translator: daisy
proofreader: jay
Xing Ye didn’t speak or move, although Sheng Renxing could feel the other’s gaze piercing a hole through the back of his head.
In response, he turned over to face him.
Xing Ye: “Are you making a jian bing or something?”
The other couldn’t restrain his curiosity and asked in a low voice, “Where do you go boxing?”
“Why do you want to know?” Xing Ye avoided the question.
“I guess I want to check it out to broaden my worldview.” Sheng Renxing continued to whisper as he shuffled closer towards the other, like they were in the midst of sharing secrets.
Xing Ye followed his example and replied in a hushed voice, “You’ve already seen it.”
“No I haven’t!” Sheng Renxing raised his voice slightly and stared at him.
Xing Ye stared back. His first instinct was to refuse Sheng Renxing, but he ended up answering vaguely: “Next time.”
Regarding the change of heart… it was because he had been taken in by Sheng Renxing tonight, or how he had given Xing Ye a chance to speak up about the things that were bothering him.
“When’s next time?” Sheng Renxing went straight to the bottom of the matter.
The other answered honestly: “I’m not sure.”
“Are you playing with me?!”
“I really don’t know.” Xing Ye explained, “It gets announced two hours before the competition.”
“Ah?” Sheng Renxing was taken aback, and sighed, “That’s so cool. Are the contestants also selected that way?”
“It’s not cool.” Xing Ye furrowed his brows, and hesitated before replying, “Mn.”
Sheng Renxing squinted at him, but the other’s face remained unchanged. After a while, he said, “Okay, I see.”
“I heard that in the underground boxing scene, at every turn, there’s…” Sheng Renxing thought about it, “Severe casualties?”
“…?”
“That is, at the end of every match, the boxer gets lifted down in a gurney, and almost all the people who participate are wanted criminals? Have you ever beaten wanted criminals?”
“…No.” Xing Ye forcefully squeezed out this one word response, “Who on earth told you this?’
“I searched it up online. Do you want to see it?”
“Don’t look at those.” Xing Ye replied a little helplessly, “That’s all fake.”
“That…”
As soon as he spoke, Xing Ye quickly reached out his hand and covered his mouth: “Go to sleep!”
“?”
“Ah, ahhhhhhhhh!” Sheng Renxing gawked at him and tried to remove his hand, but the other wouldn’t budge an inch.
Sheng Renxing twisted his neck to avoid him, but Xing Ye simply switched hands and held on tightly.
As the two started clamoring and making more and more dangerous movements, they actually started fighting on the bed.
After making a huge fuss, Sheng Renxing finally broke free slightly: “I can’t breathe!”
Xing Ye let go a little.
He gasped: “Release me!” He clenched Xing Ye’s hand tightly, “Fuck, you’re still laughing!”
The other continued grinning, “If you don’t ask anymore, I’ll let go.”
“I won’t ask anymore!” Sheng Renxing shook his head vigorously.
Xing Ye studied him for a while and warned, “If I release you, you won’t move around.”
Sheng Renxing nodded obediently.
The other had just rolled over when Sheng Renxing sneakily attacked and immediately pressed his weight onto Xing Ye and covered him with a pillow: “Damn you! You almost suffocated me!”
However, Xing Ye had long prepared for this, and arched his legs to push the other off. Wrapping Sheng Renxing’s entire body with the duvet, he applied pressure to keep him still, “You didn’t keep your word!”
“Fuck!” After getting stuffed into the quilt, Sheng Renxing was forced to endure his attacks without a chance to counter strike, “Unhand me!”
He struggled against Xing Ye’s overwhelming strength, but regardless of his tactics, Sheng Renxing couldn’t get out.
The other’s voice floated in from outside as he patted the duvet, “Do you accept defeat?”
Sheng Renxing utilized his remaining strength to call out: “I accept, I accept defeat, ge!”
“Really?” Xing Ye sounded like he was holding back a smile.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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In the darkness, the two stared at each other.
Sheng Renxing swore quietly, “Is the soundproofing that bad?”
Xing Ye didn’t move either. The two of them stayed in this position for a long time, and no one went to answer the door.
The man outside continued to curse, but seeing that no one came out, he slammed his palm on the door again, “If you make any more noise, laozi will come catch you and beat you up!”
All of a sudden, it went quiet.
He must have left.
Only then did Sheng Renxing react, did he get scolded just now?
“Huh, what the fuck?”
He was about to go chase after the guy when Xing Ye grabbed him, “Where are you going?”
“I’ll let him fight me! We’ll see who gets beat up!”
The other stopped him again, “Don’t go!” Xing Ye had never seen Sheng Renxing this worked up before and couldn’t help but laugh, “We disrupted someone’s sleep and you’re still acting this unruly?”
“How did I know that the soundproofing is so bad, why couldn’t he talk to us nicely?” Sheng Renxing sat back down huffily and ruffled his hair in anger.
To prevent him from doing anything impulsive, Xing Ye reminded him, “Too tiring, let’s go to sleep.”
Somehow, Sheng Renxing’s temper left just as quickly as it came.
The two went back to bed together.
After a period of silence, Sheng Renxing spoke up: “It looks like you’ve been waiting quite a while for this chance to beat me up!”
The other laughed, “Not long, the urge started after our first meeting.”
Sheng Renxing stretched out his hand from under the quilt and gave a big middle finger.
And promptly closed his eyes.
Pretty much as soon as he closed them, the alarm clock rang.
The cacophony startled him awake. Groggily getting out of bed with his eyes still closed, he stumbled towards the bathroom like a blind man.
He pushed the door open with his hands and forehead, but as soon as Sheng Renxing stepped in, he was caught off-guard by the stranger in his bathroom: half-side facing him, half standing in front of the toilet.
Sheng Renxing’s reaction during the first second: Who on earth is this person?
Next second: Xing Ye?
What was he doing?
Peeing.
Oh…
Sheng Renxing widened his eyes abruptly, stepped back and slammed the door shut, all the while hearing the frightened Xing Ye cursing to the heavens.
“Why are you peeing so quietly!”
The sound of flushing drifted outside.
After a while, Xing Ye opened the door and looked at him with a complicated expression: “Have you never been to a men’s room?”
Sheng Renxing rubbed his face, and replied apologetically, “I haven’t fully awoken, so it came as quite a shock.”
This incident scared away the last remnants of fatigue, and Sheng Renxing quickly finished washing up.
When he went out, Xing Ye was sitting on the sofa in a daze, a cigarette rolling between his fingers.
“Don’t smoke in the room.”
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning to.” He put the cigarette away, and glanced at Sheng Renxing, “Can you lend me a coat?”
The other bent down to pick out a baseball jacket from the upper stacks of clothing, but hesitated when he was about to throw it at Xing Ye, “Are you sure you only want a jacket?”
After all, Xing Ye only wore the T-shirt and shorts from last night; if he went to school like this, he’d be freezing.
Giving it some thought, Sheng Renxing put the baseball jacket aside, and took out a black and white sweater, black sports trousers, a baseball cap, and a black hooded jacket instead.
He threw it to Xing Ye, “Here, change.”
When the other came out of the bathroom, Sheng Renxing whistled appreciatively, “Very handsome!”
Grabbing his phone, he snapped a picture of Xing Ye: “You could honestly find a job as a model.”
Xing Ye adjusted the hoodie of his jacket and turned to the side a little uncomfortably, “It’s a little short.”
“That’s the style.” Sheng Renxing studied the photos, and felt that something was missing.
“Here, wear these shoes.” He walked towards the shoe cabinet by the door and took out a pair of white sneakers for Xing Ye, and then adjusted the hoodie.
The other refused, “There’s no need.”
“I’m doing a photoshoot, hurry up.” Sheng Renxing held up his phone.
Xing Ye crouched down and put them on, “I didn’t let you shoot me though.”
“Hoodie.” Sheng Renxing urged him, “If you don’t let me, you can go to school naked.”
Xing Ye raised his gaze and glanced at Sheng Renxing with a dangerous expression.
Sitting on the armrest of the sofa, Sheng Renxing smiled down at his phone: “So handsome! You’re going to explode on our school forum again.”
Internally, Xing Ye disagreed. He didn’t think that he looked good, despite how much the others—especially girls, used it to describe him.
Because everytime he looked at himself in the mirror, he felt that it was just an ordinary face staring back; one that couldn’t be any more plain.
Especially with Xing Ye’s pale skin and dark pupils, it reminded him of a ghost.
Or like moss growing gloomily in the corner of a wall.
He really couldn’t find anything about his face to appreciate.
Xing Ye tilted his head to look at Sheng Renxing. In terms of the word handsome, he thought that the other embodied it much better.
Even buried amongst a crowd, Sheng Renxing’s bright countenance could be picked out in a single glance.
Indulging him, Xing Ye asked, “Then what about compared to you? Who’s more handsome?”
“Ah…” Sheng Renxing frowned, and replied with a sincere expression, “I win by one point.”
“Which point?”
“The hoodie.” Sheng Renxing smiled.
Xing Ye flipped up the hoodie and stared at the other blankly.
Sheng Renxing gave him a thumbs up: “Okay, perfect, you’re just as handsome as me now.”
“What about your face?” Xing Ye couldn’t help smiling.
Sheng Renxing pressed a button on his phone before putting it away and patting his face.
Xing Ye belatedly realized something was wrong: “Were you recording a video just now?”
“Huh?” The other pretended to be stupid, “No?”
Before Xing Ye came over, he rushed towards the door and changed his shoes: “Let’s get going, we’re going to be late.”
After calling a taxi, they managed to enter campus just as the bell rang.
Surrounded by students who were also casually strolling to class, they weren’t so eye-catching anymore.
Probably.
Sheng Renxing turned towards Xing Ye: “The fifth student.”
“…” Xing Ye’s voice was tense, “Don’t count.” After speaking, he turned to stare coldly at the person who filmed him.
The person in question startled visibly at being discovered and ran away like how the paparazzi would.
The other people who were moving towards them also put away their phones.
Sheng Renxing shrugged.
He walked towards class, only to find that Xing Ye was still following him.
“Are you going to insist on skipping class even though we’ve already come all the way here?”
What kind of behavior was this?
Xing Ye appeared slightly nervous, judging from his pursed lips and serious expression.
“?” Sheng Renxing wondered if he guessed wrong.
“I’m going to the teachers office first.”
The other immediately understood, and promptly lowered his voice, “Is your mother here?”
“I don’t know.” Xing Ye lowered his head, hiding his expression under the brim of his hat.
Maybe his mother wouldn’t come at all, but who knows?
As they walked into the building, Xing Ye listened attentively, “She didn’t come.”
“Huh?”
“If she came, you could hear her cursing all the way over here.”
“…Ah. Your mother must be quite the individual then.”
Sheng Renxing observed Xing Ye’s face again: “Do you want her to come?”
The other paused, and turned his head, but said nothing.
After a few seconds, Xing Ye turned around to wave to him, “Bye bye.”
“Bye.” Sheng Renxing raised his hand, and imitated the other’s previous gestures, opening and closing his palm.
Xing Ye looked at him and smiled.
Classroom Nine was noisy as always, but the moment they saw Xing Ye, silence spread like the plague until the whole class was shocked stiff.
Xing Ye didn’t bother with them and headed straight towards his seat.
He glanced at Huang Mao, who was surprisingly attending class.
“Have you ever been to the teacher’s office?” He took off his hat, put it on the table, and patted his hair.
Wan Guanxi and the others just stared at him and didn’t speak.
After a long while, Jiang Jing spewed out a bunch of dirty words at the bizarreness of the situation.
Huang Mao was the first to crack: “Xing ge, have you been taken in by a sugar mommy?!”
“?” Xing Ye turned towards him and raised a questioning brow.
Dong Qiu glanced over at the phone and read aloud: “A hat from BMW, isn’t that a car brand? AB’s jacket… greedy. How do I even pronounce these English words? Pants from Adidas and shoes from AJ?”
In the end, he wearily sighed in disbelief, “You’re wearing tens of thousands of yuan!”
Dong Qiu raised his head, a face full of fierceness, “AJ! Xing ge, tell me which rich woman it was! If you introduce me to her, you’ll immediately become my biological father!”
“…” Xing Ye glanced down at his shoes subconsciously, all the while wondering, so this is what AJ looks like?
When Dong Qiu read out the long list of brands just now, he didn’t recognize a single one.
Moreover, when Sheng Renxing gave them to him before, the other hadn’t mentioned a single thing, maintaining a casual demeanor as if there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.
Xing Ye pursed his lips.
Next to them, Lu Zhaohua continuously fanned the flames, “I can’t afford tens of thousands!”
Huang Mao ran over and squatted by his table, looking up at Xing Ya with a solemn and sincere expression: “Young master, don’t forget dad when you’re wealthy in the future!”
“…” Xing Ye stared at him, “Who are you?”
“?” Huang Mao stood up in horror, “Who are you! Return my loving father!”
Xing Ye was too tired to bother indulging him.
After Huang Mao stirred up a big racket, Jiang Jing finally smiled and said, “Don’t be an idiot. It seems that Sheng Renxing lent him some clothes.”
Xing Ye raised his eyes to look at him.
“Huh?” Huang Mao glanced at Xing Ye, and then at Jiang Jing with a solemn expression, “Has my father changed?!”
Dong Zhuo scrutinized Xing Ye’s outfit and sighed: “Fuck, did you borrow tens of thousands of yuan just like that?”
He touched his chin, “That seems right, I think it’s the same three white stripes that Sheng Renxing wore last time. Somehow no one bothered to mention it on the forum!”
Huang Mao managed to actually say something clever, “My family donated a building, so these clothes aren’t even worth mentioning!”
“…That’s true.” Dong Zhuo groaned, “Then what about me, maybe I can ask him and borrow something to wear?!”
“Don’t even bother daydreaming!”
Xing Ye didn’t say a word, and he looked around before realizing that Jiang Jing has been staring at him the whole time.
“?”
“Were you two together last night?”
“Yeah.” Xing Ye nodded; this wasn’t anything he needed to hide.
Jiang Jing opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Huang Mao,”What happened last night? You were together?”
Cui Xiaoxiao, who had been eavesdropping in front of them, whirled around excitedly: “When did you two get together?!”
daisy: to these two, fighting with e/o and falling in love are basically the same thing.
please welcome jay, who’ll be helping me with proofreading, and who has done an amazing job thus far !! <33
ahhh sugar mommy xingxing!!!
thanks for the chapter <3
Fighting in the bed, just be careful not to break it~
Jay 🥳🥳🥳🥳 welcome
Idk them fighting is cute tho but ahh shen renxing giving Xing Ye his heart, his house and his clothing is just aww. But then that one mention about the mother is just pitiful…
Thanks for the chapter € ^ *^)/// ~~ ♡♡♡♡♡
Thank you for the chapter and Hi jay! 👋
I had started this a long time ago. Thanks for picking it up.
Now the only problem is… I read like 20 chapters all at once. And I was sitting at work thinking “What’s going to happen next?!” Hahahaha
I shall wait, grateful that someone picked it up at all. 🙂
Also… I’m glad there friends aren’t total idiots and can piece things together and that the MC KNOWS he likes guys and isn’t pretending otherwise… I mean trying to fool himself. Obviously he sort of doesn’t want the ML to know know yet. Lol
their friends are so silly! I adore them
thanks for the chapter <3
{Huang Mao was the first to crack: “Xing ge, have you been taken in by a sugar mommy?!”}
it’s a sugar daddy 😏😏
LMAO Cui Xiaoxiao💀
Ty for the chapter!💜💜💜
Oh ffs please don’t be a fushoji