Wild School Boy Was Picked Up And Brought Home By His Professor Chapter 2
byChapter 2 Eiland
When Lin Yi approached, bringing with him a fresh, clean scent of soapberry, the man’s long fingers, poised over the keyboard, froze mid-air.
Time seemed to stretch infinitely.
He could distinctly feel the warm, youthful vitality radiating from the young man as he drew near, and the lingering dampness left by the fleeting kiss.
He didn’t push him away; that would be contrary to his thirty years of upbringing.
He simply turned his head very slowly, his gaze settling on Lin Yi’s smiling face. His heart hammered uncontrollably in his chest.
This young man was too dazzling, like a sudden burst of light crashing into his meticulously ordered world.
“Are you… a student at Jiangzhou University?”
This was the first sentence he spoke, his voice steadier than he expected.
Lin Yi smiled for a moment.
The ‘good boy’ who went by the ID Marco Boba Tea online, who loved to flirt and persistently begged for a meeting, was now sitting upright, looking at him with a serious expression.
This stark contrast struck Lin Yi as highly amusing.
“Oh, I’m not…” He paused slightly, as if considering whether to tell the truth, before clearly articulating a few words: “I’m a student at the National Academy of Fine Arts.”
Hearing this, the man’s distinctly jointed fingers lightly touched the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose again, and he responded flatly, “Mm.”
This indifferent reaction surprised Lin Yi somewhat.
Lin Yi was just wondering if he should be more proactive.
But then he heard the other man continue in his cool voice: “National Academy of Fine Arts… an art student?”
Lin Yi replied earnestly, “Yes, that’s right.”
They were both adults; they had both meticulously prepared their attire for this meeting. What should happen next ought to be mutually understood.
He wanted to see how long this man, who was outwardly proper but secretly called him “Gege,” could keep up the pretense.
The man looked straight at him, as if genuinely stating an objective fact. After a pause, he said, “Jiangzhou University happens to have a project involving the arts recently. If you’re interested, you can come listen to a Lecture.”
“A Lecture?”
Lin Yi subtly raised an eyebrow and leaned forward imperceptibly, closing the distance between them once more.
He lowered his voice, wrapping it in threads of amusement: “So… student, are you inviting me… on a date?”
Although the Lecture sounded incredibly boring, Lin Yi would be very interested if it meant going with him.
The man looked at the face so close to his, clearly seeing his long, thick eyelashes and the shimmering light in those Peach Blossom Eyes.
His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, but his expression remained calm: “Mm.”
Lin Yi pressed his advantage: “Then what kind of date? Boyfriend?”
He expected to see a look of embarrassment or panic, as this direct, provocative approach had always worked for him.
However, the man remained composed.
He met Lin Yi’s ambiguous gaze, and a faint smile flickered in his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses.
“At the Academy of Fine Arts, you must have learned,” the man continued unhurriedly, his tone even carrying a hint of gentle guidance, “that action itself is the most direct definition of identity.”
“…” Lin Yi was slightly taken aback. Was he referring to the incident where I just stole a kiss?
The man’s tone grew even gentler: “So, student, how do you wish me to define our relationship going forward?”
“The way you put that is… quite novel…” Beneath Lin Yi’s deliberately lighthearted tone was a subtle, hard-to-detect tension.
He’s turning the question back on me? I don’t want to give you any identity so quickly.
It seems I’ve truly met a master this time.
His words sound much more sophisticated than my fabricated “sixty-sixth boyfriend” status.
…
The two sat opposite each other like this. The atmosphere was less like an ambiguous first meeting between online acquaintances.
Instead, it felt like negotiating a multi-million dollar business deal, with both sides probing and weighing their options.
Lin Yi had never encountered this type of man before.
Most of his previous partners were direct and passionate, their desires written on their faces, and their communication stayed on the same dimension.
The man before him, however, was like a distant mountain shrouded in mist, feeling completely out of sync with his communication channel.
However, this hard-to-control “uniqueness” and extreme “contrast” ignited a fierce desire for conquest in Lin Yi.
He enjoyed gnawing on hard bones like this, savoring the process of pulling the “Flower of the High Peak” down to the mortal world.
Lin Yi was about to proactively ask for contact information when he suddenly remembered his phone was left in the taxi: “Could I borrow your…”
The man spoke at the same time: “What would you like to drink?”
Man: “Borrow what?”
Lin Yi: “Iced Americano.”
They spoke in unison again.
This unexpected synchronicity made Lin Yi pause. He then explained, “I accidentally left my phone in the taxi. Would it be convenient for me to borrow yours to make a call?”
He didn’t ask further, simply unlocking his phone and handing it over.
His phone’s home screen was clean and simple, with almost no entertainment apps, only necessary work software, fitting his first impression.
“Thank you.”
Lin Yi took the phone, which still held the man’s body heat, and started dialing his own number.
The busy signal rang out, clear and distinct in the quiet coffee shop.
He called five or six times continuously, but no one answered.
Thinking of the precious photos stored on that phone, Lin Yi genuinely started to feel anxious. He blurted out subconsciously, “Marco Boba Tea, do you think the driver won’t want to return it to me? Or maybe the next passenger just picked it up…”
He stopped abruptly mid-sentence, then looked at the man with a hint of chagrin.
The man fully captured his fleeting emotion, as well as that crucially important nickname—Marco Boba Tea.
After analyzing the situation, he roughly understood today’s mix-up: it seemed this dazzling young man was here to meet an online friend, and he had been mistaken for the netizen named “Marco Boba Tea.”
A subtle emotion, a mix of relief and even deeper interest, spread through the man’s heart.
This was a beautiful misunderstanding, giving him a chance to approach the person who had caught his eye. It seemed quite good.
The man closed his laptop and gently reassured him, “Don’t rush.”
“Waiting here isn’t a solution.”
As the man looked up, he saw a student walk in, talking on the phone and looking for a seat.
He picked up his laptop and the few Original German Texts beside it, tidied them up, and said to Lin Yi, “Your family or friends might worry more if they can’t reach you. There’s a phone store next door. Let’s go buy an emergency phone first. That will also make it easier for you to track down your original one.”
Lin Yi: “No need, no need, I…”
“Don’t misunderstand,” his voice was gentle, making it hard to refuse. “This isn’t a gift, just a tool to help you. Once you find your original phone, you can return it to me in any form.”
He didn’t give Lin Yi much time to hesitate. He naturally stood up and picked up the light jacket draped over the back of his chair.
As he walked past Lin Yi, he reached out very naturally and lightly placed a hand on Lin Yi’s shoulder, maintaining a polite, appropriate distance: “Let’s go.”
It was only at the moment the man approached that Lin Yi truly registered his physique.
He was half a head taller than the 180cm Lin Yi, likely reaching 190cm.
Their body types and temperaments were also completely different.
He had the typical inverted triangle physique—broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a well-developed chest—only achievable through regular strength training. Clothed in a well-tailored shirt, he exuded a sense of steady, reliable mature masculine strength.
Lin Yi, while tall with long legs and the superior three-to-seven Model Face proportions, had overly pale skin and a slender frame. His muscle lines leaned toward a smooth, youthful aesthetic, making him look more like a fashion supermodel pursuing extreme leanness on the runway from behind.
Inside the phone store, Lin Yi casually selected a mid-range phone.
The man said nothing. Once Lin Yi made his choice, he stepped forward and paid with his card, his movements decisive and without any hint of showing off, as if he were simply completing a mundane task.
“Thank you. I’ll transfer the money back to you when I get home.”
Lin Yi reiterated that he disliked owing favors, especially material ones like this.
“Mm,” he nodded indifferently.
“By the way, we’ve talked for so long, but I still don’t know your real name?”
Lin Yi asked casually, but he was secretly calculating. Knowing his real name would allow him to find more information.
“Shen Beidao.”
“Then… could you leave me your number? It’ll be easier for me to contact you to repay the money, and since my phone is lost, I can’t log into my game account temporarily.”
“Alright.” Shen Beidao recited a string of numbers.
…
That evening, Lin Yi returned to his apartment in Jiangzhou.
Lin Yi temporarily got a new SIM card.
He continuously called his old number and sent a text message saying, “Heavy reward for return,” hoping the person would give it back.
He couldn’t log into the game account tied to his old phone, which made him irritable.
Fortunately, he had Shen Beidao’s contact information, so he wouldn’t lose touch with “Marco Boba Tea.”
He used his new phone’s WeChat to search for Shen Beidao’s number, and a user named “Eiland” popped up.
The profile picture was a deep blue sea with an isolated island in the center.
“Eiland?” Lin Yi murmured the unfamiliar word, typing it into the browser search bar.
[Eiland: German, meaning ‘Island’]
He softly read the definition, a smile playing on his lips: “Island… Shen Beidao? Quite fitting.”
He clicked to add him as a friend, typing in the remark field:
[It’s me, the one who was rude and forgot to tell you my real name. I’m Lin Yi, Mr. Eiland, can you accept?]
Immediately after sending the request, two consecutive notifications popped up at the top of his phone screen.
[That Man] sent 2 messages
Lin Yi instantly felt annoyed but still opened the chat box.
[That Man] [Transfer]
[That Man] What are you busy with?
[That Man] I’ll be in Jiangzhou next Tuesday. Are you free to meet?
[That Man] I heard you have a new boyfriend. You can bring him along; I’ll treat you both to dinner.
Lin Yi stared at the screen, his eyes cold.
He casually clicked ‘Receive’ on the transfer, as if it were just a string of meaningless numbers.
Lin Yi typed his reply:
[The Rude One] Thanks, I’m very busy, sorry!
[That Man] We haven’t seen each other in half a year. I miss you. Please don’t refuse me.
[The Rude One] But I really have something to do… (Deleted)
[The Rude One] Address, let me check the distance… (Deleted)
Just then, a new WeChat notification appeared:
Eiland has accepted your friend request.
Lin Yi exited the chat page with [That Man] and clicked into the newly added conversation box with the deep blue sea profile picture.
[Eiland] “German Artist Lecture Schedule”
[Eiland] The Lecture is next Tuesday at 2 PM, Report Hall 1, Jiangzhou University. Does the time work for you?
Lin Yi looked at the screen, the corners of his mouth curving up unconsciously.
But he didn’t intend to appear overly compliant.
[The Rude One] Next Tuesday? I need to check if I have class that day [Thinking]
In fact, his semester didn’t start until the Monday after next; he had no classes this week at all.
He said this to test Shen Beidao’s attitude, to see if the other man would take the initiative.
He actually enjoyed the feeling of being pursued and valued.
He deliberately waited a few minutes before sending another message:
[The Rude One] Student Shen, I’m so sorry. I just checked my schedule. I have a full morning of classes next Tuesday, so I might not make the afternoon Lecture.
After sending the message, he waited. Before long, Shen Beidao quickly responded:
[Eiland] If you don’t mind, I can drive to pick you up.
[The Rude One] That would be great, thank you.
[The Rude One] [Thank you emoji]
[Eiland] You’re welcome.
[Eiland] Did you find your phone?
[The Rude One] Not yet [Sigh]
[The Rude One] [Transfer] The money for the phone. Thank you for today!
Shen Beidao did not accept the transfer.
The conversation seemed to pause there; Shen Beidao didn’t send any new messages.
This sense of appropriate restraint surprised Lin Yi, and he felt a little teased.
He rarely encountered a man who wasn’t eager to show excessive devotion and even knew when to be silent.
He clicked back into the conversation page with [That Man].
He typed the location of [Deer Island Coffee (Jiangzhou University Branch)] into the search bar and sent it.
[The Rude One] Noon, twelve o’clock, meet here.
He wanted to see what expression he would make if he showed up with a “new boyfriend.”
And Shen Beidao, this seemingly impossibly perfect “temporary actor,” was undoubtedly the best candidate.
As for whether Shen Beidao would cooperate?
Lin Yi wasn’t worried; he had his ways of getting the other man to agree.
*
Tuesday, 11:26 AM
A black Mercedes SUV was parked on the roadside near the National Academy of Fine Arts.
Shen Beidao, in the driver’s seat, had swapped his usual dress shirt for a black casual jacket, making him look less severe and almost the same age as the students on campus.
He gripped the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the school gate, a sense of anticipation—unfamiliar even to himself—stirring within him.
In thirty years, he had never been this nervous.
When Lin Yi’s figure appeared in his line of sight, Shen Beidao felt his breath suddenly hitch.
Lin Yi’s white leather jacket seemed to emit its own light.
The fabric shimmered subtly under the light. The pure white blended with his cool, pale complexion, making him look dazzlingly clean, as if he were set apart from his surroundings.
His black hair looked soft and fluffy, falling naturally and slightly obscuring his eyes, which only made those lively Peach Blossom Eyes more captivating.
He casually opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat, bringing with him a faint, fresh scent of soapberry, the same as the one in the coffee shop that day.
“Have you been waiting long?” Lin Yi asked while buckling his seatbelt.
“No, I just arrived.”
Shen Beidao suppressed the admiration in his eyes and smoothly started the car.
He had to admit that he was attracted by the young man’s handsome appearance from the very first glance.
While he knew “lust at first sight” wasn’t the noblest starting point, he couldn’t deny that he had never felt such a strong signal of attraction for anyone else.
Love, perhaps, began with these silly little things.
Shen Beidao noticed they were wearing similar jackets and felt it wasn’t a mere coincidence but a unique understanding shared only between them.
The entire world instantly faded into the background; only they were the focal point, sharing the same frequency.
That unspoken synchronicity would draw the two closer, making Shen Beidao feel more special than any declaration of love…