Wild School Boy Was Picked Up And Brought Home By His Professor Chapter 6
byChapter 6 The Car Vibrated
Lin Yi stared at the increasingly unreliable suggestions on his phone screen, shaking his head with a wry smile.
These netizens really loved drama and wished he would immediately stage a car vibration scene.
But if it were that simple, he wouldn’t be so worried. A man as handsome and wealthy as Shen Beidao surely had no shortage of people eyeing him.
The more he thought about it, the more uncertain he felt. The strange pounding in his heart made the surrounding air feel hot and restless.
He pushed open the car door, intending to get out and get some fresh air.
“I’m just going to visit the museum, not to see him.”
Perhaps he was too rushed, or perhaps his mind was entirely focused on a certain man, but he closed the door a bit too quickly, only then realizing the car key wasn’t in his hand.
“Oh no!”
Lin Yi pressed against the car window, watching the key chain “lie” on the passenger seat, seemingly mocking him for being lovesick.
He annoyedly slapped his forehead. The next second, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
The car was locked and couldn’t be opened.
But wasn’t this a perfect opportunity?
If Shen Beidao couldn’t drive him home immediately after work because the car was locked, wouldn’t they be able to spend more time together?
Lin Yi’s lips curled up unconsciously, looking as smug as a little rabbit that had just achieved ascension through cultivation.
He took out his phone and called Shen Beidao.
“It’s too stuffy in the car. I want to visit the museum too. Where are you?”
At this moment, Shen Beidao was about to start work. He quietly told a volunteer, “Wait for me a minute. Please call my student over.”
He deliberately covered the phone’s microphone. Once the volunteer jogged off to greet Li Rui, he spoke to the person on the other end of the line: “I’m in Zone F. You might need to ask a staff member; the venue is quite large.”
“Okay, will I be disturbing your work if I come over?”
Shen Beidao on the other end seemed to chuckle softly: “No, but you might have to stand at the back of the tour group. There are over eighty visitors today.”
“No problem! I’m tall, so I’m best suited for standing at the back,” Lin Yi replied with a hint of pride.
“Mm.” Shen Beidao’s voice was gentle, and he then hung up the phone.
The moment Shen Beidao ended the call, Li Rui, dressed in a volunteer uniform, walked over: “Professor Shen, you called for me?”
“Yes,” Shen Beidao instructed calmly, “The management said they need a volunteer guide in Zone A. Go over and lend a hand.”
Li Rui blinked, looking slightly confused: “Zone A? That’s the modern art gallery. There shouldn’t be many people there at this time…”
“Perhaps an important person is coming to visit. Go check the situation and ensure everything is perfect,” Shen Beidao said.
Although he was reluctant, Li Rui nodded: “Alright, I’ll go now.”
It was peak visiting time, and Zone A was in the adjacent building, so he had no choice but to turn and head toward the staff passage, muttering suspiciously to himself, “What important person could be in Zone A?”
This arrangement perfectly ensured that Li Rui missed Lin Yi, who was heading toward Zone F.
When Lin Yi found Zone F, Shen Beidao was standing in front of a display case, explaining things to the surrounding tourists in fluent German.
In front of him was a transparent, brilliant crystal cup, which emitted a lustrous, clear glow under the museum’s specially dimmed lighting.
Lin Yi’s gaze slowly slid from the crystal cup to Shen Beidao.
The fine gold threads on his velvet suit shimmered subtly, blending strangely with the ancient artifacts that had endured thousands of years of change. It was as if a thousand years of civilization were reflected around him, transforming him into a flowing, gentle, heirloom treasure.
His voice came through the microphone near his ear, deep and clear, carrying the composure characteristic of a scholar:
“Vor uns befindet sich der Kristallbecher aus der Zeit der Streitenden Reiche, ein nationales Kulturgut erster Klasse und das Prunkstück des Jiangzhou-Museums……”
(In front of us is the Warring States Crystal Cup, a first-class national cultural relic and the centerpiece of the Jiangzhou Museum. Excavated in Banshan Shitang in 1990, it is the largest early crystal artifact unearthed in China…)
Lin Yi couldn’t understand the complex German vocabulary at all. His entire attention was drawn to the opening and closing shape of Shen Beidao’s lips.
Those moderately thick lips moved slightly as he spoke, glowing with a healthy reddish hue under the light…
Lin Yi thought: What is he babbling about? His lips are so sexy.
He stood there in a daze until the main group followed Shen Beidao to the next exhibit. He was still immersed in the divine beauty he had just witnessed.
Snapping back to reality, Lin Yi looked at the crystal-clear cup in the display case and suddenly recalled what Shen Beidao had said in the car: “There’s red wine in the fridge in the back seat; you can try some…”
A thought uncontrollably popped into his head: If they were in the car right now, drinking that bottle of red wine, in the slightly tipsy atmosphere, perhaps he could use the alcohol as an excuse to… kiss those lips that looked so perfect for kissing?
This idea made Lin Yi shiver violently.
He looked around and realized that the previously crowded area had mostly cleared out, with only a few scattered tourists remaining.
“Not good, this is really not good!”
Lin Yi stopped his thoughts, realizing he might genuinely be developing an obsession with Shen Beidao. This intense attraction and longing exceeded any of his previous casual relationships.
Lin Yi told himself that to maintain the dominant position in a relationship, the prerequisite was not to get too invested, not to like the other person too much…
He forced himself to turn around, planning to go to the rest area to calm down and rethink his strategy.
However, the moment he took a step, his feet, unwilling to cooperate, stepped right back.
If Shen Beidao’s voice wasn’t so pleasant, I wouldn’t bother listening to all this rambling.
He mentally criticized him first, then quickly followed the group that had already moved far ahead.
At this moment, Shen Beidao was standing in front of a display case holding a pair of exquisite silver shoes, switching to Chinese to explain to a few individual visitors:
“These are the Southern Song Inscribed Silver Shoes, unearthed in 1974… Each shoe is welded together from three silver pieces. The toe is slightly upturned, and the sole is engraved with delicate line patterns and the name of an ancient woman.
According to research, this is likely the name of the tomb owner’s original wife. Engraving his lover’s name on the silver shoes buried with him expressed deep longing for his wife.”
His gaze inadvertently swept over the crowd, landing precisely on Lin Yi, who had just squeezed in.
The corner of Shen Beidao’s mouth curved slightly, and he immediately turned sideways, repeating the explanation in German for the foreign tourists:
“Dies sind silberne Schuhe mit Inschriften aus der Südlichen Song-Dynastie, die 1974 ausgegraben wurden…”
As soon as he finished, a German tourist asked with interest: “Excuse me, was that era monogamous?”
Shen Beidao answered calmly: “The Southern Song Dynasty practiced the System of One Husband, One Wife, and Multiple Concubines.”
“Then can this still be considered love, Mr. Shen?” The questioner’s good-natured teasing made several people around them laugh.
Shen Beidao’s expression remained gentle, and his voice was clear: “Ich glaube, dass die Aufrichtigkeit der Liebe nicht an der Quantiat gemessen werden sollte. Vielleicht war er mit vielen Menschen zusammen, bevor er seine wahre Liebe fand, und wir konnen das als eine Suche nach der Liebe bezeichnen.”
(I believe that the sincerity of love should not be measured by ‘quantity.’ Perhaps he was with many people before he found his true love, and we can define that as a journey of searching for love.)
He slightly turned his body, his gaze inadvertently sweeping in Lin Yi’s direction, and deliberately spoke the next sentence in Chinese:
“I think the matter of ‘love’ has nothing to do with how much experience one has. Before meeting true love, that is merely your right and freedom to search for love, not the standard by which true love is defined, nor does it participate in the final decision.”
After speaking, he explained this passage in German: “Die Liebe fragt nicht nach ihrem Ursprung,alles Vergangene ist nur ein Prozess, und er allein ist die Antwort.”
(Love does not ask about its origin. Everything in the past is merely a process, and he alone is the answer.)
The German tourists nodded thoughtfully after hearing this…
Lin Yi, standing in the crowd, fell into contemplation because of these words. Shen Beidao’s words gently opened a corner of his heart that had always been tightly locked.
He kept changing boyfriends, but it was actually just for a certain selfish idea…
Half an hour later, the lecture temporarily concluded.
Shen Beidao walked toward Lin Yi, who was sitting alone on a bench in the rest area, and handed him a bottle of mineral water: “What are you thinking about? I saw you spacing out.”
Lin Yi snapped back to attention, almost reflexively switching back to his usual bright smile: “Nothing! I just think you’re amazing.”
He took the water, his eyes sparkling: “Your German is so fluent, as standard as a broadcaster on TV.”
Shen Beidao sat down beside him, unscrewed his own bottle of water, and took a sip, saying casually: “My parents have lived in Germany for many years, and I studied there until I was fifteen, so German isn’t difficult for me.”
“Then… do you live alone now?”
The moment the words left his mouth, Lin Yi wanted to bite off his own tongue.
This question was too private, too eager!
However, Shen Beidao didn’t show any displeasure. He answered naturally: “Yes, I live in a complex near the university. I go home to cook lunch and dinner, and get some exercise.”
“You can cook too?” Lin Yi was a little surprised.
“Takeout isn’t very healthy.” Shen Beidao turned his head to look at him, “If you’re free sometime, you can come to my place, and I’ll cook for you…”
“How about today!” Lin Yi almost blurted out the answer, and he himself was stunned after saying it.
“Hmm?” Shen Beidao clearly hadn’t expected him to agree so readily and was momentarily unsure how to respond.
Lin Yi agreed to come over so easily? Was this… a good thing?
Seeing Shen Beidao’s slightly surprised expression, Lin Yi immediately added: “Is that too much of an intrusion?”
He lowered his eyes, nervously picking at the label on the mineral water bottle.
Who goes to their future boyfriend’s house on the first date? That’s way too eager!
“No…” Shen Beidao was about to say “not at all.”
“Um… there’s one more thing!” Lin Yi interrupted him as if suddenly remembering something, “I accidentally locked your car key inside the car.”
He rubbed his nose sheepishly, not daring to look Shen Beidao in the eye, “I just checked; we can call roadside assistance… I’ll pay the fee.”
Shen Beidao looked at his attempt to cover up the truth, and then recalled how eagerly he had just agreed to come to his house, instantly understanding.
The kid seemed to be deliberately creating an opportunity to spend more time with him.
This realization softened Shen Beidao’s heart slightly.
He glanced at his phone and automatically exited the ‘Mercedes me’ app, which could remotely unlock the car.
Lin Yi proactively called the rescue service, lowered his head, and handed the phone to Shen Beidao.
Shen Beidao cooperated and took the call: “Yes… it is… I don’t have a spare key. Shen Beidao, ID number is… Mm, okay.”
Shen Beidao handed the phone back to him expressionlessly, “I’ve contacted them. The rescue vehicle will take about an hour to arrive.”
“An hour, huh…” Lin Yi tried hard to make his tone sound like a simple statement, not suppressed delight.
“That’s quite a while. Should we go wander around outside? I saw a park nearby that looked pretty nice.”
Shen Beidao looked at the undisguised anticipation in his eyes and nodded, his voice gentle: “Alright.”