, he has been to find the third floor by the window of a remote location, only to see Professor Xie Qingjun side shadow. He had recently lost some weight, perhaps because of his age and lack of exercise, and he always stayed up late to do research, as if he had an endless amount of research to do. It's strange, how come he has so many papers to write, do and organize?

And now Xie Qingcheng's health is getting worse and worse, He Yu walked over far away and saw that he had been coughing gently.

There is a thermos cup on the desk, Xie Qingcheng coughing badly, want to pour himself a lid of warm water, but tilted the cup only to realize that the water is gone, and he was too lazy to get up, so he was not too happy to put the cup on the lid, pick up the pen to continue to write something in the book.

The tip of the pen rustled across the page.

But then he paused a moment later - there was a disposable cup loaded with hot water, resting in front of him.

He looked up and bumped into He Yu's almond eyes; the boy had just fetched him water from the side of the library's water fountain before pulling up a chair and sitting down across from him.

Xie Qingcheng looked cold, packed up his books and notebooks and prepared to leave.

Instead, the laptop is snapped shut by He Yu.

"Where are you going? There are no seats anywhere else."

Xie Qingcheng originally wanted to go back to the dormitory, but on second thought, in the library this psychopath is not crazy, if you go back is not a self-inflicted trap?

Just sat down again with a sullen face.

He Yu today wore a white cashmere winter coat, carrying a one-shoulder canvas school bag, wrapped in a wide warm scarf, the harsh lines of his jaw and thin, somewhat gangly lips were hidden, only revealing a pair of canine-like almond eyes. He looks no different from those knowledgeable schoolboys in the medical university, because of his wide forehead, dark eyebrows and straight nose, even looks more pleasing to the eye.

It's very gentle.

Only Xie Qingcheng knew that it was a complete illusion. This person is sick, a gangrene that can't be removed.

And mad at himself.

"Xie Qingcheng, I wanted to ask you last time." He Yu was oblivious to the fact that he was being hated, sitting in front of Xie Qingcheng as if he was at ease, playing with Xie Qingcheng's pen, "Why are you wearing glasses?"

"Naturally, it's because I've seen too many disgusting things and I'm blind."

He Yu was not surprised and smiled, "How many degrees of myopia?"

Xie Qingcheng ignored him and lowered his head to mind his own writing.

Unexpectedly the youth's hand came up and removed his glasses from the bridge of his nose, gesturing them in front of his eyes.

"So dizzy. What's with all the power, you used to have pretty good eyesight."

Xie Qingcheng took his glasses back in his hand, pushed them up against his face, and said, "What's this got to do with you."

But Xie Qingcheng's use of his eyes is too uncontrolled, He Yu knows.

He reads many large books a day, books that are often so fly-on-the-wall, so obscure and difficult that a normal person could read no more than three lines before meeting with the week.

He Yu doesn't understand why Xie Qingcheng, who is one of the best in his field at such a young age, has to work so hard on his research. While others might think that Xie Qingcheng was born with a natural interest in medicine and would die if he didn't learn, He Yu knows that Xie Qingcheng's original dream was not to join the apricot grove.

He's not supposed to be that obsessed with medicine.

Then it might be ......

"Do you enjoy teaching?"

Xie Qingcheng didn't raise his head, "I like money."

He was making a list of formulas, which he probably thought were much better than He Yu, and after that he was going to completely ignore He Yu.

The library demanded silence, and He Yu couldn't talk to Xie Qingcheng all the time, saving the surrounding medical students who were studying at night with lights on, so he stopped talking. He took a copy of "Save the Cat" from his book bag, flipping through it in boredom while reflecting on why he, a student of the art school of HU, had to come to the strict atmosphere of the library of the medical university to waste his time.

He raised his eyes, then caught a glimpse of Xie Qingcheng's cell phone that he had put aside.

He had been observing Xie Qingcheng's reaction when he brought his cell phone over, but unfortunately, Xie Qingcheng was so engrossed in writing his lesson plan that he didn't even notice that He Yu had taken his communication tool.

He Yu inexplicably wondered if he wouldn't notice even if he kissed him at this time.

As he thought this, he became a little foolish inside, but he didn't have the nerve to come out into the open because he was surrounded by students, so he snuffed out the faint flame.

He took Xie Qingcheng's cell phone and unlocked it.

This time he remembered to tweet it in person.

The password was simple, nothing more than 12345, and once the screen was turned on, He Yu took his WeChat and scanned his QR code to add himself back.

After all this, he realized that Xie Qingcheng was still unresponsive and was slightly disappointed.

He really wants to make Xie Qingcheng angry with him, so that Xie Qingcheng is not so visible.

So he thought about it and changed his note on Xie Qingcheng's cell phone, "Experienced skilled and handsome man."

Save.

He exited and looked at it, thinking that he wasn't the first in the address book, and was even behind Chen Man, so he thought about it and fixed the note again.

"Ah, experienced skilled and handsome man."

A hit the head, as expected first place.

After all this, he took his cell phone and sent Xie Qingcheng an emoticon he made himself when he was bored, and that emoticon was also quite brilliant, it was a selfie he took of Xie Qingcheng's sleeping face in the clubhouse and a selfie of himself leaning on a pillow and put it together.

He thought it was a pretty nice and harmonious image, and added some floating translucent jellyfish effects to it, plus the earthy text Good Morning.

"Ding dong."

The sound of the message brought Xie Qingcheng back to his senses, realizing that the phone was in He Yu's hand, he grabbed it with a sullen face, "What are you doing?"

He Yu did not say anything, let him take the phone away from his hands, looked askance at him, and finally got his wish to see Xie Qingcheng's face turn from white to green after seeing the notes and emoticons. Although Xie Qingcheng has already seen the photo, but now see such a stupid photo p picture emoticon package, as well as such a stupid note, or shocked to.

"He Yu!"

Fierce tone.

He Yu was very happy, "Professor pay attention to the occasion, you concentrate on reading. I'll play with my cell phone in silence."

Then, under Xie Qingcheng's ruthless gaze, he calmly picked up his cell phone and turned it across to hit the zombies.

Xie Qingcheng face like a sinking iron, deleted this stupid emoticon, abruptly got up, packing books ready to go.

He Yu's long legs gently touched him under the table, "Where are you going? Sit down."

Xie Qingcheng ignored him.

He Yu was even gentler, harmonizing his voice with a few words, "Or do you want to go home."

Xie Qingcheng looked like he was not far from breaking out, but he finally weighed the pros and cons, clenched his back teeth, and sat down again. But he was not in much of a mood to read, and closed the notebook heavily, turning his head to look out the window.

The first snow is like a flurry of flakes, which is beautiful, but like He Yu, it is a beautiful but bone-chilling thing.

He Yu just minded his own business and played the game.

After two rounds, I was about to chat with Xie Qingcheng some more, when suddenly two girls from the medical university hesitantly approached their table, but they didn't come for the professor to ask questions, but--

"Excuse me, are you He Yu?"

"What's wrong?"

Meeting his gaze, the two girls immediately blushed like boiled shrimp.

"We ...... we watched the school play "A Hundred Sick Boys" earlier and thought you were so handsome, we wanted to ask you if we could ......"

"Can we both get an autograph."

"Is it okay to just be in my book?"

"I'd like to sign the book bag on ......"

He Yu paused for a moment, and finally he looked at Xie Qingcheng with a smile, "--Professor Xie, would you lend me a pen?"

"I have a pen I have a pen!"

"I've got one too! Do you want a ballpoint pen or a water pen?"

He Yu, however, only squinted at Xie Qingcheng, his thin lips topped with a smile, naturally a little smug, but also naturally with some tenderness: "I want a fountain pen."

Few people carry pens these days.

But Xie Qingcheng has one on hand.

The two girls were not Xie Qingcheng's students, but Xie Qingcheng was also considered a well-known figure in the medical university, so they recognized them and spoke hesitantly, "Professor Xie, can you ......"

"Borrow, borrow your pen?" The other, bolder one followed her companion in putting the word out.

Xie Qingcheng and He Yu's eyes met silently, Xie Qingcheng just wanted to say that he couldn't, but then he felt that it would be a lot more nonsense with He Yu instead, so he coldly said:

"...... can. Take it."

"Thanks! Thank you!" The girl leapt forward and held up his old man's signing pen, handing it attentively to He Yu.

He Yu saw that Xie Qingcheng did not have the warmth of a living person again, his smile narrowed a bit, he was intent on provoking him, so he took the pen, but then handed it to Xie Qingcheng with a deep look: "Professor Xie, can you dip some ink for me? More, don't be too dry."

"......"

He thought Xie Qingcheng should have refused this time.

Xie Qingcheng glanced at him with a cold face and without any expression unscrewed the ink bottle, drew some blue ink and threw it to He Yu: "Take it."

"......" He was indifferent, he didn't care, and He Yu's heart clogged up.

The teenager didn't smile at all anymore and took it, his fingers touching the edge of Xie Qingcheng's fingers if at all: "Thank you."

The two girls got He Yu's autograph and held it on their chests as if it were a treasure. The best girlfriends exchanged a look of undisguised excitement, and then gathered their courage--

"That--"

"Can we add a wechat then?"

Xie Qingcheng didn't care about them, but he wasn't deaf, and these conversations were being listened to in his ears.

He thought that He Yu, with this fake-to-be-fake politeness, would inevitably agree to this small request from the girls. But unexpectedly, He Yu did not nod his head this time, but politely rejected them.

The girls were a little lost, but looked at the autographs in their arms and rejoiced.

The two thanked He Yu and left happily.

Xie Qingcheng, without lifting his head, minded his own business and wrote his paper, "Why did you reject them."

He Yu was all energized by his asking this very light sentence, and with a renewed spirit of Little dragon-like, his invisible tail swung up, "Ah, why should I agree to them?"

"You enjoy it."

"You only look at appearances." He Yu paused, "I now only add people who give me pleasure."

Xie Qingcheng said lightly, "Then you delete me too."

He Yu stares at him for a moment, then literally opens his cell phone again in front of him, flipping through the communication apps, and then-

Under Xie Qingcheng's gaze, Big Loud marked Xie Qingcheng with a top.

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

[Please open up Sakujo and don't block it, there are still over 1000 words of non-billable episodes inside Sakujo. These you can read for free.

Don't be surprised to see a new locked chapter, and yes, it's still maliciously reported].