"Look, I was inexperienced the first time, it's all swollen." Gu Chen leaned closer and blew on the other person's lips, "Does it still hurt?"
Xiang Yu felt like her brain was burning up, buzzing. She turned her head to avoid the other person's touch and mumbled, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
"You'll be much better with experience later. That's how it is with everything; you get used to it the first time." Gu Chen said, giving the other person another kiss on the lips.
"..."
How can this person not be able to get enough of kissing?
Seeing that the other person was about to come closer again, Xiang Yu quickly stopped him.
Time together always flies by, and the two of them strolled hand in hand, wearing the same scarf, to the entrance of the residential area.
The security guard was quite responsible; instead of sitting inside watching TV late at night, he came out to stand guard and keep watch.
When the other person looked over, Xiang Yu reacted quickly by pulling her hand away and wrapping her entire half of the scarf around Gu Chen's neck.
"I'll stop here." The scarf covered most of the other person's face, and Xiang Yu helped him straighten it a couple of times. "I'm going back now. Let me know when you get home."
"Okay." Gu Chen didn't insist on seeing him to his doorstep, but smiled at him. "See you tomorrow—"
He paused, then added with a smile, "Boyfriend."
Xiang Yu couldn't calm down anymore, and his departing figure could only be described as fleeing in panic. Gu Chen laughed out loud as he watched him disappear in a flash.
When Xiang Yu returned home, it was past 11 p.m. He opened the door with the spare key. The living room was completely dark. When he changed his shoes and went back to his own house, he passed by Li Yifan's bedroom and saw a light flickering under the door. Inside, he could hear Li Yifan shouting as he played games.
Xiang Yu didn't say anything. He went back to his room, took off his clothes which smelled of hot pot and alcohol, and took a change of clothes into the bathroom.
While washing up, I looked at my slightly swollen lips in the mirror and my ears turned red again.
When the morality index remains above 50, the Heavenly Dao System protects the four constellations. When Xiang Yu looked in the mirror after taking a bath, the redness and swelling had subsided and no trace was left.
Xiangyu dried her hair and lay sprawled on the bed. She picked up her phone and, as luck would have it, a message came in from the person she missed.
Gu Chen: Boyfriend, I'm home.
Boy friend.
Looking at this word, the flames of despair ignited again.
-East Corner: Good.
-Gu Chen: I really like this scarf. I even showed it to my parents and told them that my deskmate knitted it.
Gu Chen: [Happy that it's so big].jpg
It seemed like something the other person would do. Xiang Yu remained silent for a moment. He wasn't worried that the other person would tell others about their relationship. The two of them had already discussed it on the way. They would keep their relationship a secret from everyone around them before college. Currently, the only people who knew about it besides the two of them were Xu Youqing.
Gu Chen has a good eye for people, so he's not worried that Xu Youqing will tell anyone about this.
Besides, the system that had just arrived at the White Tiger Constellation and was waiting also knew about this.
System: What happened? Why did you turn gay as soon as I got back?
-Xiangyu: ...
The next day, Xiang Yu woke up feeling groggy. After looking through the chat history, he was certain that he was indeed in a relationship.
When he arrived at school, his girlfriend was sitting in her seat, and she had even brought him breakfast.
Good morning, deskmate.
"morning."
The two seemed to get along just like usual, except that during breaks when no one could see, Gu Chen would hook his little finger with his deskmate's and rub the base of his finger. When they returned to the dormitory at noon and found a quiet moment, Gu Chen would smear his deskmate's face with saliva like a large dog.
As the weather gets colder day by day, the school has organized sports activities during the long breaks for the health of all teachers and students. These activities include running, walking, and ball games, and everyone must choose at least one activity. In short, no one is allowed to stay in the classroom during the morning and afternoon long breaks.
Tang Yue was thinking about the special cultural festival next month. The first class had just ended, and the teacher had just left her before stepping onto the podium.
"What kind of performance should our class put on for next month's special cultural festival? I'd like to get your opinions." Tang Yue took out a form with several options written on it.
"A large chorus?"
As soon as he said it, someone shouted from below: "Low-class, no originality!"
“I think so too.” Tang Yue glanced at the door and lowered her voice, “That’s what the dean said.”
“There’s also a skit.” Tang Yue said, then rejected the option. “I didn’t keep up in the first year of high school, and we’re not allowed to participate in these kinds of entertainment activities in the third year. What I mean is, let’s take advantage of this time to organize a class with high participation.”
Tang Yue cleared her throat twice. "What I mean is, a group dance? Everyone, let's all go. We have two of the most popular people on campus, so let the class monitor and the school bully stand in the center."
Xiang Yu was busy with the task at hand when he heard that he was asked to stand in the center and dance. He quickly looked up, his brows furrowed, his face clearly showing his unwillingness.
"Don't dance, it's so unoriginal." Gu Chen knew her boyfriend was unhappy, so she shouted.
“Exactly.” Zhang Boyuan continued Gu Chen’s words, “I have a rumor that the entire Class 13 of the Science Department has been practicing Gokuraku Jodo several times during the long break. We’re a step behind them.”
Nothing worked, nothing worked, and Tang Yue was also worried. She had originally planned to make the final decision with the group dance, but she forgot to scout out the enemy's situation in advance.
The festival features special cultural events with awards, including group awards and individual awards.
The group award is a competition between classes, and it concerns the honor of the class, so Tang Yue was a little unsure.
"Then what do you suggest we do?"
This stumped Zhang Boyuan, who also didn't know what to perform.
"How about a play?" Jiang Wensong pushed up his black-rimmed glasses. "It needs to have a large number of participants and leave a deep impression on everyone to get high marks." Jiang Wensong, the editor of the school drama club, thought it was a great idea.
"A stage play...that's fine too, but what kind of play should we put on?" Tang Yue pondered for a moment, then looked at the class monitor. "What do you think, class monitor?"
Gu Chen watched as Xiang Yu solved a difficult math problem, his face almost pressed against the other's desk. When asked what role he was supposed to play, he looked up and blinked twice.
Are there any requirements?
"The students in the class are highly engaged, and they leave a deep impression on everyone." Tang Yue felt awkward even after saying this slightly official-sounding phrase, so she simply said, "There are many people, and it's fun."
"If there are too many people," Gu Chen thought for a moment and tentatively suggested, "How about 'The Legend of Zhen Huan'?"
(Remember to read the author's note!)
[Author's note: Xiangyu: Good morning, boyfriend.]
System: It's bent, it's all bent! This wouldn't have been allowed in the last century!
Chapter 47 Gu Chen, My Singing Was Just So-So
Chapter 47 Gu Chen: My singing was so-so
The class fell silent as soon as Gu Chen made his suggestion.
Even Gu Chen himself belatedly realized that, indeed, the school didn't provide any expenses for costumes and props, and to achieve a stage effect, the makeup and costumes of imperial concubines were indispensable. Once such a set was completed, the class funds would be completely squandered.
"Hey, I was just saying." Gu Chen spoke up from the silence, revitalizing the atmosphere in the class.
“Since you want high participation, that person should sign up for one or two more performances to bolster the class’s repertoire. As for group performances,” Gu Chen seriously considered this time, “If the dean says it’s a choir, then let’s have a choir. Didn’t the dean say he’d retire after teaching our class?”
He offered a sincere suggestion: "Let's sing a song praising our teacher. The judges mainly want the teacher to sing this song to set the tone for our class's performance. As for other students' ideas, we can organize more programs. Those who are capable should do more. Besides, singing in a group won't take up much of everyone's practice time. What do you all think?"
Gu Chen's long-winded explanation did tempt many students; the idea of gaining both class honors and individual honors wasn't impossible.
Tang Yue thought so too. Seeing that no one below seemed to have any objections, and with the class bell ringing just then, she called out before stepping down from the podium.
"Let's settle on this for now. Anyone who has any other ideas can contact me privately!"
Class 2 of the Literature Department finally decided to participate in the chorus as a group, and the training time was set for the afternoon break. A lot of individual events were signed up, including Xu Youluo's piano solo, Zhang Boyuan's participation in a play with his deskmate and Jiang Wensong, and several girls' participation in singing.
Tang Yue compiled three summaries of the class's performances, submitting one copy to the class and keeping one for herself and the class monitor.
When Gu Chen received the program schedule, he asked Tang Yue about it.
"I'd also like to sign up for a program, can we add another one?"
"Sure!" Tang Yue was quite happy and asked him enthusiastically, "Class monitor, what program are you going to sign up for?"
“Let’s sing solo,” Gu Chen smiled. “After all, that’s what I’m good at.”
He spoke softly, but the students in the front and middle rows didn't hear him at all and continued their noisy behavior after class.
It was mainly the boys in the back row. Every one of them was a victim of Gu Chen's song "Serving the Country with Utmost Loyalty" back then, and now it was as if the pause button had been pressed, leaving them frozen in place.
Xiang Yu stared blankly at Gu Chen.
So, does this guy really have no idea about his own singing ability?
Yang Shuhuan chuckled twice: "Forget it, Brother Chen, you've sung enough solos already."
Wang Zehao nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes."
"Not much, not at all." Tang Yue wished the class monitor could go on stage for a solo performance, and of course, it would be even better if Xiang Yu could join them, as the Chen Yu CP would be the focus.
Unfortunately, Xiang Yu could only reluctantly participate in the choir after being persuaded by Gu Chen; no amount of persuasion could convince her otherwise.
"What are you going to sing, class monitor? Want to test your voice first?" Tang Yue had never heard the other person sing before and was curious about it.
"Then let's serve our country with utmost loyalty!" Gu Chen thought her boyfriend liked this song and looked at the person next to her with a grin, "What do you think, deskmate?"
“…Okay.” Xiang Yu thought it would be good for Gu Chen to know his true level through other people’s comments.
"Ahem! Um, I'm going to the restroom." Zhang Zitong called out to the boys in the back row, "Any of you guys want to come along?"
"Let's go, let's go." Wang Zehao slipped away the fastest, not forgetting to drag Yang Shuhuan along, "Let's go, Huanhuan, let's meet at the restroom."
"I'm going too!" Zhang Boyuan hurriedly followed.
"Let's go, Song'er." Xu Youluo couldn't smile, and pushed Jiang Wensong out of the classroom through the back door.
Hearing that Gu Chen was about to start singing, only Xiang Yu remained among the boys in the back row.
"What's going on? This is all so strange." Tang Yue muttered and looked at Gu Chen expectantly, "Class monitor, you can start now."
A loud shout of "Smoke signals rise!" suddenly rang out in the noisy classroom of Class 2, and the room fell silent the next second.
Despite having prepared in advance, Xiang Yu still couldn't help but shudder.
Gu Chen only sang the first part of the song. When he finished, he saw his classmates staring blankly at him and smiled.
He said very modestly, "My singing was just average."
No, no, no, don't insult the word "general".
The female students of Class 2 were internally complaining, but they all chuckled awkwardly in unison.
"Just average? Haha, you flatter me."