The guest seat reserved for Li Weidu was right in the front row of the auditorium, positioned in the very center next to the university principal and vice principal. The distance between him and a certain someone on stage was less than five meters.
Unfortunately, the young scholar on stage, with a composed demeanor and graceful delivery, was fully focused on recalling the content of his overly formal and empty speech. When he occasionally glanced toward the audience, he only skimmed over the sea of faces, perfectly missing the fiery, intense gaze fixed on him by a certain someone.
Feeling restless, Li Weidu’s slender, fair fingers unconsciously played with the paper cup in front of him.
His colorless lips were scalded by the hot tea, but even then, it still didn’t feel real.
Li Weidu found himself drifting into thoughts of those superhero movies he’d watched to pass the time—your boyfriend puts on a mask and then turns around to save the world, while you’re left completely in the dark, thinking he’s just that warm, kind, but otherwise unremarkable young man you know.
Until the plot suddenly reaches a point where, completely unprepared, the mask falls off.
And then everything goes quiet. The characters in the movie usually respond with all sorts of shocked gasps, disbelief, and teary eyes—the kind of over-the-top acting that often made Li Weidu feel it was too exaggerated to take seriously. He always thought, is it that big of a deal?
But no.
It is that big of a deal!
It felt like a nuclear strike had just landed, shattering his entire worldview into pieces. He’d been listening to the speech for several minutes, still questioning whether he was dreaming. Should he wake up?
Because… who is that dashing, scholarly-looking man on stage?
The face is familiar, and the build and voice too… But still, despite all that, he doesn’t have anyone in his life who could be described as a “young talent,” nor does he know someone who wears a suit so precisely, with every cufflink fastened so meticulously.
Who are you? Where have you hidden my baby bear who lounges in flip-flops and tank tops, who loves junk food and street snacks? Give me back my bear, the one who confidently flaunts his muscles every day!
As these thoughts swirled in his mind, countless fragmented details began to slowly piece together.
The entire summer was spent seemingly idle, wandering around aimlessly day after day. Ha, ha… A university professor’s summer vacation—of course, it’s supposed to be uneventful, right?
Thinking back to when their relationship was still purely platonic, the late-night chats about Kant1A figure of modern philosophy, the casual quotes from Wang Zengqi, and the mentions of his travels to Japan, Poland, North America, and Egypt. The more Li Weidu thinks about it, the more he feels it’s almost absurd—how could he have been so blind to these signs, right under his nose, for such a long time?
He even worried about him being unemployed, about him having no one to rely on once his youthful days were over!
“Principal, may I ask, how long has this Mr. Ji… been working here at your university?”
Clinging to a last shred of hope. Hmm, maybe he was working odd jobs while studying, rising up against the odds…
“Mr. Ji has always been with us. He stayed on after completing his PhD here. Oh, he’s actually a prized protégé of the law school’s Dean Wang, right beside you. He skipped grades, pursued consecutive degrees, and graduated at the young age of twenty-five. He’s been teaching here ever since.”
“…”
So, there really was no dramatic story of rising against the odds, was there?
Beside him, Vice Principal Li and the Deputy Dean of the Law School exchanged a discreet glance. Ahem, the way Mr. Li is looking at Professor Ji, there are really no words for it.
One could call it intensely passionate. But if you said it was love at first sight for Professor Ji, this intensity also seemed to carry a hint of… something ominous. But if it looked like he was glaring at an enemy—well, who looks at their enemy like that? If someone did, it’d most likely be a case of love-hate.
Just as they were trying to figure out what was going on, Mr. Li suddenly stood up with a “swish.”
“I’ll do it.”
Meow meow?2Indicating confusion and surprise The ceremonial girl standing by, ready to present the flowers at the end of the speech, was indignant but didn’t dare say a word. She’d spent so much time getting dolled up, even putting her hair in an elaborate updo, only to have her chance to beautifully present flowers to the campus heartthrob snatched away?
But upon closer inspection, the one taking her flowers was quite the handsome guy himself.
His single eyelids had an upward tilt at the corners, the epitome of exquisite features. His skin was so fair, yet he didn’t seem like the type who’d bother with face masks. Could it be natural? No amount of money spent on skincare products could compare to such natural beauty.
Li Weidu calmly checked his watch. For the opening speech, that someone had already spoken for a full ten minutes.
His face was composed, but inside, he was anything but calm.
The deep voice had a kind of raspy tenderness, the kind that makes your skin tingle and your senses come alive. Amplified through the hall’s sound system, it struck straight at the heart and veins.
Such a sexy voice that it seemed to captivate the entire audience!
A wave of possessiveness surged up, almost making Li Weidu want to drag him off the stage and into a car, stripping him down right there!
I had to hold myself back.
With a wicked smile, he carried the bouquet onto the stage.
Ji Kai: “……”
Am I seeing things, or does this research student’s appearance and figure really resemble my partner’s?
“Professor Ji.” The voice even sounds the same.
“The speech is not bad.”
Ji Kai maintained his smile and discreetly swallowed.
“Last night I told you to go to bed early, and you said you wanted to read, so you were memorizing this speech, right?”
“……”
“And you even secretly changed your clothes before heading out. Did you think it was funny to tease me? If I hadn’t noticed, you would have kept playing this game, wouldn’t you?”
Ji Kai: This… cough, Weidu, let me explain.
Li Weidu: I’m not listening, I’m not listening!
……
……
Vice Principal Li and the Deputy Dean of the Law School exchanged bewildered glances. Didn’t Mr. Li say he was going shopping earlier? How come an hour has passed, and he’s still not leaving?
Throughout, Mr. Li sat between them, oddly focused on his phone.
Li Shaoye3Contact nickname, means Young Master Li: Qi Yang! Do you know Ji Kai is a teacher?!!
Qi Yang: Oh, has Brother Kai taught you any new positions?
Li Shaoye: I’m talking about his profession! He’s a university professor!
Qi Yang: Oh.
Li Shaoye: Why are you so calm? He teaches at a university, he’s not a bricklayer!
Qi Yang: I never thought he was a bricklayer. He doesn’t have that kind of demeanor. The tabloids calling him a “little migrant worker” was clearly just a joke.
Li Shaoye: …
Qi Yang: Wei Xuan said he looks like he works in a corporate or government office. So he’s actually a university professor? Does he teach sports?
Li Shaoye: …
After exiting the chat with Qi Yang, Li Weidu re-entered the “Take Medicine to Fight East China Hongxing Gang” group, but couldn’t bring himself to ask in the group chat, so he privately messaged the actively posting lawyer, Zuo Yan.
Li Shaoye: Ji Kai is a university professor???
Zuo Yan: Huh, you’re only finding out now? Didn’t he tease you about it for half a year?
Li Shaoye: … Everyone knew his profession!
Zuo Yan: Of course, we all knew.
Staring at his phone, Mr. Li remained in a state of confusion for a while. After thinking it over, he asked Lawyer Zuo an extremely silly question.
“Does Zhu Ling know he’s actually not a bricklayer?”
Zuo Yan: …
Zuo Yan: …
Zuo Yan: What do you think?
So, am I the only one who’s this naïve and clueless?!
……
“Actually, you don’t need to be so worked up,” Ji Kai said when he got home that day, being unusually obedient. He busied himself with household chores, now diligently wiping the small coffee table next to Li Weidu’s sofa.
“Think about it carefully; I never actually said I was a bricklayer.”
Li Weidu: “No, you did say that!”
“Not really, I just never denied it throughout. To be honest, it’s probably the fault of that tabloid, which inexplicably labeled me as a bricklayer.”
Li Weidu was unconvinced: “I remember clearly. A long time ago, I thought you didn’t have a job. When I suggested you could work at our company, you told me you were going to be a bricklayer, and you said it yourself!”
Ji Kai: “No, what people commonly refer to as ‘making money’ is often called ‘laying bricks’.”
“That’s nonsense, I’ve never heard that before!”
“That’s because you’re not in the bricklaying class, so you wouldn’t know… Oops.”
The cartoon-like cleaning cloth fell to the floor.
Here it comes again!
Li Weidu’s racial talent, the kind of kisses that often make you feel even more submissive than a direct physical encounter. And today’s version wasn’t the gentle one, but the kind that forcefully pins you against the wall!
“Professor Ji,” came the breathy voice, filled with desire.
“A child who lies should be punished, shouldn’t they?”
…Seriously. Qi Yang is a troublemaker, GV is a troublemaker.
Li Weidu managed to build such a large company at a young age, so his learning ability is undoubtedly impressive. Ever since he started watching those films, his variety of teasing techniques, the heat that makes your ears tingle, and those cheeky lines have all become refined.
After being skillfully touched a few times, and with March being the season for cats in heat, humans, as higher animals, aren’t much better off, and soon enough, he couldn’t hold his legs together.
Li Weidu pressed one long leg against him. Just as things were getting ambiguous, he suddenly stopped, looking at Ji Kai with a somewhat perverse and twisted amusement, surveying the already dizzy and delicious-looking person in front of him.
“You looked… really good in what you wore during the day.”
“……”
“Show me, will you?”
Ji Kai felt like crying without tears. What kind of operation is this!? Aren’t we going to take it all off anyway? Why do we need to change into something else now?
“Quickly go and change, or else…” It’s simply cruel to stir up someone’s interest and then put them on hold. If you don’t listen, he won’t touch you.
“Back in college, I failed a few courses mainly because I was busy with company matters and had no time to pay attention.”
“At that time, I thought some university teachers were quite unreasonable, not letting me pass even with fifty-something points. I’m the kind of person who has a strong sense of revenge, always thinking about when I’d have the chance to make them pay…”
“Smack.” He obediently changed back into his suit and leather shoes, and got a smack on the butt!
Professor Ji felt utterly defeated. What just happened? Where am I? What are we going to do next?
Then, the next second, he was pinned down on the sofa.
That night was incredible; they did it three times.
The intensity was unprecedented like a mini motor turned into a pile driver. It was brutally rough. By the end, the pleasure was magnified several times, leaving him somewhat dazed. His self-restraint seemed to disappear entirely. Whenever he came back to reality, all he could feel was the cold sweat on his body and the passionate embrace.
That night’s new experiences weren’t just about the spanking; there were various new worlds explored, including the long-awaited alternative GC4I don’t know what this is T-T involving deep throating by two slender, fair hands.
Waking up the next afternoon with a sore back and aching body, it wasn’t just that he felt soft all over—he felt completely spent.
The room was a mess. Cups and glasses were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with the scent of debauchery. Professor Ji felt that if things continued like this, their warm home would soon become a battlefield. How could they continue living here?
Going to the study to read, he’d think, ah, I’ve been pressed against this glass door; going to the bathroom to shower, he’d think, ah, the bathtub, toilet, and sink were all used for play; cooking in the open kitchen, he’d think about the night he was kneaded on the chopping board…
Li Weidu nodded: “Hmm, next time we’ll go to your office.”
Professor Ji: “……”
Translator: Lynn
Translations are not 100% correct. Please let me know if there are typos/mistakes in the chapter.
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