Wild School Boy Was Picked Up And Brought Home By His Professor Chapter 3

Chapter 3 That Man

Lin Yi watched Shen Beidao’s profile as he focused on driving. His nose bridge was high, and the gold-rimmed glasses made him look both ascetic and refined.

This man was indeed very charming—the kind of mature and steady type who easily inspired affection and reliance.

“Let’s go grab a meal first. The Lecture starts at two, so we have plenty of time,” Shen Beidao suggested.

“No, thank you,” Lin Yi refused almost without thinking. He shook his phone, his tone carrying a deliberate distance. “I have a friend near Jiangzhou University who said he wanted to see me. I’ll just eat with him.”

Shen Beidao’s fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel.

“Oh? Is it important?” He tried to make his voice sound like a casual inquiry, not a question or an investigation.

But hadn’t they agreed to go to the Lecture together?

Lin Yi leaned back against the seat, his gaze fixed on the fleeting streetscape outside the window. His tone was as casual as if discussing the weather: “An old friend. Haven’t seen him in a long time. It’s a good chance to meet up today.”

He paused, as if just remembering, and added, “Speaking of which, he seems to be in your German major too. It’s… German Business and Trade Major.”

“I should be different from him,” Shen Beidao looked straight ahead, smoothly taking a turn. “I study the German Translation Stream.”

His heart settled slightly. So it was just a classmate.

This didn’t seem like much of a threat.

As one of the youngest professors at the Jiangzhou University School of Foreign Languages, his teaching scope was quite broad, covering everything from specialized courses to college-wide public electives. It was highly likely that any student in the School of Foreign Languages had taken his class.

As for why he hadn’t revealed his professor identity from the start…

Perhaps he was worried that a certain age gap would act like a chasm, causing this seemingly casual and unrestrained young man to immediately lose interest in him.

He didn’t want to take that risk before Lin Yi truly accepted him.

“What’s your friend’s name?” Shen Beidao casually asked. “Perhaps we know each other.”

“Li Rui.” Lin Yi smiled, turning his head to observe Shen Beidao’s reaction. “He seems to be in Class Three… Do you know him?”

Shen Beidao’s heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained calm. He then frowned slightly, as if trying hard to recall.

Then he shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of regret: “I don’t know him. There are too many students in the School of Foreign Languages. I only know students in my own stream or those who have taken public courses with me.”

Lin Yi: “It’s fine if you don’t know him. I’ll introduce you two another day.”

Shen Beidao replied very calmly: “Okay.”

Li Rui was precisely a student in the class Shen Beidao was responsible for, and one of his rather promising students whom he had mentored since freshman year.

And Li Rui would likely be present to help out at the afternoon Lecture.

This sparked a sense of absurdity and intense crisis in Shen Beidao’s heart.

This coincidence was too dramatic. If his cover was blown, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“Could you drop me off at Deer Island Coffee in a bit?” Lin Yi didn’t seem to care, quickly dropping the topic.

Shen Beidao glanced at him: “Alright.”

Lin Yi took out his new phone and started fiddling with it, no longer speaking.

A subtle silence fell over the car cabin.

Shen Beidao could see Lin Yi’s slender, pale fingers rapidly sliding across the screen in his peripheral vision. His expression was focused, and occasionally, a faint smile would curve his lips.

The smile was beautiful, but it made Shen Beidao feel uneasy.

Who was he chatting with?

Was it that ‘Marco Boba Tea’?

Was the “old friend” he was meeting Li Rui?

But Li Rui usually asked for leave in advance if he had something on.

Shen Beidao realized he knew too little about Lin Yi.

This young man was like a beautifully packaged book that was difficult to open. He could only linger on the flyleaf, unable to glimpse the true contents inside.

This feeling of lack of control was both unfamiliar and agonizing for someone accustomed to navigating the academic world with ease, where everything was under his command.

He began to meticulously review every detail since their meeting at the coffee shop.

Lin Yi’s initiative, his boldness, yet the distance and ease he showed at crucial moments…

The playful way he mentioned “boyfriend,” his attitude toward the ID ‘Marco Boba Tea’…

All of this pointed to one possibility: Lin Yi’s romantic experience might be quite rich, and Shen Beidao might just be an ordinary page in Lin Yi’s long “love history.”

Perhaps even…

Just a brief interlude he decided to “play around” with on a whim.

However, if emotions could be controlled and withdrawn so easily, then it wasn’t true affection…

Lin Yi, sitting beside him, appeared focused on his phone, but half his attention was on Shen Beidao.

He could feel the man beside him occasionally casting restrained, deep gazes his way.

A little interesting.

Lin Yi chuckled internally.

This man was indeed different from the others he had met before; he wasn’t so easy to handle.

Lin Yi thought carelessly: Just treat it as finding some fun before the semester starts. As for how long it will last?

That would depend on how long this “Student Shen” could keep things fresh for him.

He glanced at the navigation. They were still some distance from Jiangzhou University.

He adjusted his posture, closed his eyes, and pretended to rest.

The car drove for about thirty minutes before Shen Beidao parked the car by the roadside next to Deer Island Coffee.

“Thanks.” Lin Yi got out of the car decisively without looking back.

Shen Beidao gripped the steering wheel, his gaze intensely following Lin Yi’s figure, watching him push open the familiar glass door of Deer Island Coffee.

The warm light inside outlined the young man’s tall, slender back. Shen Beidao watched him walk straight toward a window seat where two men were already sitting.

Then, a scene that made Shen Beidao’s pupils contract occurred:

One of the men, who had an elegant demeanor, stood up and, very naturally, opened his arms and intimately hugged Lin Yi.

Finally, he reached out and, with obvious indulgence, gently pinched Lin Yi’s cheek.

And Lin Yi, far from resisting, tilted his face up, revealing a brilliant smile that Shen Beidao had never seen before, one that carried a hint of dependence.

That smile was purely dazzling, completely different from the distant demeanor Lin Yi maintained when interacting with him.

The cars waiting behind impatiently honked their horns, startling Shen Beidao out of his daze.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to look away, gripped the steering wheel again, and lightly pressed the accelerator. The black SUV slowly merged into the traffic flow…

Inside Deer Island Coffee.

As Lin Yi caught sight of the black SUV driving away, the deliberately crafted smile on his face instantly faded a few degrees.

He calmly pulled out a chair and sat down, glancing outside with an understated tone, saying, “My boyfriend dropped me off just now. He’s a bit shy, so he didn’t come in.”

“Oh, that’s fine. Next time then.”

The man sitting opposite him, who had similar Peach Blossom Eyes but a more mature charm, was his father.

The “deceptive marriage” gay man, Xie Chun.

Xie Chun looked at his son, his eyes complex, carrying a cautious attempt to please: “Xiao Yi, what should we drink first? I’ll take you to your favorite restaurant later.”

“No need to trouble yourself.” Lin Yi refused flatly, his gaze fixed on the traffic outside the window, avoiding eye contact with Xie Chun. “My classmate needs me for something. I’ll leave after sitting for a while.”

Since he learned his father’s secret, that once-intimate address was hard to utter.

Rationally, he could understand a homosexual person’s genetic preference for men, and he believed that love should flow freely like water.

But he could not forgive, nor accept, that a person would choose to deceive an innocent woman’s feelings and life for the sake of so-called “starting a family and continuing the lineage,” and that woman was his mother.

Every time he showed even a hint of softening toward Xie Chun, it generated a feeling of betrayal toward his mother.

At this moment, the young man sitting next to Xie Chun spoke up: “You’re Lin Yi, right? Your dad finally came back for a visit, why don’t we have a meal together…”

“And who are you?”

Lin Yi looked at the unfamiliar young man, but ultimately fixed his questioning gaze on Xie Chun’s face, his tone carrying undisguised sarcasm. “Your new man?”

Xie Chun frowned slightly, but he didn’t get angry. He just patiently explained: “No, you misunderstood. He’s an Intern I’m mentoring. He accompanied me to meet a client this morning, and we came over together since it was on the way after we finished.”

“Intern?” Lin Yi raised an eyebrow, repeating the word, and began to scrutinize the handsome young man.

Such a pretty, young Intern, following Xie Chun everywhere—his intentions were written all over his face.

An unnamed anger mixed with an indescribable irritation surged up.

Lin Yi took out his phone. The light from the unlocked screen illuminated his expressionless face. He turned to the young man, his tone becoming flirtatious: “Handsome, want to exchange WeChat? I think you look pretty good, and you must be gay too, right?”

Before the young man could react, he looked at Xie Chun. The Peach Blossom Eyes inherited from his father shimmered with cold light, yet his tone was deliberately intimate as he asked, “Dad, you don’t mind, do you? I quite like his type.”

The moment the address “Dad” slipped out, even Lin Yi himself was stunned.

Lin Yi couldn’t remember how many years it had been since he had called him that.

But this time, he chose the most hurtful way possible…