HRMCF Chapter 13

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That night, Zhao Linsu slept in the living room.

Shen Yan offered him his brother's room, but Zhao Linsu refused, "I'll just sleep on the sofa, in case Brother Shen comes back in the middle of the night."

"My brother said he'd be back tomorrow."

"After midnight is tomorrow."

Shen Yan was somewhat speechless, feeling that his brother really might do something like suddenly returning in the middle of the night.

The padding on the crutches had dried. Shen Yan leaned on them and moved around. "Why don't you just go home? Anyway, my brother won't say anything if he comes back and sees I'm okay."

"No way."

Zhao Linsu put his long legs on the sofa. "I can't go back on my word after agreeing."

Shen Yan thought to himself, then why didn't he just leave in the first place?

Shen Yan had no choice but to hobble back to the bedroom on his crutches. When he reached the bedroom door, he turned back to look again.

Their living room wasn't big to begin with, and the sofa was also limited in size. Zhao Linsu was tall with long limbs, so he had to keep his legs half-bent while lying on the sofa.

In the past, when Zhao Linsu stayed overnight at their house, he would always sleep with him.

His bed wasn't particularly big, but it wasn't small either. That room used to be Shen Shen's, and the two brothers originally slept together. Only after their parents passed away did Shen Shen move into their parents' room.

Shen Yan lay back in bed, placing the crutches against the bedside table.

It was still early, and Shen Yan couldn't fall asleep lying in bed. He picked up his phone, but there was no one to chat with.

The one person he could chat with was in their living room.

Shen Yan grabbed Zhu Ningbo.

【sy: Bo'er, asking you something.】

Zhu Ningbo replied instantly, asking what it was.

【sy: What type of girls do you like?】

Shen Yan held his phone, staring at the screen so intently it almost seemed to pierce through. He finally waited for the honest guy's reply.

【Calm Waves: I like gentle ones.】

Shen Yan: "..."

No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't associate Liang Keqing with the word "gentle."

Why would someone's preferred type and their sexual fantasy type be completely different?

Could it really be as the internet said, that people often have sexual fantasies about objects that are completely impossible in reality?

Shen Yan introspected and found that he, like his brother, was basically still stuck in the two-dimensional stage.

He had liked Tang Yi, but he had never fantasized about Tang Yi. His feelings for Tang Yi carried a beautiful, hazy quality that didn't descend to the level of human harmony.

In that case, his fantasy object also had no connection to the person he liked.

However, the gender was still consistent.

Therefore, he still couldn't quite understand the psychology of Zhu Ningbo and Zhao Linsu.

Shen Yan felt tired of lying down and wanted to turn over, but unfortunately, his foot still couldn't move easily. Slight movements only relieved a little of the soreness in his body.

【sy: Asleep?】

【Son: 1】

Shen Yan put down his phone and called out through the door, "Zhao Linsu—"

Zhao Linsu came over, opened the door, and looked calm. "Need to use the bathroom?"

Shen Yan lay in bed, his eyes drifting upwards to the jersey on the wall, his mouth moving smoothly. "The sofa's too narrow, let's sleep in the same bed."

He didn't look at Zhao Linsu and didn't know what expression Zhao Linsu had.

Anyway, his conscience was clear, he was just being considerate to his brother.

"So thirsty?"

Shen Yan glanced over. Zhao Linsu's expression was a half-smile.

"Who's thirsty?"

Shen Yan really wanted to jump up and give this guy a big slap in the face. Turning the tables to this extent was truly outrageous.

"Get lost, get lost—"

Shen Yan raised his hand and waved outwards. "Go sleep on your sofa, good intentions wasted."

Zhao Linsu chuckled and turned to leave.

Shen Yan looked at the doorway speechlessly, never expecting that before he could say anything, Zhao Linsu would start with the verbal teasing. Right, if his skin wasn't thick enough, how could he fantasize about his best friend?

Shen Yan gave the doorway the middle finger.

Then Zhao Linsu's figure reappeared at the door, raising an eyebrow at his middle finger. "Can't wait?"

Shen Yan: "..." Right, can't wait to give you, you bastard, a piece of my mind.

Zhao Linsu took his notebook and directly got into bed from the side.

As soon as he got into bed, the bed bounced up and down elastically, the movement spreading to Shen Yan, who also shifted slightly, moving further away.

"Sleep," Zhao Linsu's eyes were fixed on the notebook screen, "Get more sleep, grow taller."

"I'm already over twenty, still growing taller?"

"Don't give up," Zhao Linsu dragged his thesis slowly, "The Chinese men's basketball team is waiting for you to revitalize it."

"..."

Can't let it go, can you!

Shen Yan glanced at his computer screen, an English thesis.

"Are you going to publish a paper?"

"Yeah."

Shen Yan said "Oh."

By the time people reached their third year of university, it was like reaching middle age, facing various choices and needing to prepare.

Shen Yan had decided early on that he wanted to graduate and go straight to work.

As for Zhao Linsu, he should continue with postgraduate studies, since his family basically all followed that path. With such a good academic background, it would be a pity not to pursue research.

Shen Yan sat up a little and also looked at the thesis Zhao Linsu was reading.

"Any thoughts?" Zhao Linsu turned his head to look at him.

Shen Yan said, "Let me see the beginning."

Zhao Linsu returned the thesis to the first page and pushed the notebook in his hand towards Shen Yan.

Shen Yan quickly skimmed through it, reading ten lines at a glance. "Go down."

After looking at a few pages of the thesis under voice control, Shen Yan said, "This paper has some substance, the level is good, the viewpoints are also new, quite good, where did you find it?"

Shen Yan looked at Zhao Linsu.

Zhao Linsu smiled.

A very smug smile.

Shen Yan: "..."

Shen Yan: "Could it be... you're the author?"

"Correct answer."

Shen Yan: "..."

Holy crap, this guy was really so narcissistic it was unbearable. Not sleeping at night to admire his own paper?

A thousand words turned into one sentence: "Has it been published?"

"Published."

"SCI?"

"What do you think?"

Shen Yan died.

Died of jealousy.

If it were his paper, he wouldn't just stay up all night looking at it, he'd carry it with him while eating and going to the bathroom, and directly tattoo the journal's publication date on his body!

"You..." Shen Yan stammered for a long time, only managing to squeeze out a pale and meager, "Truly awesome."

Zhao Linsu said, "Professor Zhao and Professor Lin gave a lot of guidance."

Shen Yan shook his head and said, "Don't say anymore, I'm not jealous." He turned his head and asked again, "First author or co-author?"

"What do you think?"

Shen Yan didn't want to talk anymore.

With Zhao Linsu's personality, he would definitely be the first author when publishing a paper.

Shen Yan sighed to the heavens, "Zhao Linsu, I'm truly impressed... quick, bring it over, let me admire it again."

Originally, Shen Yan thought he would be somewhat awkward sleeping in the same bed as Zhao Linsu, but he ended up spending more than half an hour just looking at Zhao Linsu's thesis, occasionally giving Zhao Linsu an academic grilling, completely forgetting to think about other things.

Shen Yan admired Zhao Linsu wholeheartedly. What a genius, truly a genius.

Such a genius was sleeping in the same bed as him, was his good brother, and was even using him as a sexual fantasy object!

Shen Yan suddenly felt like he was also becoming awesome, what was going on?

Feeling a bit sleepy, Shen Yan pushed the notebook forward. "I can't do it anymore, can't study."

Zhao Linsu closed the notebook and put it on the bedside table. "Then sleep."

Shen Yan suddenly perked up again.

Zhao Linsu beside him had already lain down. Shen Yan leaned against the pillow without moving, then leaned a little more towards the academic direction. "You kept the paper publication pretty quiet, I didn't hear anything about it."

"Yeah, well, I'm just too low-key."

Zhao Linsu closed his eyes, his drooping short hair and eyelashes casting blurry shadows on his face.

"It should also be posted on our college's homepage for promotion."

"..."

Shen Yan waved his hand in the air, making a choking motion towards Zhao Linsu's neck. "Can we turn the page on this?"

"Why turn the page?"

Zhao Linsu's lips curled up. "Isn't it quite cool?"

Shen Yan thought to himself, cool, cool, cool to death, if you dare to fantasize about me tonight.

The light was still on, dimly swinging at the bedside. Shen Yan carefully lay down, placing his injured foot off the edge of the bed, dangling in the air.

The last time he slept in the same bed as Zhao Linsu seemed to be during the summer after their senior year of high school.

Anyway, Shen Yan didn't feel anything unusual at the time. He was too tired from playing outside, so he quickly washed up when he got home and fell asleep. When he woke up, Zhao Linsu had already left for the airport, leaving no special memories at all.

Shen Yan reached out and turned off the light.

The room fell into darkness, and Shen Yan also closed his eyes.

The outdoor air conditioner hummed. Shen Yan put his hands behind his head, but there was no sign of sleepiness.

Couldn't sleep.

Shen Yan moved slightly.

The bed was old, and with a slight movement, a subtle "creak" immediately stifled Shen Yan's turning motion in the cradle.

A hundred times more awkward than he had imagined.

Shen Yan couldn't stop himself from thinking about it. He could only close his eyes and try to help himself fall asleep by recalling the content of the paper he had just read.

Suddenly, a loud noise beside him—Zhao Linsu got up.

Shen Yan opened his eyes a little bewildered.

With a "snap," the light turned on.

Shen Yan squinted slightly, opened his eyes and looked over. Zhao Linsu had moved the small sofa in his room to the bedside.

"Put your foot here."

The sofa was placed down, and Zhao Linsu went out.

Shen Yan gently placed his dangling foot on the sofa and said, "Where are you going?"

After a while, Zhao Linsu came back, holding a broom and a mop. "Cleaning the doghouse."

"Doghouse..." Shen Yan muttered, "Isn't that a bit much..."

Zhao Linsu quickly cleaned the area where the sofa had been, went to the balcony to wash and dry the mop, came back, got into bed, and turned off the light.

Shen Yan thought to himself, Cinderella wasn't even this diligent and clean.

"Truly virtuous."

"You're welcome."

Shen Yan stretched his legs. "Hey, can you sleep?"

"Usually."

"I can't sleep a bit."

Zhao Linsu chuckled with his back to him. "Want me to tell you a bedtime story?"

"Get lost."

Zhao Linsu chuckled again.

"Sleep," Shen Yan heard him say, "Call me if you need anything."

Shen Yan glanced in the darkness at the sofa where his left foot was resting. What could he say... it was still quite heartwarming.

Zhao Linsu, a good friend.

Shen Yan closed his eyes again. This time, there weren't so many messy thoughts in his head, and he quickly fell asleep.

He had a dreamless night.

Shen Yan was woken up by his biological clock. His consciousness vaguely opened his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was startled by the male body in front of him.

Zhao Linsu was still asleep, his arms wrapped around himself, his head slightly lowered, the back of his head facing Shen Yan. The curve of his arched shoulders easily reminded Shen Yan of the muscles he had admired last night.

Truly, appearances could be deceiving.

Shen Yan slowly moved backwards.

As he moved, the bed creaked.

Shen Yan dared not move anymore.

He took out his phone and looked at it. It was only seven o'clock.

Shen Yan glanced at the back of Zhao Linsu's head again.

Quite round.

That day, when Zhao Linsu pressed his neck...

Shen Yan reached out and gently flicked a stray strand of hair at the back of Zhao Linsu's head.

No reaction.

Revenge, revenge. Shen Yan suppressed a smile and reached out with both hands to make trouble.

Zhao Linsu probably hadn't had a haircut for a while, and the hair at the back had grown a bit longer. Shen Yan carefully tried to tie two strands of stray hair into a knot, but unfortunately, Zhao Linsu's hair was too smooth, and the knot he had just tied immediately came undone.

Sigh, if only he had a hair tie, he could give this guy a little braid.

Shen Yan lay in bed, his eyes like searchlights scanning the entire room, not finding any tools within reach.

Too bad.

Shen Yan grabbed his phone, tilted his head back, and took a picture of the back of Zhao Linsu's head while holding onto his hair.

This guy must have secretly curled it behind his back. Look at that curve, the waist is the waist, the legs are the legs.

Curling up in studies is one thing, but curling up in this aspect too is just too much.

Shen Yan put down his phone and reached out to continue messing with Zhao Linsu's hair.

Kid, I'll teach you to fantasize about your old man, watch me pluck all your hair out... Just as Shen Yan was having fun, "Had enough fun?"

Shen Yan immediately withdrew his hand, then deliberately ruffled Zhao Linsu's hair at the back of his head. "Woke up and didn't say anything?"

Zhao Linsu turned over, the whole bed creaking with his movement.

Shen Yan involuntarily moved backwards.

Their eyes met, and just like that, he watched his name appear above Zhao Linsu's head again.

Shen Yan: "..." Whatever, used to it.

So was this guy actually doing it or just thinking about it? He shouldn't be such a heavy sleeper... Stop, thinking further would be impolite.

"Morning," Zhao Linsu smiled at him, his voice a little hoarse.

Shen Yan: "..." Damn, it made his whole body get goosebumps.

"I'm going to the bathroom,"

Shen Yan evaded, immediately turning over and getting out of bed to grab the crutches leaning against the side.

"Need my help?"

"No need!"