Shen Yanming didn't think that copying a public welfare song for He Changkong would have any impact on him, because the lyrics were quite touching, and he felt a little embarrassed when he delivered the letter. After delivering it, he didn't care about it anymore. He went back to his room and lay on the bed to check Weibo. He created a small account to like some of the hot comments praising them under the official Weibo, and replied "lululu" to those TR fans who came to make trouble.
After playing for a while, the words on the phone screen began to appear as double images.
In a daze, he seemed to be sitting back at the dining table. This time, there was no Sunday sitting opposite him. There was no one around him. He and He Changkong sat face to face, with a cup of Coke between them. Shen Yanming took a sip first, and He Changkong came over immediately.
Shen Yanming thought, if Kong Ge also wanted to drink, why didn't he wait for him to finish? However, before he could put down the Coke, He Changkong reached around and supported the back of his head.
He Changkong moved closer, his target not being the straw, but his lips.
He held his lower lip in his mouth and rubbed it gently.
Soon the Coke was knocked over and spilled all over the table. Shen Yanming raised his hand in a gesture of surrender, and He Changkong's right hand intertwined with his fingers. He Changkong pressed down on him, and the Coke flowed to the edge of the table and dripped onto the ground, making a dripping sound. He Changkong kissed him, and the sound of water spread between their lips and tongues.
…
Shen Yanming woke up in shock.
There was indeed a dripping sound, but it was not the dripping sound from the cup of Coke that did not actually exist. The sound came from outside the window. The autumn rain was drizzling, and he did not close the window properly before going to bed, so the sound of rain woke him up.
If He Changkong hadn’t been awakened by the sound of rain, he would have…
Shen Yanming was still a little confused. He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his lower lip.
When he regained consciousness, he cursed out loud: "Fuck, what kind of dream is this!!!"
He frowned and tapped his head, then resigned himself to his fate and got up from the bed.
Take a shower and change your dirty underwear!
His thoughts were in a mess and he went into the bathroom late at night. He originally wanted to take a cold shower to wake himself up, but the weather was cold now and he had a lot of games to play next. He didn't dare to joke with his body. It would be troublesome if he caught a bad cold.
So, in the mist of hot water and tiredness, he unknowingly returned to the dream just now. It was so fucking weird. After so many years of being a solo, I had no idea what it felt like to kiss. How could I dream about it so specifically
But soon Shen Yanming didn't dare to replay the dream, because he found that when he was thinking about He Changkong's face, his little brother looked up again.
What a psycho!!!
Shen Yanming came out of the bathroom angrily, opened the music player app on his mobile phone, and started playing "Great Compassion Mantra" for himself.
After all this tossing and turning, I didn’t know what time I fell asleep, and the direct consequence was that I couldn’t get up on time the next day.
Usually, Shen Yanming would wake up when he heard the alarm clock ring, or even before the set time. He would then brush his teeth, wash his face, play with his phone, and wait for He Changkong to come back from exercising and call him.
Shen Yanming was still asleep when He Changkong came knocking on the door today.
They had agreed before that if He Changkong wanted to call someone in the morning, he could just come in if there was no response after knocking on the door. He Changkong knocked several times but got no response, so he simply unlocked the door and went in.
When he was outside the door, he vaguely heard some faint sounds coming from inside. After entering, he heard it clearly. The BGM playing in the room was "Great Compassion Mantra".
Shen Yanming was still sleeping on the bed, curled up in the quilt like a silkworm, with only a little bit of his face showing, and his hair was messy from sleeping.
He Changkong poked Shen Yanming on the cheek: "Xiao Luan is up."
Shen Yanming opened his eyes dazedly, and after seeing who was coming, he shrank back, and a blush quickly spread across his face.
He Changkong was confused: "Your face is so red? Are you sick?"
As she said this, she tried to reach out to feel the temperature of his forehead.
Shen Yanming reacted strongly: "Don't come over here!"
He Changkong was stunned for a moment, his hand just stopped in mid-air, neither moving up nor down, feeling a little awkward.
After Shen Yanming finished shouting, he felt that this was not very polite, and scratched his uncombed hair: "No, I had a nightmare... When I opened my eyes and saw you just now, I was a little overwhelmed."
He Changkong accepted his explanation. It made sense to listen to Buddhist scriptures as the music for sleeping.
I didn't expect Shen Yanming to be afraid of ghosts? He Changkong leaned forward a little more and rubbed Shen Yanming's head with his hand: "Don't be afraid, they are all fake."
Shen Yanming uttered an ambiguous "hmm" and felt his face getting even hotter.
Shen Yanming was a little absent-minded that day. It was okay when he was practicing, but once he was distracted from the game, his attention couldn't help but drift elsewhere.
It’s all because I was dizzy and picked up the wrong cup of Coke yesterday. If I hadn’t picked up the wrong cup of Coke, I might not have had this dream.
It was all because of the rain. If the rain hadn’t woken him up, he might not have known he was dreaming.
Maybe I shouldn’t blame these things, I should blame myself first.
Shen Yanming wanted to talk to someone. Pudding said he was going to see a doctor but hadn't left yet. Today he was still wandering around the training room giving advice. Shen Yanming wanted to stop Pudding several times and talk to him in a corner, but when he was about to speak, he couldn't say anything.
Do straight people have gay dreams
If a straight person has a gay dream and doesn't feel disgusted, can he be called a straight person
In fact, there is no need to ask, the answer is obvious: no, it cannot.
After Shen Yanming finished a game, his soul was in a state of leaving his body. His soul did not return until the next game started. After finishing the next game, his soul continued to wander, and the cycle repeated itself.
He Changkong, who had been platooning with him, finally couldn't help but ask, "What happened to you today?"
Shen Yanming didn't dare to look directly at He Changkong, his eyes flickered: "No... it's just that the dream I had was too horrible."
It's not really a lie.
It was really horrible. In my two lives, I had been straight for 24 years, from kissing a man in my dream to that.
It is truly a burden that life cannot bear.
He Changkong frowned. He couldn't imagine what kind of dream could leave such a huge psychological shadow on a boy who laughed every day, so he asked directly.
Shen Yanming had a bitter face, thinking to himself, "Brother, stop asking, stop asking." But he still wanted to answer, "I dreamed of a monster that would eat people."
It's a gay monster.
Of course, he also knew that this was too disgusting. Dreaming about monsters? Why was he pretending to be a three-year-old baby
He Changkong: “…”
He Changkong had a hunch that this was not the truth, but seeing that Shen Yanming was unwilling to talk more, he did not ask any more questions, but just said: "If you really feel uncomfortable, do something else to relax."
Shen Yanming nodded repeatedly.
I heard that the aunt cooked crayfish in the evening, but everyone didn't go to the cafeteria for supper. After all, they were planning something and it was not good for others to know. Before, there was a coach in the training room, and the manager would occasionally come to check on them. They kept this matter to themselves until the evening. After the training was over, they returned to their small villa, ordered takeout, and gathered at the table, with Meng Yan as the center.
In fact, Shen Yanming was a little reluctant to sit at this table.
He saw that the table was in shadow.
Because in the dream, He Changkong later carried him to the table and continued to kiss him.
What the hell.
You may not remember other dreams soon after waking up, so why is this dream so clear
However, Shen Yanming did not have time to think about it further, because Meng Yan had already taken out his mobile phone. He opened the dating app interface as if it were a rare treasure and announced in a serious manner: "There are some preliminary results. Come and have a look."
The interface shows the chat history between him and a man.
Meng Yan added: "Fuck you, I flirted with him until midnight yesterday and almost made myself sick to death."
Because they knew the general range and the gossip clues provided by pudding's cousin, they were able to find moonlight's account on this app relatively smoothly last night. Based on his preference for Zhuo Minxing, pudding's cousin bravely took some artistic photos without showing his face.
Then He Changkong gave me a better-sounding online name.
Finally, Meng Yan started to launch some offensive against the other party, saying things like, "I'm a college student in a school in Haicheng, I'm a little lonely, I'm not good at playing games and no one wants to teach me, "Brother looks like he's good at playing games, can you teach me?" and so on.
Meng Yan added: "You know what, this guy is quite impatient. I just pretended to be a naive person and chatted with him for the whole night, but he started talking about those dirty things later."
Pudding pretended to retch, and then commented: "It's really eye-catching. How did you continue the conversation with him?"
Meng Yan looked like he had lost all hope in life. "You guys don't want to do this job, right? I'm the only one who can do this kind of dirty and tiring work! If it wasn't for saving the innocent ladies who were deceived, I wouldn't be pretending to be gay here, and I'm pretending to be Zero."
Shen Yanming asked: "But just chatting like this is not enough evidence, right? If you release it, fans can also say it's photoshopped, and they won't admit that the person you were chatting with was Moonlight, right?"
Meng Yan: "Yes, so I have to chat with him for a while, and then ask him out when he relaxes his guard, and then we can record the video secretly..."
Shen Yanming gave a thumbs up.
Meng Yan also gave himself a thumbs up: "Please call me the strongest fishing law enforcement detective nightmare."
pudding: "The most beautiful 0 actor."
Meng Yan stood up and pretended to fight with Pudding.
The takeaway arrived, and Meng Yan finished talking about the phased results. Everyone stopped talking about it and focused on eating, occasionally chatting about games. After eating, everyone went back to their rooms.
Shen Yanming also downloaded this app. In fact, this app is just a same-sex dating platform. Some people go there for hookups, and some are just ordinary gays who want to make friends and chat. There are also some very normal emotional exchange areas in the social section.
After much hesitation, Shen Yanming carefully registered an account and posted a message in it.
I am confused about my sexual orientation and would like to ask you for advice.
[Confused Little Bird]: Hello everyone, I am a straight man.
In order to prevent the first post from being blocked for writing too many words, he simply said hello. However, after the post was published, people below immediately criticized him.
-You're straight, so you can come here
-I like straight men the most (⊙v⊙)
- Are you 0 or 1
-Where is the original poster? ? ? Did he just run away after posting the topic
…
Shen Yanming edited it for a long time and finally sent out the second paragraph. Of course, in order to protect his privacy, he gave a rough outline of the story.
[Confused Little Bird]: I was a straight man before. But I had a senior whom I admired very much. He was really awesome, handsome, good at studying, and good at other things. Anyway, there should be no one in our school who didn't respect him. I think I was also conquered by his strength. I just admired and admired him. Later, I had the opportunity to meet the senior and became friends with him. I found that he not only had good grades, but also cared for a junior like me. He protected me, spoke for me, and helped me fight for... uh, competition places and scholarships? Then when I was mentally unstable, he would comfort me without saying anything.
[The confused birdie]: This is not the point. Actually, I used to think that we were just good brothers and it was normal. I have my own problems. One day I slept with him and woke up to find us hugging each other. After that day, I was very embarrassed towards him. But I didn’t think too much about it at the time. I just dreamed last night that I kissed my senior, and then I did something. Men know, I won’t say more. I was with him today, and I didn’t dare to look at him! As soon as I saw him, I thought of him kissing me in the dream! I was really devastated, I’m a straight man. Oh, I felt embarrassed and suffocated when I was typing this paragraph. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to dig out a magic fairy castle. Brothers, save me!
-Show your affection, get out of here!
-Do you like him? Don't you know it
-Is your senior the same type as you? Does he treat others like this too
-What an innocent baby, don't worry about your senior, just follow me, your brother, hehe
…
There were also a few replies that were helping him analyze the situation carefully, but before he had time to read them carefully, he received a message from He Changkong. He switched pages and left the gay forum, then clicked on He Changkong's message.
[kong_]: If you are afraid of having nightmares at night, you can turn on the lights.
[kong_]: Actually, there’s nothing to be afraid of. If you’re really scared, you can come over to my side.
Shen Yanming: "qoq..."