Fishing-Type Beauties Will Never Love Crematorium - Chapter 15

The sheer volume of information hit Shen He like tumbling magma, scalding him from the inside out until he felt flushed from head to toe.

His mind was in turmoil, the contents of the document flashing repeatedly before his eyes. The pronouns were “he” and “he.” Two men? Based on the detailed descriptions of their bodies, it was undeniably two men.

Shen He had an excellent memory, and he was certain he had not misread a single word. How could two men do that?

Only now did the realization dawn on him. He opened Baidu and searched again: “What does Gong mean?”

The first explanation that popped up was that Gong is a term corresponding to Shou, the passive partner. That could not be it. After seeing that kind of content, it was impossible for Shen He to naively assume Gong was a simple word. He scrolled down and quickly found another explanation:

Gong is the active male partner in a sexual relationship; the corresponding term is the male partner who takes the passive, receiving role.

Shen He held his phone, frozen like a statue. So, what was written in that document was a gay erotic novel? Was this what Chen Qingtang had been reading in class?

Shen He’s ears turned beet red. After a long silence, he managed to squeeze out two words: “Scoundrel.”

At that moment, he inconveniently recalled Chen Qingtang’s rhetorical question from before: “You cannot accept the closeness of other homosexuals, yet you can accept mine?”

The realization hit him again. He had not misinterpreted it after all. That statement really had been a hint about his sexual orientation.

Shen He took a deep breath and buried his face in his palms.

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Chen Qingtang opened the document again, intending to continue reading, but he paused. The place where the interface stopped was not where he had left off. This document had been flipped forward two pages.

Chen Qingtang understood immediately. Slowly, a meaningful smile curved his lips. Shen He had finally opened the document and read the content inside. He wondered what Shen He was thinking right now. He should be able to deduce his sexual orientation by now.

How would Shen He react? Would he avoid him in disgust, or would he pretend to know nothing and continue interacting with him as usual? Based on Chen Qingtang’s understanding, the Shen He of this lifetime was still very inexperienced; he should not be able to face him with such calmness after reading that document.

Chen Qingtang truly wanted to see Shen He’s expression at this moment. He wanted to know how much he could stir up Shen He’s heart.

Just then, Wei Yan called out to him: “Little Chen! Let us go to class. Let us head over early to grab seats!”

Chen Qingtang replied, “Coming.”

The next class was a professional course shared by two classes, the perfect opportunity. He wanted to see exactly how Shen He would react. Chen Qingtang could not wait; he felt a sense of excitement.

When they arrived at the lecture hall, they happened to run into Shen He at the entrance. It had to be said that Shen He’s physical appearance was exceptional: tall, with long legs, broad shoulders, and a slim waist. Even in simple sportswear, standing casually in a crowd with his back straight like a pine tree on a snowy mountain, he made everyone else look like mere background decoration.

Chen Qingtang admired him for a moment before offering a rare, proactive greeting: “You are here early.”

Shen He glanced at him and quickly looked away. “Yeah.”

Chen Qingtang narrowed his eyes, examining him. There was almost no emotion visible on the boy’s handsome, cool face. He seemed no different than usual.

As they entered the classroom, Chen Qingtang chose a seat in the back row near the rear door. Shen He sat down beside him naturally. After the teacher arrived, Chen Qingtang remembered that this was the class where the instructor did not allow masks. He sighed and took his off.

Instantly, a mix of bizarre scents flooded his nose: perfume from girls, the chemical smell of cosmetics, the odor of food and snacks, and the sweaty smell of some unhygienic boys. It was a biological weapon. Chen Qingtang frowned in discomfort.

At that moment, Shen He moved his stool over to lean against him. The familiar, light, sweet scent enveloped him, and Chen Qingtang immediately felt much more comfortable. He lifted his eyelids, looking at Shen He expectantly without saying a word.

Shen He sighed softly, looking somewhat helpless. A few seconds later, a jacket was placed in front of Chen Qingtang.

Chen Qingtang hugged the jacket, resting his head on it and rubbing his cheek against it affectionately. He blinked at Shen He: “Will you be cold?”

Shen He was only wearing a thin shirt. He did not look at him, focused on writing something with his pen: “No.”

Chen Qingtang loved being surrounded by Shen He’s scent. He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction: “If you get cold, tell me, and I will give the jacket back.”

Shen He hummed in acknowledgment.

A moment later, Shen He suddenly turned his head to look at him, his thin lips moving.

Chen Qingtang: “Hmm? Was there something you wanted to say?”

Shen He’s hand tightened, drawing a heavy line across the paper: “No.”

Chen Qingtang raised an eyebrow. Why is this person acting so hesitant? Aside from that, Shen He was exactly the same as usual today; his emotions were like a stagnant pool, revealing nothing abnormal.

Chen Qingtang played with his phone nonchalantly. This should not be happening. The current Shen He was a straight man who detested homosexuality. How could he have no reaction at all after learning his orientation?

Oh, wait, if there was a reaction, it was that Shen He was even more considerate today than before. He had offered his jacket without Chen Qingtang even asking.

Chen Qingtang turned to lie in a different direction, with his back to Shen He. Did Shen He not read the document after all? Chen Qingtang pursed his lips, deciding to observe a little longer.

Halfway through the class, the teacher asked the students to practice some problems. Shen He finished quickly. Looking at the person sleeping beside him, he hesitated, then took out his phone and typed into the search bar: “What should I do if I accidentally find out my roommate is homosexual?”

There were only a few scattered search results, and the answers were irrelevant and offered no practical value. Shen He saw someone mention: “For relationship problems like this, post on Douyin; plenty of people will offer advice.”

So, Shen He, an old-fashioned man who rarely surfed the web, took some time to download the app and register an account. He then posted his question: “Accidentally found out my roommate is homosexual. Should I confess that I know?”

Soon, comments began to pour in:

I suggest you do not say anything. Isn’t it enough to keep his secret?

If he does not know you have found out, going up to him and confronting him will only make things awkward on purpose.

Shen He read them seriously, his brows furrowed.

If you do not say anything, he will not know. If you tell him, he will start to suspect you have ulterior motives.

Having your secrets controlled by someone else is a terrible feeling. Your relationship will likely end right there.

Shen He gripped his phone tightly.

The bell rang, and the noise in the classroom intensified. Wei Yan stood up and called back to them: “I am going to the bathroom. Wait for me!”

Shen He did not react, just lowered his head to pack his books.

Chen Qingtang woke up, stretched, smoothed out the jacket, and returned it to Shen He: “Thank you.”

Shen He gave a cold hum, took it, and set it aside.

Luo Xin asked: “What are we eating for lunch? The first floor or the second floor?”

Chen Qingtang thought for a moment: “The second floor. I want the hot stone rice.”

Luo Xin: “What about Brother Shen?”

Shen He: “Second floor.”

Just then, Wei Yan returned. He had entered through the back door, and none of them had noticed. Seeing Chen Qingtang lazily stretching his neck, a mischievous idea formed in his head. Wei Yan crept up silently and, before Chen Qingtang could react, pinched his neck with hands that had just been washed in cold water.

Chen Qingtang let out a soft cry, his whole body shuddering. Wei Yan, satisfied with his prank, laughed loudly while continuing to squeeze Chen Qingtang’s neck: “Little Chen, how does that feel?”

Chen Qingtang felt an indescribable itch combined with the chill crawling from his neck into his bones. He could not help but laugh, his waist trembling as his neck turned red, eventually spreading to his face until he was thoroughly flushed. Chen Qingtang breathed through his half-open mouth, laughing and softly pleading: “Let me go.” His neck was his most sensitive spot.

Wei Yan was triumphant: “Call me brother, and I will let you go.”

Just as he was acting foolishly, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine. Turning his head, he saw Shen He staring at him with a piercing, imposing gaze.

Shen He was sitting with his arms spread out, one hand on the table, the other resting on the back of Chen Qingtang’s chair. The posture was casual but radiated an indescribable, forceful, protective air. Those eyes, usually detached and cold, were now like sharp swords, shimmering with a cold light as they watched Wei Yan with intense pressure.

Wei Yan subconsciously loosened his grip and let go of Chen Qingtang.