LMBYE 11
My Bro Lou… is still pink.
Because he had a big mouth and ruined someone’s reputation, Zhang Yang got scolded, muted, and even banned from squirming around in his seat like a maggot.
Taking advantage of the rare moment of silence from his deskmate, Ning Ci discreetly retrieved the Five Emperor Coins and concentrated as he shook them six times, carefully recording the results on his scratch paper. After completing the process, his lips looked even paler than before.
Following the principle of Old Yin turns to Yang, Old Yang turns to Yin, he compared the original hexagram with the changing one.
Wind and Water Dispersing Hexagram—one of the worst among the sixty-four hexagrams, also known as the Gazing at Gold from Across the River hexagram. This indicated that the subject was mentally chaotic and experiencing minor physical ailments.
Ning Ci frowned. So that nerd wasn’t lying—he really does have some health issues. But it didn’t seem too serious; he should be able to recover. Just as he was struggling to figure it out, his chairback was suddenly tapped by a curled knuckle.
Ning Ci turned his face slightly. “Hmm?”
Lou Zhengdu’s expression looked a bit unnatural. After hesitating twice, he finally muttered, “Uh… don’t overthink it.”
The teenager wore a scowl, clearly reluctant to explain himself.
He didn’t owe this little psychic an explanation!
After all, this so-called peach blossom was completely one-sided—he had no reason to be afraid of misunderstandings!
But after turning back around, he fell silent. It was morning study period, yet he didn’t even bother opening his book. The workbook he had borrowed earlier sat untouched as well; instead, he just held a pen, absentmindedly doodling on his paper.
The more Lou Zhengdu thought about it, the more irritated he became—until Zhang Yang, who had been banned from speaking all morning, risked his life to pass over a small note.
Ignoring all the nonsense on it—including a plea to lift his 30-minute speaking ban—his eyes went straight to the middle line:
"My deskmate looks like he has low blood sugar. His face is so pale. Brothers, does anyone have chocolate to spare?"
Lou Zhengdu’s expression shifted.
What the hell kind of sticky rice cake was this? How could it turn sour so easily?
And he actually believed such an unreliable statement?
He wasn’t gay.
He was a man of integrity, okay?!
He cautiously called Ning Ci’s name. The little psychic only responded with an unusually indifferent “Mm.”
What the hell does “Mm” mean?!
Watching this sticky rice cake act all cute and fierce toward others was amusing, but being on the receiving end? Not fun at all.
Ning Ci had no idea what he was rambling about. Since Lou Zhengdu didn’t respond, he simply turned back around. He was holding himself back from absorbing Lou Zhengdu’s Yang energy too quickly—otherwise, whenever they interacted normally in the future, he’d end up absorbing less and less.
When the teenager’s peach blossom eyes lifted, they were especially stunning. But because his irises were round and lightly colored, they carried an innocent, unworldly look—giving off a pure yet seductive charm.
Today, those same eyes had already smiled at two different people. But now, he wouldn’t even spare Lou Zhengdu a glance.
Suppressing his irritation, Lou Zhengdu turned to Zhang Yang and growled, “You’d better explain this to me.”
Zhang Yang had finally been unmuted, but he couldn’t even feel happy about it. How was he supposed to explain this…?
Actually, he had already changed his mind about Ning Ci. He no longer believed the rumors that Ning Ci had a crush on his bro Lou.
There’s no way. They were both absolute, unshakable straight men.
Zhang Yang couldn’t even imagine what two straight guys would do together. Duel with swords?!
Thinking hard, he finally came up with a reasonable explanation.
His mysterious, unfathomable deskmate—who could send an old bald monk to an early grave with just two sentences—must be just like the Taoist priests on TV. They needed to cultivate themselves, keep their spiritual energy pure, and avoid female temptation. That’s why a morally upright person like him would naturally look down on impure, undisciplined men!
Besides, they were still high schoolers.
Crap! He couldn’t let his bro Lou get rejected!
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yang leaned in and whispered solemnly, “Ning Ci.”
“My bro Lou… is still pink.”
Ning Ci blinked twice. “?”
The two people listening in froze, completely baffled.
Zhang Yang, thinking Ning Ci didn’t believe him, continued, “Seriously, I saw it in the bathroom before. It’s totally at the level where he could say, ‘Are you satisfied with what you see?’ You gotta trust me. My bro has insane self-control—he doesn’t even like practicing his marksmanship! He says it’s tiring and that playing video games is more fun. See? He’s a perfect man!”
Ning Ci: “……”
“What the fuck are you even saying?!”
Lou Zhengdu couldn’t take it anymore. He had only wanted to prove his innocence—how the hell did his ‘color’ get exposed in the process?!
Zhang Yang looked extremely wronged. “What? I was saying good things about you!”
“I mean, it’s true! They always say, ‘A whetstone sharpened in battle still shines bright.’ When a sapling is growing, you can’t over-prune it.” Zhang Yang spoke with confidence.
Tang Yuan made a praying gesture. “Please shut up. If you keep talking, you’re actually going to die.”
Lou Zhengdu forcibly swallowed his rage, his ears turning completely red. He shot an embarrassed, angry glare at Ning Ci—who, for once, was finally looking at him.
But he looked away too quickly and missed whether the little psychic was secretly smirking.
Great. His innocence was proven. But now he felt even more uneasy.
Why wasn’t the little psychic reacting at all? And why was his usual clinginess gone?!
Yesterday, this sticky rice cake had even chased him all the way to his dorm at night!
What the hell, was he… not sticky anymore just because a day passed?!
"Tch." Lou Zhengdu was annoyed.
This time, Ning Ci turned back and looked at him. “I wasn’t misunderstanding anything. I know you’re very pure.”
From the moment he first read his face, he knew—Lou Zhengdu was a man of virtue.
Lou Zhengdu choked, unable to describe the weird feeling in his chest.
What does that even mean?!
Damn it, this little green tea rice cake is too calculating.
He had heard that gay guys usually preferred experienced partners—because that way, they could just sit back and be the little princess, receiving all the benefits without the hardships.
Disgusting.
And the way Ning Ci said it so naturally… Shit. Could it be that he really had a past?!
Lou Zhengdu’s thoughts spiraled into chaos. No way. He had to find a chance to check.
If that guy’s color wasn’t the same as his, then he was done dealing with this two-faced sticky rice cake!
Author’s Note:
Anxious Lou: "Hey, you there. Check XX for me."
Ning the Green Tea Cake: "?!"
