MRFD Chapter 22

This is really hard not to associate with.

It’s just that this post lacks too many details. Considering how vast this world is, similar events might not be unique. Rong Yi still doesn’t dare to jump to conclusions easily.

Especially the lengthy character descriptions in the middle, it’s a bit too much. Rong Yi is aware that ignoring gender, he does have decent looks, but he’s not worth being praised to this extent.

Looking at the posting date again made him even more hesitant.

Normally, if you want to express such feelings, it should be a few days after the incident, right? When that poster posted this, he had been living at Chen Ke Yao’s house for two days already, which doesn’t quite match.

Looking at the user profile, the poster filled in “female” in the first gender column.

Also, is vomiting considered a stress response?

So, everything combined seemed ambiguous, making it impossible to judge. After all, there is nothing new under the sun, and with the world being so big, it’s not strange for similar things to happen. But regardless, Rong Yi couldn’t help but want to reply to the post.

“Isn’t this just being sick? If you’re sick, can’t you go get treatment!”

He specially registered an account for this, but when he clicked reply, a prompt popped up asking him to verify his phone number. He patiently sent and received the verification code, and when he replied again, another prompt popped up asking him to complete forum tasks first. After completing the avatar and personal information settings according to the prompts, the indomitable Rong Yi replied again, and a prompt popped up saying that new users can only speak after twenty-four hours.

What a trash forum.

Rong Yi angrily closed the phone browser and went to bed.

The next day was Sunday, and Rong Yi, who had stayed up late, slept until noon again.

When he walked out of the room, Chen Ke Yao was on the phone in the living room. After their eyes met, he nodded at Rong Yi. Rong Yi felt inexplicably nervous and escaped into the bathroom without acknowledging him.

Although the external information didn’t match at all, he still couldn’t help but care whether that post was actually written by him.

Because there was a detail in the post that Rong Yi was particularly concerned about. That person said that what he couldn’t accept was not Omega themselves, but himself having feelings for an Omega.

Rong Yi didn’t remember the scene in the elevator the night before very clearly due to being drunk, but he did have some impression. Not actively mentioning it after waking up doesn’t mean he doesn’t care at all.

He was actually brooding over it. Chen Ke Yao, who said “we’re friends now,” was actually disgusted enough to vomit after being hugged by him. This was completely trampling on his self-esteem. Of course, Rong Yi didn’t believe that the guy said he was dizzy in the elevator afterwards.

But he didn’t want to deliberately expose him, because that would be like slapping himself in the face. He had also thought at the time that Chen Ke Yao was actually quite gentle at heart, unable to resist the instinctive disgust physically, but still knew to save him some face.

However, if that post was really written by Chen Ke Yao, then everything above would be invalid.

Chen Ke Yao’s denial at the time instantly became a cover-up. It may be unrelated to love, but at least in that moment, he had some other thoughts about himself.

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that “that post was indeed written by Chen Ke Yao.”

Rong Yi squeezed out half a tube of toothpaste in one go.

He stood in front of the mirror, frowning and immersed in his thoughts, unable to extricate himself, until he felt a sticky discomfort on his hands before he realized something was wrong.

After washing all the mint toothpaste off his hands, a large area of skin on his fingers and the back of his hand became cool. When he walked out of the bathroom, he subconsciously rubbed those parts on the fabric of his clothes around his waist, and then he noticed that Chen Ke Yao, who was still in the living room, was sitting on the sofa, covering his face with his hands, rubbing them back and forth on his cheeks.

Although the wound on his face had scabbed over, it hadn’t completely healed after all. Rong Yi was a little worried when he saw this, and subconsciously asked, “What are you doing?”

Chen Ke Yao looked up at him, then “slammed” himself back against the sofa back in a large font shape, looking like he had lost all hope in life.

“I was complained about by a parent,” he said.

“… What?”

“A parent complained about me, saying that I looked like a hooligan at first glance and couldn’t accept entrusting their child to me.”

“…”

“Don’t hold it back,” Chen Ke Yao glanced at him, “laugh if you want.”

So Rong Yi burst out laughing on the spot.

Chen Ke Yao frowned and looked at him helplessly as he bent over with laughter, and sighed, “I’m so wronged, shouldn’t this scar be considered a certificate of heroism for standing up for what’s right?”

“Did your organization explain to the parents?” Rong Yi sat down beside him and asked.

“Explained, it seems like they added fuel to the fire, saying that I was injured while fighting with a gangster on the road to bravely save a child,” Chen Ke Yao said, “but it doesn’t seem to be very effective.”

The Rong Yi child who was bravely saved thought for a while: “… Or should I go give you a banner now?”

“No need,” Chen Ke Yao waved his hand with a bitter face, “I’m on vacation.”

Rong Yi was stunned: “Eh?”

“It wasn’t just that one parent who complained,” Chen Ke Yao sighed, “it seems like there were a few parents who came to visit together that day, and they were originally planning to sign up, but when they saw me, they left.”

“…”

“Laugh if you want, why bother twisting your face like that.”

“I’m sorry, but…” Rong Yi covered his mouth, “Pfft…”

“Do I look that scary now?” Chen Ke Yao looked very unconvinced, “I think it’s okay when I look in the mirror.”

“… Do you want to hear the truth?” Rong Yi asked.

Chen Ke Yao said very decisively: “Don’t want to.”

“Uh… actually it’s okay, not very scary.” Rong Yi said.

“Do you know,” Chen Ke Yao said, “that day a child cried on the spot after seeing me, and refused to continue the class and wanted to go back to find his mother.”

“…”

“… I told you to laugh if you want.”

Rong Yi quickly shook his head.

Although his expression was indeed tangled for a moment just now, he wasn’t holding back his laughter. It sounds really funny, but for Chen Ke Yao, who wholeheartedly loves children, the blow from this incident should still be quite big.

He also bears a lot of responsibility for the injury on his face, so Rong Yi inevitably feels a little guilty.

Chen Ke Yao grabbed a cushion from beside him and hugged it: “I was originally the second most popular teacher voted by the children in our school.”

Rong Yi, whose mood had just become serious, spat it out again on the spot.

When Chen Ke Yao squinted at him, he tried to suppress his laughter and clapped his hands in a pretentious manner: “Amazing, amazing, Teacher Chen is really awesome.”

“I was really popular,” Chen Ke Yao was particularly concerned for some reason, “don’t you believe me?”

Of course Rong Yi believed it.

He is good-looking, gentle, and looks very capable. Children have no resistance to such elders. When he went to visit before, although his filter was thick, he could also see that many children did indeed admire Teacher Chen wholeheartedly.

It’s just that when he thinks of that day, he will naturally think of what happened in the parking lot afterwards.

Rong Yi suddenly frowned, which indeed caused Chen Ke Yao’s misunderstanding.

He stood up from the sofa, holding the cushion and ran to his room: “Wait a minute, I’ll show you something.”

“Ah?” Rong Yi was stunned, “Your second place award for being popular?”

When Chen Ke Yao came out of the room again, he was holding a photo frame in addition to the cushion.

Rong Yi was shocked, he actually framed this kind of thing?

“Look,” Chen Ke Yao handed the photo frame to him, “isn’t it cute?”

Rong Yi reached out to take it, and after seeing the contents of the picture in the frame, he was a little confused for a while.

The content of this painting that Chen Ke Yao specially framed is really unflattering. Many crooked little people are lined up in order, looking a bit like they are taking a group photo, and each person’s chest is also written with a name.

“Your students drew it?”

“Yes,” Chen Ke Yao sat down beside him and pointed to the tallest of the little people, “This is me.”

I can see that, it also says Teacher Chen on it.

“A birthday present from my students from my last class,” Chen Ke Yao said, “a few of them who have a good relationship secretly prepared it. Each person drew themselves and left a blank space for me to fill myself in when they gave it to me. Isn’t it cute?”

Rong Yi looked down at the distorted stick figure with the three characters “Teacher Chen” written on its chest: “… Did you draw this person?”

Chen Ke Yao nodded: “Yes, you can see that the handwriting is different.”

The handwriting is indeed good-looking, forming a sharp contrast with the children’s wobbly handwriting. But this painting level has not been able to widen the gap with the children. To some extent, it can be regarded as a gift.

Teacher Chen obviously likes this gift very much, so he specially paired it with a frame. Rong Yi hasn’t been to his room, but he was able to take it out so quickly, so this painting is probably hanging in a conspicuous position.

Does always being with children make you become innocent and cute too?

Rong Yi looked at Chen Ke Yao, who was obviously a little proud, and felt a little complicated. He lowered his head and coughed softly, “Well… anyway, the wound will always heal. Then you can still continue to be your king of the kids.”

“Hey,” Chen Ke Yao sighed, “I hope it’ll be soon.”

Rong Yi nodded, suddenly remembering something he had been very curious about for a while but couldn’t find an opportunity to ask: “Then wouldn’t you have no income during this time?”

“You don’t have to worry about that, going to class twice a week doesn’t earn much money anyway,” Chen Ke Yao said, “this isn’t my main job, I can still afford to buy groceries.”

Rong Yi quickly took the opportunity to ask, “Then what is your main job…?”

This person wakes up at noon every day and doesn’t go to work on weekdays, Rong Yi has been wondering what he is doing.

“Uh…” Chen Ke Yao looked like he didn’t want to say, “It’s a job that temporarily doesn’t starve you as long as you rely on the wisdom of your brain.”

“…”

Seeing Rong Yi’s subtle expression, he said again: “I’m just an ordinary freelancer.”

“…”

Chen Ke Yao added again: “Legal.”

“Never mind if you don’t want to say.” Rong Yi stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

At the same time, he secretly pondered in his heart. Chen Ke Yao seems to be financially well-off, has a lot of income, and doesn’t need to go out most of the time, and seems quite leisurely. Not like a designer, not like a full-time stock investor, and even less like an online store owner.

What else could he be doing? Could he be a full-time landlord? But that doesn’t require any wisdom.

After opening the refrigerator with doubts, Rong Yi found that the yogurt he bought last night seemed to be gone again.

And outside the kitchen, came the voice of a suspected habitual offender of yogurt theft: “I want to eat small ribs soup for dinner!”

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Rong Yi: Wait, does this person really have a wise brain???