Love Notebook of a Reclusive Beautiful Boy - Chapter 19

Chapter 19

This part of the body is a man’s sensitive spot and can barely withstand any teasing.

Although Jiang Sheng had never been in a relationship, he was an adult man, and he understood what he ought to understand.

Du Yu said it was uncomfortable.

It was probably because of his accidental touch just now when he was pulling the pants zipper. Du Yu did not understand these things, but he did.

To be honest, Jiang Sheng felt a bit awkward.

After all, he was the initiator of the trouble, and both he and Du Yu were men. Now that there was no one around, a strange, ambiguous ambiance suddenly permeated the air.

Jiang Sheng didn’t know how to respond to him either.

Du Yu suddenly tugged at his arm. He didn’t speak, but just tugged at him gently like this.

After being stunned for a moment, Jiang Sheng said, “It’ll be fixed right away.”

Lowering his head and trying his best not to touch that sensitive area, he tugged at the zipper a few times, and this time, it was finally untangled.

Jiang Sheng let out a sigh of relief.

There really had never been a moment that made him feel more embarrassed than now.

Fortunately, Du Yu’s sensitive area didn’t have much of a significant reaction; otherwise, he really wouldn’t have known what to do.

He glanced at Du Yu. Du Yu wasn’t much shorter than him, and his facial features had already matured. Perhaps before this, Jiang Sheng had never looked at him as an adult man who could be compared on equal terms with himself.

He treated him as a younger brother, as a child, and hadn’t had the time to treat him as a man yet.

But from just now until this moment, he knew that although Du Yu still possessed a childlike innocence, what could not be ignored was that, just like himself, bodily-wise, he was completely an adult man.

Jiang Sheng stood up. He originally wanted to ask him if he still felt uncomfortable, but then he thought about it again—asking would be in vain anyway, as it was impossible for him to solve it for him.

He could only cough twice and said calmly, “Let’s go.”

Probably because Du Yu had never experienced this kind of thing before, although it felt uncomfortable, the sensation wasn’t intense.

Not long after Jiang Sheng stopped touching him, this uncomfortable feeling gradually disappeared.

“Let’s go, A-Yu.”

Jiang Sheng opened the door and called out.

Du Yu followed Jiang Sheng out in a bit of a daze.

The break time between classes was short, so Jiang Sheng pulled A-Yu along, preparing to head back.

By the wall near the staircase stood a large bulletin board. It was very conspicuous, but Jiang Sheng had never paid any attention to it.

But when Du Yu walked there, he suddenly stopped.

His gaze looked at it, slightly lost in thought.

Posted inside the glass frame were posters, newspapers, and some magazine covers, all of which were major events in Jinpu over recent years.

One of them was actually very eye-catching.

But Jiang Sheng had never noticed it before.

It was a somewhat yellowed old Jinpu newspaper. On the large, bold headline, it read: “The Legend Reappears—The Genius Youth Pierces a Willow Leaf from a Hundred Paces Away.”

Du Yu blinked his big eyes, looked up at Jiang Sheng, and read out, “A-Sheng…”

Jiang Sheng glanced at the direction Du Yu had been staring at just now. It turned out to be a photo of him taken by a reporter years ago at some unknown time, which had been speculated upon and overly exaggerated.

In that photo, he was wearing a police uniform, looking as if he had just survived some fierce battle. His uniform was almost entirely covered in blood and dust, half of his face was also covered in bloodstains, and sweat droplets clung to his forehead and the side of his face—a completely disheveled and wretched appearance.

But those eyes were absolutely not the eyes of a wretched person; his gaze was burning and sharp, sweat clung to his eyelashes, he was holding a gun, and his face was composed.

Beside it was another accompanying picture, very blurry. It was a middle-aged man, also holding a gun, except he had already fallen into a pool of blood.

The report praised Jiang Sheng extensively, hailing him as another sharpshooter after Chen Deming, who was assassinated thirty years ago.

They also gave him all kinds of nicknames, like “Terror of Criminals,” “King of Kings of Guns,” “Hero Among Guns,” “God of Guns”—in short, a whole bunch of them.

These media outlets and newspaper offices were just jumping on the bandwagon; as for what exactly happened during the event, there were barely any detailed words about it.

They just wanted to write what the public loved to read—a young hero, a divine sharpshooter, who wouldn’t like to read about that?

Looking at the self in the photo, Jiang Sheng recalled that day.

That was more than a year after he joined the police force, his first time going out on a mission, which was to arrest the serial killer Yu Bin. Due to Xu Shaokang’s carelessness, in the end, among the police officers who went out, only he and Song Jiahao were left.

His mind was filled with some blood-red images. It was a very unpleasant memory. Jiang Sheng didn’t want to mention it much and said with a calm face, “Let’s head back, A-Yu.”

Du Yu naturally couldn’t read Jiang Sheng’s expression. He pointed at Jiang Sheng in the photo and softly read out, “A-Sheng…”

What did he want to tell Jiang Sheng?

Perhaps he didn’t want to say anything at all; he just recognized Jiang Sheng and simply called out his name.

Jiang Sheng glanced at the photo. He wasn’t quite sure what Du Yu meant, so he asked casually, “Want it?”

It was Jiang Sheng’s guess, because Du Yu kept repeating it and kept looking at the photo, and since he didn’t understand his thoughts, he just guessed randomly.

After all, most of the time, Du Yu’s thoughts were guessed by Jiang Sheng anyway.

Du Yu blinked his eyes, turned his head to look at the photo inside the glass frame again, nodded his head slowly, and then shook his head again.

Jiang Sheng inquired with his eyes, “Don’t want it?”

Du Yu shook his head.

Jiang Sheng was a bit confused, “Want it?”

Du Yu hesitated for a moment, and then nodded his head.

Jiang Sheng let out a helpless laugh, really not knowing what Du Yu was thinking.

He glanced at that newspaper—Jinpu Daily, August 14, 1994.

“Got it.”

Jiang Sheng didn’t explain anything and pulled Du Yu into the classroom.

This period was physical education class. Because the weather was good today, the Chinese language teacher returned a class period to the PE teacher that they had swapped previously.

The class monitor, Zhou Xiaoxing, was currently organizing the classmates in the room to line up and go to the playground. It just so happened that he saw the two of them come in. He glanced at Jiang Sheng and then said to Du Yu, “This period is PE class. In a moment, just line up behind Liang Sinian!”

Du Yu, of course, didn’t take it in, but Jiang Sheng understood.

Many people were already lining up at the back door. Jiang Sheng scanned the location of Liang Sinian and pulled Du Yu over there.

In the end, they were two men, yet they were holding hands, and combined with Du Yu’s always-dazed appearance, the people in the class suddenly believed what Zhao Youqi had told them before—believing that Du Yu might really be an idiot.

Otherwise, there wasn’t a normal boy who needed someone else to hold his hand just to walk.

In an instant, they began to ostracize Du Yu one after another, and the looks they cast toward him carried a bit of disdain.

These people were all people at the very peak of the pyramid in Jinpu, considering themselves higher-class people, so how could they look highly upon an idiot?

Jiang Sheng didn’t know what they were thinking, but he was clear that among these people, those who could actually associate with Du Yu were few and far between.

Liang Sinian, on the other hand, was enthusiastic. Seeing Jiang Sheng come over, he said with a smile, “Finished with your business, Ah Sir?”

Jiang Sheng pulled Du Yu to stand in the line and replied to him in a low voice, “Yeah.”

Although most people looked down on Du Yu, because Jiang Sheng was there, no one dared to openly provoke trouble.

The line walked all the way to the gymnasium.

This class was teaching basketball basics, but in fact, many people had already learned it long ago; especially for the boys, they had already known how to play basketball since junior high school.

Therefore, after simply going over the content taught by the teacher, they went to the court next door to play ball.

Du Yu, of course, didn’t know how to do any of this. The teacher called him several times, but he didn’t respond.

Jiang Sheng originally wanted to let Du Yu try his best to adapt to school life on his own, and unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t step in.

But seeing that the PE teacher was getting a bit exasperated, he softly reminded Du Yu, “A-Yu, the teacher is calling you.”

As he spoke, his finger pointed in a direction.

Du Yu’s eyes slowly shifted direction.

The teacher said, “Is your name Du Yu? I’ve called you several times, are you still going to learn or not?!”

Du Yu looked at him and didn’t move.

The teacher walked over, “I heard from Teacher Liao that you don’t like to speak, but you are in school now. When the teacher calls you, you have to speak, understand?!”

Du Yu turned his head and looked at Jiang Sheng.

A flash of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Jiang Sheng stood to the side, and after a good while, he still stepped in.

“Apologies.”

Then he pulled Du Yu and walked outside.

The PE teacher shouted, “Where are you going? Class is in session right now! Even if you are a bodyguard, you can’t just take a student away at will!”

Jiang Sheng didn’t reply to him. He picked up a ball from the basketball cart, pulled Du Yu, and left the gymnasium.

Not far from the gymnasium, there was an outdoor basketball court.

Jiang Sheng stood on the steps, and with a casual glance, he saw many people playing ball.

He pointed over there, “A-Yu, see that? We’re going there.”

Du Yu followed his direction and took a look; as for where exactly it was, he actually didn’t know at all.

He just replied in a clear, soft voice, “Okay…”

Soon, Jiang Sheng brought Du Yu to that outdoor basketball court.

The midday sun was very hot. The weather in Jinpu never really distinguished between spring, summer, autumn, and winter; sometimes even winter could be as hot as summer.

The youths on the court were playing until they were covered in sweat, and some had already stripped down until only a large short-sleeved undershirt was left.

Jiang Sheng and Du Yu stopped at the steps of the entrance.

Du Yu was looking at the youths on the court, a bit lost in thought.

Holding the ball, Jiang Sheng asked him, “Does A-Yu want to play that?”

Du Yu snapped out of it, glanced at Jiang Sheng, and gently shook his head.

In fact, Jiang Sheng had originally planned to bring Du Yu here to first try teaching him those movements the teacher had taught just now, and then tell him to do it one more time when they went back to the gymnasium later.

But Du Yu didn’t seem to have much interest in these things.

He just stood here obediently, waiting for Jiang Sheng to tell him what they could do and where they could go in a moment.

He was a quiet person; those actions of jumping up and down were things he couldn’t do.

The sun beat down, making people feel parched. With a glance, Jiang Sheng suddenly saw an automatic vending machine in the temporary rest area not far away.

He was a bit thirsty, so he asked Du Yu casually, “Does A-Yu want to drink water?”

Du Yu nodded his head lightly.

Jiang Sheng then took him down the steps.

“What do you want to drink?”

Jiang Sheng looked at the variety of different drinks in front of him and asked Du Yu.

He himself only drank mineral water, and originally wanted to just grab two bottles of mineral water, but then he thought that Du Yu was a child, so maybe he liked those sweet drinks.

Du Yu indeed liked eating sweet things, but he didn’t know which one was sweet, and without speaking, he just stared at the vending machine.

Jiang Sheng glanced at him and randomly pointed to a bottle of milk, “Do you drink this?”

Du Yu nodded his head.

Jiang Sheng pulled out coins and stuffed them inside.

The milk and mineral water quickly dropped down.

Just as Jiang Sheng picked them up, he discovered that it was ice-cold.

Although this weather was very hot, it was still early spring. He himself felt it was nothing—it wasn’t like he was a girl, so there was no difference between drinking ice-cold or warm drinks.

But Du Yu, after all, was different from others.

Thinking about it, he should still ask him.

“Do you drink cold things?”

Du Yu stared at him and didn’t answer.

Jiang Sheng was helpless. Looking at his face which had been baked a bit red by the sun, he extended his hand and pressed the ice milk against his flushed cheek.

“Is it cold?”

He was taller than Du Yu, and his hand reached low, so the bottom of the bottle happened to touch his neck.

It was both cold and a bit ticklish. Du Yu was ticklish; he shrunk his neck, tilted his head, and a naive smile appeared on his face, “Cold…”