Wild School Boy Was Picked Up And Brought Home By His Professor Chapter 11
byChapter 11 Doberman x Little Rabbit
Hot Topic: What happened to couples who got together after only knowing each other for a few days?
[1F] Please don’t measure feelings by the length of time. Relationships that aren’t right will fail no matter how long they last, but if it’s right, love at first sight can last a lifetime.
[2F] Thanks for the invite. My husband and I got together three days after meeting. We registered our marriage within a year, and now our baby is sleeping right next to us.
[3F] Broke up.
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Hot Topic: If my boyfriend has a rich dating history and got together with me after only knowing me for a few days, does he really love me?
[1F] Who doesn’t have a past! You have to observe slowly.
[20F] LOL, flash dating and flash marriage are trending now. The pure love warriors are falling flat on their faces~
[36F] The Sudden Attack of Dead Memories: Flash married back then, now fighting over the dog in court.
[45F] I don’t know if it’s love, but you guys have turned this thread into a soap opera, hahaha.
[58F] A Precious Footage of Early Human Attempts to Tame the Love-Struck Brain.
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[378F] Good read, love it, post more, ahhhhh!
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“Professor Shen? Professor Shen?”
Shen Beidao subconsciously pressed his phone screen dark, raised his eyes, and a trace of focused attention he hadn’t managed to conceal remained: “Hmm?”
Fang Yu, a female teacher from the same school, stood beside his desk, a probing smile on her face: “What good thing are you thinking about? You’re distracted so early in the morning. I’ve called you several times.”
Shen Beidao quickly reverted to his usual calm and composed demeanor, tapping lightly on the darkened phone screen: “Nothing, just some family matters.”
Fang Yu handed a document to him, leaning naturally against the edge of his desk to close the distance between them: “Want to grab dinner together tonight? I know a newly opened Japanese restaurant; the taste is very authentic.”
Shen Beidao leaned back slightly, avoiding the overly close proximity, his gaze falling on the document: “What is this file?”
Fang Yu subtly frowned, then straightened up: “Oh, it’s a translation and publishing project. The department head asked me for your opinion, to see if you’re interested.”
Shen Beidao took the document but didn’t open it immediately: “I’m not sure if I have the time. I’ve been quite busy lately.”
“Busy?” Fang Yu sounded confused. “Third-year students are encouraged to intern, and classes have been cut in half. You should be more relaxed than before, shouldn’t you? This project is related to professional title evaluation; it would be good to take it on.”
As for the advantages of the project Fang Yu added afterward, Shen Beidao barely registered them.
Busy?
He was indeed busy.
Busy falling in love, busy figuring out how to soothe a little rabbit who seemed carefree but was actually sensitive, busy thinking about how to make that rabbit willing to be a little clingier, instead of being like this…
Since Lin Yi expressed his feelings that morning, the two hadn’t met all week.
Lin Yi was caught up in his busy coursework.
This week, their mode of maintaining the relationship was fixed and regular: Shen Beidao always called at nine in the evening, and the call duration was usually between ten and twenty minutes.
Lin Yi answered every call, his voice carrying the unique vitality of youth: complaining about homework, sharing interesting anecdotes, but never overstepping boundaries, and never initiating contact.
This one-sided communication made Shen Beidao clearly feel a subtle sense of passivity.
An inexplicable feeling of suspension prompted him to start browsing various relationship forums involuntarily, trying to find references in other people’s stories.
“Professor Shen, what do you think?” Fang Yu’s voice interrupted his thoughts.
Shen Beidao had only caught fragments of the conversation and thought she was asking about the project itself, so he responded smoothly: “Mhm, it’s quite good.”
Fang Yu was taken aback. She had clearly just been analyzing the potential difficulties of the project.
She glanced at Shen Beidao, who was clearly out of it, said no more, and returned to her own desk.
Shen Beidao unlocked his phone again, the screen still paused on the anonymous relationship forum page.
Shen Beidao posted a question under the hot topic: My current boyfriend has had sixty-five previous partners. How can I make him forget all his ex-boyfriends?
[1F] 65 partners??? Are you sure,楼主 (OP)?
OP’s reply to 1F: Yes, I accidentally saw his WeChat chat history. The highest numbered contact was 65.
[2F] Does your current boyfriend have some KPI he needs to meet? Is he collecting stamps here?
[3F] He still has his ex-boyfriends’ WeChat after breaking up? OP is in danger, danger, danger! Long time no see…
OP’s reply to 3F: You can be friends after breaking up. It shouldn’t be love.
[4F] ???? OP, did you learn this logic from a scumbag?
[5F] I suggest installing 360 Security Guard directly on his head to clear the ex-partner cache with one click!
[6F] OP, I’m going to be blunt. This is clearly a seasoned scumbag. Run away quickly for your own safety!
OP’s reply to 6F: Please don’t talk about him like that. Your words are indeed unpleasant.
[7F] ????
[8F] OP is kind of interesting, hhhhh.
[9F] Let me calculate 65 partners? If spread over ten years, that’s an average of 6.5 per year, 0.54 per month. It doesn’t seem too exaggerated?
[10F] The math teacher of the person above must have been a gym teacher, right?
[11F] Pay attention to the question, everyone! OP asked how to make the boyfriend forget all his ex-boyfriends. Key point: forget all! You people advising a breakup are missing the point!
OP’s reply to 11F: Yes, I’d like to hear more.
[12F] Personal suggestion: You should also become a member of his ex-boyfriend list, so you’ll have the standing to crush all the exes.
OP’s reply to 12F: Improper. This plan is not feasible.
[13F] Is OP a time traveler from the Qing Dynasty? You speak so formally, so stiffly. How old are you?
OP’s reply to 13F: Not the Qing Dynasty. He is 22, a student. I am 30, a teacher.
[14F] Holy cow! Teacher-student relationship?!
[15F] I’m eating this gossip up!
[16F] If it’s a teacher-student relationship, it’s easy! Use your position to find a legitimate reason to control him, like academics or internship reports, and slowly domesticate him into a… well, a good student who revolves around you!
[17F] A 22-year-old student should be relatively poor, right? Buy some expensive gifts he wouldn’t buy himself? Use material things to influence him?
OP’s reply to 17F: Thank you for the suggestion, but he doesn’t seem to lack money.
[18F] OP seems kind of dull. Can you really satisfy an energetic young person in their twenties?
[19F] No personal attacks! OP is not obligated to disclose that.
OP: I am male, and my boyfriend is also male. We are gay.
OP: I can satisfy him.
[20F] ????????
[21F] Huh? Satisfy what (ears perked up)?
[22F] Then it’s even simpler! For this kind of young and vigorous Bottom, you just need to show the charm and stamina of a mature man, so he doesn’t have the energy or inclination to think about his exes!
[23F] Colloquially known as: Fuck him senseless.
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Shen Beidao seriously browsed through these diverse suggestions, gradually coming to a realization.
He opened Lin Yi’s WeChat, hesitating whether to send a message asking what Lin Yi was doing, or to call him directly for a chat.
But he worried that too frequent contact would make this “30-year-old uncle” seem annoying to the young man.
The phone screen suddenly lit up. The caller ID was [Lin Yi].
Shen Beidao immediately stood up, his finger quickly swiping the answer button, while striding toward the balcony connected to his office.
His movements were slightly rushed, even accidentally knocking over a nearby chair, which made a soft “clatter.”
This rare lapse in composure caused Fang Yu to look at him in surprise. She had never seen Shen Beidao so reckless and eager.
“Shen Beidao?” Lin Yi’s voice came through the phone, sounding a little tired but cheerful:
“It’s a coincidence, I’m about to start my internship, and my dad… um…
The company I’m joining is right next to Jiangzhou University, about eight hundred meters away. I just finished the onboarding process and was wondering if we could have lunch together? Is that okay?”
Shen Beidao opened his mouth. The affirmative word circled in his throat, but he was half a beat slow in saying it.
Lin Yi waited a second, and when he didn’t hear an immediate response, his voice dropped slightly: “If you’re busy, forget it. I… I’ll just find my friends for lunch. It’s okay…”
“Lin Yi.” Shen Beidao interrupted him, his voice sounding particularly deep through the phone line. “What am I to you?”
The other end paused, seemingly not expecting him to ask that, then came a slightly uncertain reply: “My boyfriend?”
“So,” Shen Beidao leaned against the balcony railing, looking down at the bustling campus below, “do I have any reason to refuse you?”
This question stumped Lin Yi.
Shen Beidao continued, as if stating a theorem: “As your boyfriend, regarding eating together, you don’t need to use an inquiring tone. You can directly inform me, or issue a notice.”
He paused, a hint of undetectable tenderness injected into his voice, “A qualified partner, whether busy or not, will make time to be with his boyfriend.”
Lin Yi: “I…”
Oh my god! Was this still the taciturn Shen Beidao?
So domineering. I love it.
Lin Yi: “Then can I try the food at your school cafeteria? I heard it’s delicious.”
Hearing this, Shen Beidao rubbed his forehead helplessly.
He had to admit again that there was indeed a cute generation gap between the thinking patterns of a 22-year-old and a 30-year-old.
Ignoring all the various restaurants outside, he was interested in the university cafeteria instead.
“Fine,” he agreed, his tone indulgent. “I’ll wait for you at the South Gate of the school.”
After hanging up, Shen Beidao pondered for a moment, borrowed a set of well-fitting school uniform from a student management department he knew, put on a baseball cap and a mask, covering most of his attention-grabbing face.
When he appeared at the South Gate in this “student” disguise, Lin Yi was already waiting there.
He was still dressed in his usual simple hoodie and jeans, but because the weather had turned cooler, he wore a black leather vest over it, making him look cool and handsome.
However, Shen Beidao keenly noticed that Lin Yi didn’t exude the carefree vitality of the previous week. A faint, strained gloom seemed to linger between his brows.
After meeting up, they went to the Linjiang Restaurant cafeteria, which had received good reviews.
Lin Yi enthusiastically ordered a bowl of spicy hot pot. Shen Beidao looked at the food, which was clearly outside his healthy eating regimen, and frowned slightly, but ultimately ordered an identical one, simply wanting to eat with Lin Yi.
“Wow, the spicy hot pot at your school tastes really good!” Lin Yi slurped a wide noodle.
“If you like it, come again next time.”
Shen Beidao looked at him and said gently.
“There’ll be a next time?”
“Of course. You can come whenever you want…”
“Shen Beidao.” Lin Yi suddenly put down his chopsticks, his expression becoming serious.
He hesitated for a few seconds, then looked directly into Shen Beidao’s eyes, “Are you… hiding something from me?”
Lin Yi: The meal is over, and some things need to be said.
Shen Beidao frowned: Did he find out? Was my school uniform too new and ill-fitting? Or did he notice the flaw in Li Rui’s student ID card?
He remained calm: “Why do you ask that?”
“Are you gay?” Lin Yi’s question was so direct it caught Shen Beidao off guard. “Were you born liking men?”
So that’s what he was asking.
Shen Beidao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, carefully choosing his words, and answered seriously: “Before I met you, I never developed romantic feelings for anyone, male or female, and I had no expectations for marriage. But after meeting you…”
“Liar.” Lin Yi interrupted him, his eyes chilling slightly.
Shen Beidao’s brows furrowed: “…”
Lin Yi stood up: “I must be so lucky, right? You don’t like men, and you don’t like women, but you just happen to like me? How did I run into such a one-in-a-million low-probability event?”
Shen Beidao heard the strong sarcasm and dissatisfaction in his tone and immediately stood up to follow him.
As he stood up, he subconsciously pulled the brim of his cap lower and raised his mask higher.
He reached out to grab Lin Yi’s wrist, but the other man violently shook him off.
“Lin Yi, is there some misunderstanding?” Shen Beidao tried to explain.
“Misunderstanding?” Lin Yi sneered, “Do you also think dating a man is embarrassing? That’s why you’re covering yourself up so tightly! You even said you had a cold! But you…”
“You don’t have a runny nose at all, and your voice doesn’t sound like you have a cold!”
Lin Yi hated pretense the most. If he couldn’t accept it, he could have told him or rejected him. But he agreed to be together, yet he covered himself up so tightly when going out.
Shen Beidao strode quickly behind him, “I really am feeling a bit unwell and was afraid of infecting you.”
“Hmph.” Lin Yi clearly didn’t believe him, pushed him away again, and walked toward the cafeteria exit.
Shen Beidao looked at his resolute back, the anxiety that had been suppressed all week growing heavier in his heart. The suggestions from the forum instantly intertwined, almost breaking through his rationality.
He caught up in a few steps, and this time, it wasn’t a gentle pull, but a forceful, irresistible grip, pulling Lin Yi back.
In Lin Yi’s astonished gaze, right at the busy entrance of the cafeteria, Shen Beidao tightly wrapped one arm around his waist, lowered his head, and covered the lips that were slightly parted in anger.
“Mmm…” Lin Yi had not expected Shen Beidao to make such a move in public.
He began to struggle, hitting Shen Beidao’s firm chest hard with both hands, trying to push him away.
Amidst Lin Yi’s struggle and resistance, he tore off his mask and bit his lip…
Shen Beidao’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently with his heavy breathing. He wasn’t calm at all; it was all an act.
The surroundings instantly fell silent for a moment, then erupted in scattered gasps. Countless passing eyes focused on the two male students. Two passing girls covered their mouths in surprise, and some students had already secretly taken out their phones, snapping pictures of this eye-catching and explosive scene…
Lin Yi was kissed until his body went soft. The hands that had been pushing against the other man’s chest gradually lost strength, his fingertips unconsciously curling, turning into a dependent posture of tightly clutching the fabric on Shen Beidao’s chest, wrinkling his school uniform.
He was confined in Shen Beidao’s fervent embrace, his sneakers helplessly shuffling forward, accidentally stepping on Shen Beidao’s clean white sneakers, leaving a half-blurred shoe print, much like the relationship they shared—one that dared not be public yet longed to be declared.
It wasn’t until the surrounding chatter became increasingly clear, mixed with shutter sounds and whispers, that Shen Beidao barely recovered a sliver of rationality from the intoxicating moment.
Love, indeed, makes people lose control. The forum users were right.
He ended the lingering kiss, his breathing still uneven, and pulled his mask back up.
Beneath the brim of the black baseball cap, his flushed ears showed a warm color of shyness, and even the tiny blood vessels on his earlobes were clearly visible. He asked in a low voice: “Can I prove I’m not a liar now?”
Lin Yi was no longer listless, his eyes bright, but he still said angrily in a small voice: “…Not a liar, a big liar.”
This slightly spoiled gesture made a smile spread in Shen Beidao’s eyes. “You are so cute.”
He ignored the various strange looks around them, tightly held Lin Yi’s hand, and whispered: “I like it when you act spoiled around me.”
Lin Yi warned softly: “Shen Beidao!…”
Before he could say the next sentence, Lin Yi felt a sense of social death and quickly pulled him to walk outside.
Lin Yi’s strength wasn’t great, yet Shen Beidao was pulled along, his steps staggering.
In his swaying vision, he clearly saw that the hand that should have been effortlessly in control was now obediently led by Lin Yi.
This realization made Shen Beidao’s Adam’s apple bob.
He thought of the image of a handsome, noble owner loosely holding a leather leash, leading a Doberman through a crowd.