Mai Dong woke up in a daze, unsure of how long he slept. It felt like he had just emerged from a tiresome dream, and as his consciousness returned, a wave of soreness engulfed his entire body. Feeling uncomfortable, he let out a couple of “hmph” sounds, suspecting if he had been in a dream fighting with Lei Gong’s thunder mother.
Opening his eyes, he sensed that his breathing was scorching hot. He laboriously raised his hand to touch his forehead.
Sh**! It was hotter than it was in the afternoon. Mai Dong self-derided, deeply feeling that he deserved it. Propping himself up, he pulled back the bed curtain, intending to find an unlucky roommate to fetch him some fever-reducing medicine.
There was someone sitting in his chair, and Mai Dong frowned subconsciously.
Since Mai Dong had a habit of writing in his diary, no one usually occupied his seat. Everyone was usually quite polite, afraid of accidentally stumbling upon someone else’s secrets.
With his vision not quite clear, feeling dizzy from the fever, and having just woken up, Du Chuan was the tallest in the dormitory, and Mai Dong thought it was Du Chuan sitting there.
“Du Chuan, can you help me find some fever medicine?” Mai Dong’s voice was weak.
“Where?” The person responded like this.
This voice was definitely not Du Chuan’s, but Mai Dong’s head was a mess of porridge, and the more familiar the voice sounded, the more he couldn’t recall. Frowning in contemplation, he saw the person turn their head, holding a plastic bag and shaking it towards him, “Eat this? I bought it.”
Mai Dong opened his mouth but remained silent for a long time.
He maintained the posture of half-opening the curtain and half-sitting up, his cheeks burning red.
After an afternoon nap, his head sported a chicken nest hairdo.
Yan Xuming walked over, reaching out to touch Mai Dong’s forehead directly, then furrowed his brow, “So hot, how did it get this bad?”
Mai Dong lethargically called his name, “Yan Xuming.”
Yan Xuming responded, “En, feeling uncomfortable?”
Mai Dong abruptly lay back on the bed, his mouth pursed into a thin line as tears streamed down. He never wanted to cry in such an ugly manner, but at the sight of Yan Xuming, all the accumulated grievances of the day burst forth. It was sad to bear the fever, sad not to have a meal with Yan Xuming, and sad to cope with the stolen umbrella—Everything was just so sad!
If Yan Xuming hadn’t come, it wouldn’t have been this sad.
But Yan Xuming came, and he became very, very sad.
Mai Dong tightly clutched the edge of the bed curtain, afraid that Yan Xuming would discover him shamefully shedding tears if he pulled it back. Yet, the tears fell so hard that he couldn’t help but want to sniff, but dared not to make a sound.
After holding it in for a while, fearing that his snot might end up on the bed, he couldn’t bear it any longer and forcefully sniffed.
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.
Rbk, tf gfjiis mbeivc’a tbiv la lc. Snfc lo Tjc Wewlcu rabbv bearlvf atf yfv megajlc, tf mbeiv tfjg j obbi rfmgfais rclooilcu lcrlvf.
“Jgslcu? Qts jgf sbe mgslcu? Zjl Gbcu, qeii atf megajlc bqfc, bxjs?”
No way, it’s too embarrassing. Mai Dong replied in his mind.
“Pr la atja ecyfjgjyif? Jbwf vbkc, P’ii ajxf sbe ab atf tbrqlaji.”
I don’t want to go to the hospital, it’s not that unbearable. I’m just being overly dramatic. Mai Dong once again answered him in his mind.
Zjl Gbcu mglfv obg j ktlif, cba gfjiis obg j ibcu alwf. Lf ofia jrtjwfv ktfc tf olgra rajgafv mgslcu. Qtja’r atf ylu vfji? Qjr la kbgat mgslcu rb wemt? Yynlberis cba, jcv Zjl Gbcu jirb xcfk kts tf kjr mgslcu.
Suddenly, the shattered hope was delicately pieced back together when Yan Xuming unexpectedly came to the dormitory to see him.
So, as he cried, he simultaneously persuaded himself to calm down. Don’t cry, it’s so embarrassing, quickly stop!
In about four or five minutes, Mai Dong sniffled and adjusted his emotions.
In those four or five minutes, Yan Xuming uttered just a couple of sentences, and there were no other words. Outside the bed curtain, everything remained quiet. Mai Dong even doubted if he had hallucinated in his feverish state and if Yan Xuming was never actually in his dormitory.
So, he sneakily opened a slit in the bed curtain and indeed saw someone standing outside.
Mai Dong pulled back the bed curtain, perhaps due to being sick, his tone carried a hint of coquettishness that he himself wasn’t aware of, “Why did you come?”
Yan Xuming turned to prepare the fever-reducing medicine, “Seeing you say you have a fever, I guess you might have gotten caught in the rain. I don’t know if you had any medicine, so I bought some to check.”
Mai Dong pouted, “I had an umbrella, left it in the corridor, and it got stolen when I came out after class.”
Yan Xuming shook the medicine cup, evenly distributing the granules, then tested the cup’s temperature with the back of his hand before handing it to Mai Dong, coaxing him like a child, “I’ll help you find it back, okay?”
Mai Dong could tell from his tone that it wasn’t the way he talked with an adult man. He knew Yan Xuming was teasing him again, so he took the cup and replied, “No need, it’s not an expensive umbrella. I’ll just buy another one.”
Yan Xuming had jokingly asked him if he was rich before and Mai Dong said he had a little.
Yan Xuming teased him again, “Rich second-generation ah?”
Mai Dong nodded with a hint of pride, “Um.”
Yan Xuming was genuinely a bit surprised, “Really?”
Mai Dong explained very seriously, “Maybe a third-generation rich kid? My grandfather is a veteran artist. He’s the honorary president of the Calligraphy Association. My grandmother is a diplomat, my dad deals in antiques, and my mom is a surgeon.” He earnestly explained the rather… unique background of his family. He was indeed a genuinely rich young master, but even though Mai Dong was in his sophomore year, not a single person knew about his family background, not even his roommates.
In any case, the series of professions that Mai Dong listed would make anyone envious if considered individually. And to have all of them in one family, yet remain so low-key? No wonder he had always been a xueba, the genes were there.
Yan Xuming was speechless for a moment, it was rare for someone who could usually find words for any situation.
Mai Dong, however, didn’t feel that his family background was particularly awe-inspiring. He had grown up in such an environment, never flaunting or being proud. It was only during the silence that followed Yan Xuming’s surprise that Mai Dong slowly realized it seemed only the two of them were in the dormitory.
Mai Dong asked, “Where are the others?”
Yan Xuming said, “There’s a lecture tonight, and they’ve all been dragged there to fill the seats.”
Mai Dong exclaimed, “Ah? Listening to a lecture on such a rainy night.”
Yan Xuming seemed a bit helpless, “Student Mai-zi, the rain stopped at two in the afternoon.”
… T T
Mai Dong felt like crying again.
Then why did he have to inexplicably act out an awkward scene from a sorrowful youth idol drama, suffering from a high fever and literally missing the chance to have dinner with Yan Xuming!
The rain had stopped at two in the afternoon, and although Mai Dong had briefly awakened during that time, he hadn’t noticed at all.
Before passing out, Mai Dong had sworn never to harbor any more fantasies. But upon opening his eyes, the object of his fantasies was right in front of him. Dr. God Mai was also helpless. It’s not that he didn’t want to give up on Yan Xuming early, but Yan Xuming himself always conveniently appeared at the most opportune moments, picking up Mai Dong’s ashen heart and recoloring it.
So, taking ten thousand steps back, if Mai Dong talked about liking Yan Xuming, isn’t there anything wrong with Yan Xuming!
Dr. God Mai dejectedly flopped at the edge of the bed.
Yan Xuming was busy washing the cup, the one Mai Dong had just used to take the fever-reducing medicine.
Mai Dong didn’t dare to look in that direction, afraid that seeing Yan Xuming patiently taking care of him would make it even harder to resist. His gaze wandered around and suddenly settled on the spot where Yan Xuming had been sitting, which happened to be Mai Dong’s own desk.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
If he wasn’t mistaken, the thing spread out on that table was his diary!
Mai Dong took a deep breath, and choked unexpectedly on it, erupting into a fit of intense coughing.
He couldn’t care less about the dizziness in his head. Mai Dong tried to get out of bed but was promptly stopped and gently pushed back by Yan Xuming.
“Where are you going?” Yan Xuming looked at him.
“You… How could you peek at someone else’s privacy!” Mai Dong was angry, Mai Dong was really angry!
Yan Xuming followed Mai Dong’s gaze and knew what he was referring to. However, there was no guilt on that handsome face. Instead, he wore an unapologetic and somewhat scoundrel expression, “Your privacy or my privacy? A week’s worth of diary entries contained ‘I really like him,’ isn’t that more of my privacy?”
You!
You!
Mai Dong was dumbfounded, seemingly taken aback by the sudden display of Yan Xuming’s rogue side. He couldn’t immediately figure out what was wrong with what he said. It seemed, that, that there might be some truth to it. After all, the only thing related to Mai Dong’s privacy in that diary was him liking Yan Xuming, while the entries about Yan Xuming’s privacy were countless.
These included but were not limited to what clothes Yan Xuming wore on a certain day, who he had meals with, how he appeared to be in a good or bad mood on specific days, and so on.
Yan Xuming’s rogue demeanor swiftly disappeared, replaced by a benevolent smile, “I didn’t know when you would wake up, and I didn’t have the heart to wake you up, so I had to find something to do. I just thought that if I asked you for it, you would definitely agree, so… was it a bit offensive?”
Since he asked, Mai Dong naturally gave an unassertive response, “Well, no. If you want to see it… it’s just that my diary is quite boring, not worth wasting time on.”
Yan Xuming smiled warmly, “I don’t find it boring, it’s quite interesting actually.”
Mai Dong was suffering from a fever, and his head wasn’t exactly sharp in front of Yan Xuming, to begin with. Now, with the fever, he was even less coherent. Yan Xuming initially read from the beginning, during the early days of their freshmen year. Mai Dong’s diary was indeed quite boring, mainly documenting incidents of a “peeping tom” and “chance encounter maniac.”
But when the awakened Mai Dong interrupted him, he simply flipped to the latest page and began reading backward.
Mai Dong stared blankly at the other male protagonist in his diary, who was engrossed in reading the text with relish. Slowly, some thoughts sluggishly flashed through his dull mind—
“I guess straight guys are all like this. They always say things that can be easily misunderstood, like saying ‘Came to see you,’ which couldn’t possibly mean seeing me, but they insist on saying it.
“Yan Xuming, you bastard!”
“But I don’t want to be a male mistress ah!”
“Do you straight guys really lack friends that much? Why be friends with a gay guy who likes you ah!”
Mai Dong felt his vision darken. It’s over, was he about to go blind from the fever?
Oh my 🤣
Thank You for the new chapter ♡(ӦｖӦ｡)
Mai Dong is gonna have a lot to write about when this day is over hahahaha
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Oh, babe, don’t cry🥺🥺
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I feel like mr mai overdramatically adorable dong here is really compatible with the top-student vice president of student union with hidden ‘rogue’ side yan xuming 🤭
Oh my!! Hahaha he’s so cute 😍
This is so relatable 🥹 On my goddddd