DPPM Chapter 80.2 – Beast (2)

It went on until Song Yan could no longer endure, and he fell asleep in exhaustion in Xia Zhiye’s arms.

When he woke up the next morning, Song Yan felt that his bones were about to disintegrate. His whole body was sore as hell, his throat was hoarse, and he swore he’d die if he moved an inch. 

It’s one thing to do it once, but three times in one night? There’s a world of difference there. 

That kind of frequency was deadly.

He was lying on the bed, wrapped in a quilt. When he saw Xia Zhiye come in with the porridge and open the door, his eyes were cold enough to kill.

Xia Zhiye caught a glimpse of the red mark on Song Yan’s collar on the small piece of skin that was exposed. He knew that what he had done last night was a little too much, so he coughed with a guilty conscience, and sat down with the bowl on the edge of the bed. He touched Song Yan’s forehead, and after confirming that he had no fever, he asked, “Do you have a stomachache?” 

“Are you clueless?” Song Yan asked, his face cold.

“…”

Although he cleaned up Song Yan very carefully and seriously last night, things did go wrong. After all, it’s both their first time, and they did not plan to have sex yesterday – that is to say, both of them forgot to buy a condom. In the case that his semen really upsetted Song Yan’s intestine, all he could do was to punish himself and begged for his boyfriend’s apology. 

So he asked in a low voice, “Should we go to the hospital if you’re not feeling well?”

Why go to the hospital?

Go to the hospital and tell the doctor that his stomach hurts because his boyfriend is too big and came inside? (T/L: IRL? Yes actually, you should do that. STI are real.) 

Xia Zhiye could afford to lose his dignity, but Song Yan could not. 

“Go to hell with your hospital.”

Song Yan gave Xia Zhiye a sullen look.

Xia Zhiye thought he just didn’t want to move, and continued to coax in a low voice, “Didn’t you have a stomachache? Let’s go to the hospital to see if there is any problem…”

“There’s no problem.”

Song Yan did not want to continue this topic at all, and interrupted fiercely, “Besides a bit of that, there’s nothing else to discuss. Stop talking nonsense. Are you done now? Can we move on?”

Xia Zhiye was momentarily stunned, then realized what Song Yan meant by “a bit of that.” He rubbed his nose tip, suppressing a smile to avoid annoying Song Yan further. Then, he picked up a bowl and helped Song Yan up, spooning some porridge and bringing it to his mouth.

Song Yan was too tired to lift his hand, so he let Xia Zhiye feed him spoon by spoon. He had a lazy, pampered expression, resembling a spoiled young master from ancient times.

Fortunately, Xia Zhiye, who had just been promoted to a proper chambermaid, was also enjoying himself. After taking care of Song Yan’s meal, drink, and hygiene, he lay down beside him, intending to sleep a little longer together with Song Yan.

As soon as he met Song Yan’s eye, Song Yan stepped back vigilantly, making Xia Zhiye both miffed and amused. “Am I that kind of person?”

Song Yan snorted coldly. “Aren’t you that kind of person?”

“…”

Xia Zhiye found himself unable to refute confidently for a moment, so he could only awkwardly cough and say, “I’ll be more careful in the future, I’ll be more careful.”

“Do you still want another one in the future?”

Song Yan felt that this person was just daydreaming. He kicked Xia Zhiye out of bed.

Xia Zhiye climbed back up very consciously, slipped under the covers, and patiently coaxed, “Don’t worry, I’ll practice diligently and improve my skills. I’ll ensure a good user experience, and I won’t charge for the first time.”

“Dumbass.”

Song Yan finally couldn’t help but scolded with a smile. But he didn’t kick Xia Zhiye away again.

Xia Zhiye hugged Song Yan and massaged his waist, asking, “What do you want to do today? Do you want to just rest at home, or do you have something in mind to play?”

“Isn’t today a holiday?” 

Song Yan asked.

“Mn.” Xia Zhiye asked, “what’s the matter?”

“Is there anyone occupying my seat?”

“No. No one took your seat after you transferred out.”

“Then let’s go back to No. 3 Middle School.” Song Yan lowered his eyelashes and said lightly, “I’ll sneak in, for the evening self-study session.”

Walking through the woods, hand in hand.

Like every other school couple.

Xia Zhiye knew Song Yan’s thoughts and hugged him tighter. “Okay.”

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Due to the lax management of No. 3 Third Middle School and the cover provided by Little Fatty and Zhao Ruiwen, Song Yan successfully infiltrated inside Class 1 of 3rd Year.

Coincidentally, the weekend evening self-study session was supervised by the class teacher, Ruan Tian. With her tacit approval and the collective act of pretending ignorance from the whole class, Song Yan successfully reclaimed his seat at the back row by the window, which originally belonged to him.

Although the classroom had been moved to the first floor for the convenience of the senior students, when Song Yan returned to his seat, he suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu. It was as if he had been transported back to a year ago, when he hadn’t been forced to leave or go to Beijing.

Instead, he was with Xia Zhiye, preparing for the college entrance examination and preparing to move toward a better direction in life, alongside these classmates who, although seemed unreliable, made him feel the warmth of being accepted by the group again.

He pinched the brim of his baseball cap, pressing it down hard, trying to conceal the expression in his eyes that might give him away.

Yet, Xia Zhiye still noticed. He gently held his hand under the table, the loose sleeves of their school uniforms naturally hanging down, covering their clasped fingertips.

Song Yan didn’t let go either. Instead, he reached out with his other hand and grabbed a book of review materials from Xia Zhiye’s desk, silently starting to read.

Xia Zhiye didn’t disturb him either, just holding his hand while using the other hand to grip a pen, marking key points in the notebook one by one.

The classroom window was half open, and the night breeze gently blew in. The fluorescent lights on the ceiling quietly illuminated the room, casting patches of light on the smooth desktops.

On the blackboard at the front of the classroom, in the upper right corner, there was a large “Countdown: 93 days” written in chalk. The students in the classroom were no longer like they were a year ago, always chatting, passing notes, playing games, or even playing cards during self-study. Instead, they were all focused on their studies, diligently taking notes and reviewing, striving for a better future ahead.

The classroom was so quiet, even the barest hint of pages turning and the swishing of pen tips gliding across papers could be heard. 

Song Yan was enjoying such an environment, secretly holding hands with Xia Zhiye under the table, basking in this rare tranquility and peace.

However, the tranquility didn’t last long. Little Fatty, who had just gone to the bathroom, rushed in through the back door of the classroom, his face filled with nervousness and anxiety. He was panting heavily, barely able to catch his breath. “Yan-ge, Lord Xia, you guys… you guys need to hurry… cough, cough, cough—”

Because he spoke too hastily, he choked on his saliva and coughed until his face was red.

Xia Zhiye patted him on the back and said lazily, “Slow down, there are no ghosts chasing you.”

“Oh no, you can’t be slow, no time to waste! There’s no ghost chasing me from behind, but Liu Deqing is!” Little Fatty finally caught his breath, looking extremely anxious. “I don’t know if he’s got nothing better to do, but on this weekend night, he actually came to inspect the evening self-study. When I arrived, he was already at Class 3’s door. You two better hurry up and run!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud voice boomed from the back door of the classroom. “Who is this? Why aren’t you studying properly and standing on someone else’s seat! Do you like standing? If you like standing, then come to the office and stand in front of me! Hey… wait a minute… why is there an extra person in your class?”

Liu Deqing, upon seeing an extra person beside the empty seat where Xia Zhiye should have been, first appeared puzzled, then suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

Before Liu Deqing could fully react, Xia Zhiye had already tossed his bag out of the window and shouted, “Yan-ge, run!” The two of them swiftly propped themselves up on the windowsill, leaped, and flipped out of the window.

“Xia Zhiye! Why is it you again!”

He shouted and was ready to go through the window to catch up.

However, his legs were not long enough, and his belly was too big. Despite propping himself up on the windowsill and struggling for a while, his short legs failed to lift him up even a bit. Instead, his pants ended up covered in dust, looking utterly embarrassed.

He had to abandon his plan to charge and instead yelled at the two retreating figures, “Xia Zhiye! Song Yan! You two come back to me right now! I mean it, come back this instant! Don’t think just because you’re top students with Qingbei spots guaranteed, you can disregard the school rules! Come back immediately! Do you hear me?”

They heard him. 

They simply don’t care. 

Xia Zhiye and Song Yan, carrying their backpacks and holding hands, ran swiftly towards the short wall near the school’s back gate, laughing as they went. They didn’t even look back, showing blatant disregard for authority. It was too much!

The more Liu Deqing thought about it, the angrier he became, but he had no way to deal with the two of them. He could only vent his frustration on his nephew, kicking Liu Yue’s desk leg and saying, “What are you waiting for? Go help me chase them out the window!”

Liu Yue straightened his desk, which had been knocked askew, and picked up his English book. He said with a righteous tone, “I’m sorry, Laoshi, time is precious, and I need to focus on studying.”

Liu Deqing: “???”

Since when did this kid love learning so much???

Does Liu Yue think he’s stupid?! 

However, this excuse was too lofty for him to refute, leaving him no choice but to look angrily at Ruan Tian. “Ruan-laoshi! How can you allow students from other schools to enter our classroom! This is against the rules and will be bad for the students, do you understand?!”

Ruan Tian looked innocent. “I thought Song Yan’s English is exceptionally good, better than all the students in our grade. I just wanted him to share some study tips, but before he could even share, he was scared away by you, Director. What a pity.”

Liu Deqing: “???”

So is it his fault? 

Despite his questioning eyes, Ruan Tian still looked innocent. “If you don’t believe me, ask them.”

The whole class nodded wildly, even his own nephew.

Liu Deqing: “…”

Even though he knew something was wrong, he couldn’t articulate it. All he could do was organize his thoughts quickly and prepare to argue with the students in the class.

However, before he could speak, the study committee member Zhao Ruiwen pushed his glasses up and said seriously, “Director Liu, there are only 93 days left until the college entrance examination. Everyone is very nervous about reviewing, and time is precious. You have already wasted three minutes of everyone’s time. There are currently 37 students in the classroom, which is 111 minutes. How do you plan to compensate the students for this time?”

Liu Deqing: “?”

“So please, Director Liu, don’t delay everyone’s study.”

After finishing speaking, Zhao Ruiwen lowered his head to continue doing his mock exams questions without giving another look.

The rest of the class followed suit.

The entire classroom instantly regained a very positive and active atmosphere of learning, making it difficult for anyone to disrupt it.

Liu Deqing was left standing alone.

So is it really his fault?

Then what should he do? 

Under the cover of the entire class, Song Yan and Xia Zhiye successfully escaped from the scene by swiftly climbing the wall after sneaking out through the school’s back door.

As Song Yan jumped down from the wall, Xia Zhiye still caught him in his arms, even though he knew it was unnecessary. 

As a result, although he caught him, he stumbled and fell, pulling Song Yan, who should have been standing steadily, down with him onto the grassy slope behind.

“Ouch—”

After two painful gasps, Song Yan punched Xia Zhiye hard and exclaimed, “Who the hell told you to catch me?!”

Xia Zhiye chuckled and embraced Song Yan, saying, “Oh, come on, isn’t this just a failed attempt at recreating a scene from an idol drama? Don’t be mad. I watched a lot of campus romance dramas and learned specifically for this, but who knew they were all lying.”

“You idiot, do you think the female leads in campus romance dramas weigh just a few pounds? Can I compare with them? Don’t you have any sense of how your boyfriend is a big guy?” Although Song Yan scolded, he couldn’t help but laugh at how silly Xia Zhiye was.

Xia Zhiye tightened his embrace even more and asked with a smile, “Now you’ve finally experienced the excitement of campus romance drama, right? How does it feel?”

Song Yan thought of Liu Deqing’s frantic look at the window just now, and nodded. “It feels good.”

“As long as it’s fine. Shall we continue with our next secret campus project of sneaky romance?” Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan, and a hint of cunning flashed in his light brown eyes, like a sly fox.

Scholar Song didn’t dismiss Xia Zhiye’s silly plans because he was in a good mood. He just laid lazily on Xia Zhiye’s arms and asked, “What project? Let me hear it?”

Xia Zhiye blinked innocently. “Kissing secretly in the corner of the campus at night.”

“…Fuck! Xia Zhiye! Where the fuck is your digni– mn…. Ah…” 

Song Yan’s angry words were eventually drowned out by a low, gentle laugh and the tender night breeze.

The peach blossoms on the back slope of No. 3 Middle School bloomed again, swaying gently as one or two petals fell, brushing against the cheeks of the two, gently bestowing their blessings.

With a resigned sigh, Song Yan closed his eyes and thought it over. Well, for the sake of this thrilling and oddly comfortable secret campus romance project, he decided to spare Xia Zhiye’s doggy life for now.

It was as if he had fulfilled the envy and expectations he harbored while watching other campus couples being affectionate in Beijing all by himself.

But only temporarily.

Next time Xia Zhiye acted like a horndog, he would definitely beat him.

Mhm, indeed.

Song Yan secretly made up his mind.

there’s 82 main story chapters, so we’re close to the end!