PPS Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Professor Qin

Chu Zhaoyi, deeply in love, refused Gu Yusen’s invitation to go to work with him.

The little autistic person, who had been out for three or four days straight, needed rest.

He wouldn’t step out of this door for the next month!

The abandoned Little Gu went to work at the company, counting down the days on the calendar, wondering when his parents would return and when his semester would start.

Chu Zhaoyi’s wish didn’t come true. Three days later, Gu Yusen dragged him to Mason’s office, and two days after that, Gu Yusen dragged him to the hearing aid store.

While waiting for Gu Yusen to park in front of the store, the owner of the flower shop next door even gave him a red rose.

Chu Zhaoyi got angry, and Gu Yusen coaxed him while leading him away.

Chu Zhaoyi placed the roses Gu Yusen used to coax him in a vase by the living room window, filling it to the brim. Gu Yusen then placed an empty vase next to it.

Gu Yusen, dragging two large suitcases, stood in front of Chu Zhaoyi and said,

“School starts for you the day after tomorrow.”

“I don’t want to!” Chu Zhaoyi was very resistant to the idea.

“Whether you want to or not, you have to go. You don’t have to live in the dorms. I have an apartment next to the school. It’s not a big place, so I don’t have much space. I’ve turned the study into a painting studio for you, but I need to put a desk in there. You can’t refuse.”

Gu Yusen was being dictatorial and authoritarian. He didn’t usually stay at the old house because it was too far from the school. His parents lived there, and he only came back during vacations. He’d only been staying there recently during the summer break.

He had originally lived alone in the apartment, so he had converted it into a two-bedroom apartment with one bedroom and one study. The bedroom was easy since this Chu Zhaoyi, who coveted his body, had climbed into Little Gu’s bed on the very first day he arrived at the Gu family’s residence.

There was no need for any extra preparations.

As for the painting studio, he just converted the study and left a desk for himself. Anyway, he didn’t need the bookshelves that were originally in the study; he only used them for show.

“No way, I don’t want to go to school!”

Gu Yusen had a headache. “Back when you were applying to university, your high school homeroom teacher recommended you to a teacher at A University, and you got in as an art student through a special admission.”

“You chose to go to school yourself. Now, why are you going back on your word, Mr. Chu Zhaoyi?”

“I went to university to find Brother Sanmu!” Chu Zhaoyi said, righteously and loudly, standing in front of Gu Yusen, looking fierce.

In other words, I’ve already found you, I’ve already climbed into your bed, why do I still need to go to school?

Little autistic people shouldn’t go to school.

“…You, you should be more reserved, you shameless thing,” Gu Yusen was rendered speechless by Chu Zhaoyi’s words and almost choked on his own saliva, his face turning red.

Sure enough, Chu Zhaoyi was deeply in love with him.

Not hiding it at all.

Not knowing how to be reserved.

“I just don’t want to go to school!!!” Chu Zhaoyi shouted loudly, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Gu Yusen took a step back, trying to avoid the sonic attack, and revealed a smile as he watched Chu Zhaoyi’s expected reaction.

“Chu Zhaoyi, my parents will be back in a couple of days. I’ll be living in the apartment. If you don’t go to school, then you can stay here at the old house with my parents.”

Chu Zhaoyi visibly slumped his shoulders, his expression changing over and over. Finally, he huffily walked to the window, picked up his two vases, and headed for the door, one in each arm.

“I hate you!!!”

Gu Yusen leisurely followed behind him.

Hmph, little one, manipulating you is easy as pie.

*

A University.

“School starts tomorrow, Professor Qin. Have you heard from the good seedling you’re taking this year? Teacher Liu’s students have already moved in early.”

This fifty-year-old Professor Qin had a head of slightly mottled silver-gray hair, combed meticulously. His facial features were distinct, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes recorded the traces of time and the refinement of art.

“Hmph! Of course, he contacted me. He’s coming tomorrow!”

Professor Qin looked at the friend request on his phone that had been pending for a long time.

Stubborn as a mule.

A person lives for their reputation.

How would he face people if he admitted it?