UCS Chapter 89

I really like Wen Yan.

 

My heart is beating for him.

 

“…Gu Sheng, what’s wrong? Your face is so red.”

 

Wen Yan leaned down with concern. Gao Gusheng felt heat rush to his cheeks. Wen Yan’s handsome face before him almost appeared to have double vision. He retreated in panic, forgetting he was still sitting in a chair, and fell backward with the chair. Fortunately, Wen Yan quickly caught him.

 

Too close—so close he could almost smell the faint lemon fragrance on him.

 

Gao Gusheng felt dizzy. He thought he might have a fever—otherwise, why would he feel so top-heavy with his heart beating faster and faster?

 

His cheeks were cupped by cool hands, and he met a pair of pitch-black eyes—eyes like the deepest ancient well, like night before dawn’s arrival.

 

The owner of these eyes smiled like the serpent that tempted Eve to eat the forbidden fruit, carrying dangerous and alluring bewitchment.

 

“Gu Sheng, you’ve been looking at me since earlier. Is there something… you want to tell me?”

 

Of course there is!

 

I want to tell you I like you!

 

I like you so, so much… if you can’t respond to me, my heart will be too sad to keep beating.

 

The person before him was so gentle, making him almost blurt out his feelings.

 

No, I can’t be so impulsive.

 

If the confession fails, we might not even be able to remain friends.

 

But the person before him was so gentle that being watched by him gave the feeling of being indulged without restraint, as if whatever he said would be completely accepted.

 

“Gu Sheng, Xiao Sheng…”

 

“What do you want?”

 

“Just say it out loud…”

 

[What if… I want you to like me too?]

 

[I really like you, Senior Wen.]

 

Perhaps due to excessive fever, illusions appeared before his eyes. He felt everything was twisting and reorganizing, only these eyes before him remained—like the only lighthouse in a vast sea, like the phantom of gorgeous jewels concealing bones beneath the siren’s song.

 

“Just say it out loud…”

 

The bewitched sailor stumbled toward the siren, murmuring love words no one could understand—songs written with feelings carved from his heart, “Wen Yan, I…”

 

[How could I possibly like you?]

 

The sudden voice in his mind interrupted his unspoken words. Those pitch-black eyes seemed to deepen further, as if dissatisfied that his love slave was hesitating.

 

Gao Gusheng retorted in his heart, [No! Of course I like him!]

 

A sudden ringing in his ears arose, the world’s background sounds were blocked out, and he could only hear tremendous noise.

 

[How could I possibly like him? What serious illness do I have?!]

 

[Of course I like him! I like him so much I’m willing to give everything for him!]

 

[Wen Yan, such a disgusting guy—I wouldn’t like him even if I went blind!]

 

[Senior Wen is the gentlest person in the world who treats me the best. It’s natural that I like him.]

 

[Bullshit! The one who treats me best is my dad!]

 

[Damn Senior Wen, Senior Wen isn’t that… isn’t that…]

 

[Senior Wen is Wen Yan, the best person in the world, my lifelong faith, my stars and moon, my lifelong beloved.]

 

[No, that’s not right! Senior Wen is clearly…]

 

Sharp pain erupted from his heart, as if something was struggling to break free from his heart. He clutched his chest in agony. Wen Yan’s anxious inquiries seemed muffled behind frosted glass, unclear.

 

Clouds fell on tree branches, birds died in the sky, tree trunks twisted their branches into broken flowers.

 

[I love Wen Yan, I love only Wen Yan.]

 

[It doesn’t matter whether he’s “Senior Wen” or not—I love only him.]

 

[If only he could like me back.]

 

[Like me, Wen Yan.]

 

[Look at me, fall in love with me, become obsessed with me.]

 

[How can you not like me?]

 

[You should love me, love me more than yourself, love me like the fire of faith, love me like stars in the long night.]

 

[Come, love me.]

 

[Yearning, shy, devout.]

 

[Crazy, desperate, possessive.]

 

[Offer me all your love, treat me as the only deity in your heart.]

 

[In response, this deity will kiss you, his devout believer.]

 

Rich floral fragrance exploded from Gao Gusheng’s body, domineeringly filling the entire room. Wen Yan bore the brunt of it, his body going limp the moment he smelled the fragrance.

 

Unable to resist, unwilling to resist, wanting only to sink into the fragrance and the deity’s gaze.

 

A tiny rose-red insect, small as dust, peeled away from Gao Gusheng’s heart like it was drunk.

 

It rapidly grew, in the blink of an eye expanding from barely visible to the naked eye to the size of a grain of rice. In this blink of an eye, its dominant relationship with the love gu inside Wen Yan reversed—now Wen Yan was the one afflicted by love gu.

 

Wen Yan, who had just been high and mighty holding the dominant position, now knelt on the ground, looking at Gao Gusheng’s profile with infatuation. Sunlight came from behind him, as if draping him in golden gauze.

 

“Xiao Sheng, I love you.”

 

Gao Gusheng sat on the table, high above, clearly right before him yet seeming separated from the world by an unbreakable barrier.

 

No one could see him, no one could touch him. Even mentioning him was a seed that drove people to madness, secretly sprouting.

 

He was the purest soul, the embodiment of “beauty” that tempted all things to fall.

 

He looked at Wen Yan, smiling innocently yet wickedly, absolutely breathtakingly beautiful.

 

His toes pressed on Wen Yan’s knee, his gaze sweeping over the believer’s infatuated expression, smiling carelessly.

 

“I love you too, Wen Yan.”

 

He said it so casually that no one believed he was sincere, yet they couldn’t help but repeatedly, hopefully confirm—perhaps? Perhaps he really does love me too.

 

Gao Gusheng lightly lifted his foot, and Wen Yan quickly caught it, his fervent gaze almost burning through the walls.

 

“Xiao Sheng, my Xiao Sheng…”

 

He finally couldn’t control his emotions and was about to lower his head to kiss the back of Gao Gusheng’s foot.

 

At this moment—

 

“Wake up!”

 

A cold voice exploded in his mind. Gao Gusheng came to his senses like a blow to the head, snapping awake from that state. Opening his eyes, he saw Wen Yan about to kiss his limited edition sneakers.

 

“Ahhhh—” Dad’s gift to me!

 

Gao Gusheng kicked out. Wen Yan was naturally weak, even more frail than Wen Liang—how could he withstand this kick? He was sent flying backward.

 

Yet even in this state, he crawled back with a shoe print on his face, seemingly understanding as he said, “Xiao Sheng, so you like playing this kind of game.”

 

Gao Gusheng’s face collapsed: What the hell kind of game do I like?!

 

“Don’t come over!”

 

Gao Gusheng jumped onto the table, deeply regretting wearing his dad’s birthday gift out today. These shoes were a global limited edition, and more importantly, his dad had gotten them without using any privileges, staying up to snag them online!

 

Damn, he’d never heard that Wen Liang… ah no, Wen Yan had this fetish! If you like licking shoes, lick your own—can’t you lick your own?!

 

Wen Yan picked up a pointer from nearby, pressing closer step by step, “Xiao Sheng, since you like it, I’ll indulge you. Being marked by you seems quite nice too.”

 

Gao Gusheng looked left and right but couldn’t find any self-defense weapons, only grabbing Old Zheng’s thermos to hold in front of himself.

 

Holy shit big brother, don’t you notice you’re talking with a lisp? I just knocked out one of your front teeth—shouldn’t you go check your tooth first?

 

Wen Yan’s body was too fragile. What if he accidentally killed him with too much force? Wouldn’t that embarrass his dad?

 

Wen Yan held the pointer in one hand while starting to unbutton his shirt with the other, “Does Xiao Sheng prefer me clothed or undressed?”

 

“I don’t fucking prefer either!”

 

“How duplicitous, Xiao Sheng.”

 

“Duplicitous your big watermelon!”

 

At this critical moment, the door made a tremendous crash as Gao Shi “burst through the door,” casually throwing the door panel he’d torn off at Wen Yan.

 

“Lele!”

 

Gao Shi’s eyes were bloodshot with rage!

 

He had used lightness talismans to sprint all the way here, only to see Kongmiao trapped by ghost walls at the school entrance going in circles, and Ying Bujie collapsed at the administrative office door, still desperately maintaining a barrier with his hands, breathing weakly as he pointed at the door.

 

Gao Shi used brute force to overcome technique, forcibly breaking into the office. What did he see?!

 

He saw his poor son standing on a table, trembling (afraid of having his shoes touched), holding only a thermos as a weapon! (It was filled with Old Zheng’s freshly poured scalding goji tea)

 

And in front of his son, a pervert with disheveled clothes and blood all over his face (from being kicked), wielding a weapon (a pointer), was approaching Lele!

 

Gao Shi felt his head buzzing. The axe in his hand let out an angry dragon’s roar in response. He shouted as he brought the axe down with tremendous force toward Wen Yan—

 

“Take this, you little bastard!”

 

Gao Gusheng was scared out of his wits and quickly tried to stop him, “Dad, stop—!!!”

 

…

 

Gao Gusheng almost thought his dad would spend the rest of his life eating prison food.

 

Unexpectedly, when that axe came down, Wen Yan, whose mental state seemed problematic, fell directly—like insurance fraud, without any injury, yet he collapsed.

 

At this point, Gao Gusheng couldn’t care about his shoes anymore. He quickly jumped down from the table and shakily checked Wen Yan’s breathing, crying mournfully as he checked, “Dad, you should run. I’ll say I killed him…”

 

His voice was already taking on a sobbing tone when Gao Shi gave his son a hard slap on the back, “What nonsense are you talking?”

 

“Dad, his insurance fraud technique is too sophisticated—he’s betting his life on it. We…” Huh?”

 

Gao Gusheng paused, discovering the person beneath his hands was still breathing, just rather weakly.

 

Gao Shi quickly scanned his unlucky son, seeing his mental state was fine. While explaining, he took three steps as two toward Ying Bujie’s direction, “Wen Yan was refined into a human gu. He’s now half-human, half-gu, with human and gu coexisting. I killed all the gu in this room, so he was injured and fainted along with them.”

 

Actually, given the Wen family’s situation, even if Gao Shi had directly killed the person on the spot, it would have been legal. He hadn’t expected his stupid son to say things like telling him to run while he confessed. It made him both angry and amused, yet also touched.

 

So Gao Shi gave his son two slaps on the back, “Not only did I not kill anyone this time, but even if I really committed a crime, you should advise me to turn myself in, not flee to avoid punishment, let alone take the blame… Really, who taught you this.”

 

Gao Gusheng muttered quietly, “Do I even need to advise you? If something really happened, you’d turn yourself in before I could stop you.”

 

Gao Shi had already crouched down to check Ying Bujie’s condition. Beside him, Daoist Kongmiao kept watch with a grave expression.

 

At one look, Gao Shi’s heart sank.

 

“Old man, is Daoist Ying’s condition… very serious?”

 

Gao Gusheng remembered that during that somewhat terrifying state, the voice that called “wake up” was clearly Daoist Ying’s voice.

 

Without Daoist Ying, he might have done something terrible.

 

In previous crises, Daoist Ying had helped him many times. Unknowingly, Daoist Ying had acquired some of the sense of security his dad provided—as if seeing him meant he didn’t have to walk with danger on his back, but could rest assured as a child protected by parents.

 

He looked anxiously at Daoist Kongmiao, afraid of hearing a bad answer.

 

He couldn’t accept that Daoist Ying would suffer irreversible harm because of him.

 

Daoist Kongmiao looked at Gao Shi, then at Gao Gusheng, and slowly nodded.

 

“His condition is very serious.”

 

Kongmiao held up five fingers.

 

“Little Ying has overused his spiritual power and collapsed from exhaustion.”

 

“He needs to eat at least five tables of Flowing Water Pavilion banquets to recover.”

 

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