Chapter 68: Cutting the wrong number

Sheng Mingzhi gave Lu Jiayan three seconds to explain, though.

But before Lu Jiayan could explain, within three seconds he reacted to himself, a little embarrassed.

He had never had such close contact with Lu Jiayan outside.

Sheng Mingzhi loosened his grip on Lu Jiayan's neck and was about to come down.

But Lu Jiayan seemed to notice his movement, and instead of letting go of his hand, he turned his head to look at him with a smile.

Sheng Mingzhi was furious at his stare, so he gave him a twist on the shoulder: "Let go of me."

Lu Jiayan said thoughtfully, "You weren't shy just now. Now you're shy?"

At this point, Sheng Mingzhi's ears reddened as he got to the heart of the matter.

Being a man at heart, he had no trouble breaking free on Lu Jiayan's back, after all, little Mr. Sheng is strong enough to open the lid of a frozen dried egg with his bare hands.

He broke Lu Jiayan's grip in a couple of seconds.

As a result, Sheng Mingzhi stumbled for a moment as he jumped off Lu Jiayan's back with such force that he lost his footing.

As soon as he tilted his body, Lu Jiayan reacted by reaching out and wrapping his arms around him, taking him into his embrace.

He didn't let go even when he was on his feet, his right hand firmly restrained around Sheng Mingzhi's waist.

He wore a very thin trench coat today, which over his body outlined his waist and long legs to perfection.

The belt is tied so tightly that you can barely take your eyes off it.

Sheng Mingzhi stands firmly and then looks up, his eyes locking with Shen Ling at the entrance to the music room.

She arrived at some point, standing with Jiang Bie, and most importantly giving him and Lu Jiayan that flirtatious look.

-- making it sound like they're doing something unseen here!

The hand on his waist grew hotter and hotter.

Sheng Mingzhi hurriedly tried to distance himself from Lu Jiayan, replying to his earlier comment, "Who's shy. I just don't think it's appropriate to get involved in a place as sacred as school."

Lu Jiayan lowered his eyes, his tone smiling, "What's wrong? Young Mr. Sheng, at this age, still afraid of being caught in early love?"

......

......

What do you mean at this age?

Sheng Mingzhi has always been the age of dissing Lu Jiayan, but I never thought I would be dissed by Lu Jiayan again one day.

He sneered, "Please don't drag us post-90s who are about to run away to sink together with us post-00s, thank you. I'm just right for early love at my age, you'll have a bit of a hard time!"

Sheng Mingzhi has not forgotten that after this birthday, Lu Jiayan will be 29 years old.

Wouldn't rounding up make it thirty.

A veritable old man.

Lu Jiayan said coolly, "That's true. It's a bit difficult to fall in love early, but you can get married early and have children early."

Sheng Mingzhi glared at him, "Who married you and had children early?"

"Hmm. Early parenting is a bit of a stretch too."

Lu Jiayan's eyes sweep over the small of his back.

Sheng Mingzhi realised what was going on as an afterthought, and his neck turned red in a flash.

What kind of outrageous thoughts is this old pervert thinking in the middle of the day, you mother?

He was about to have a fit, but remembered that it was Lu Jiayan's birthday.

At that moment, the temper was restrained a lot, the birthday boy was the biggest, small Mr. Sheng tolerated it.

Shen Ling and Jiang Bie came out of the music classroom, said hello to Sheng Mingzhi and then went to the auditorium.

To be honest, when Jiang Bie appeared in front of Lu Jiayan, Sheng Mingzhi's heart was inexplicably a little weak.

He didn't actually know what he was being vain about.

Ming Ming and Jiang Bie have a pure friendship, probably because Jiang Bie and Lu Jiayan gave him the same bracelet for his birthday last time.

Lu Jiayan has been jealous for a long time, not knowing what he was doing.

He was so affected that he made it seem like there was something between him and Jiang Bie.

However, it is a good thing that Jiang Bie did not know Lu Jiayan very well.

When Shen Ling said hello, he just nodded politely.

Sheng Mingzhi's imagined embarrassing scenes did not happen.

Only after Jiang Bie had left did he realize that he was so self-absorbed, had he become thick-skinned after hanging out with Lu Jiayan? Did he really think that everyone in the world was interested in him?

In the blink of an eye, they were the only two left at the entrance to the music classroom.

Sheng Mingzhi then slowly asked, "What brings you here today?"

I thought a workaholic like Lu Jiayan would never give up work even on his birthday.

Lu Jiayan's voice was steady: "I'm also a student at the secondary school and my alma mater is celebrating its centenary, is it strange to come here?"

Oh.

It turned out that it was because of the school festival that they came back.

Sheng Mingzhi's heart squirmed for a moment.

It didn't show.

But the more you think about it, the angrier you get.

I thought to myself, "Lu Jiayan, this dog of a man, even if he didn't answer him on WeChat, he came to the secondary school for the school festival? Shouldn't he have said he was here for him at this time?

That's it?

Is this the attitude you take when chasing someone?

It seems that Lu Jiayan has only been teasing Sheng Mingzhi for a short while before he has broken his spirit.

Sheng Mingzhi heard the man give a soft laugh and looked up with some confusion on his face, the loss written in his eyes, nice and guessing and straightforward.

He's all smiles like that.

Sheng Mingzhi, even if he was slow, knew that Lu Jiayan had done it on purpose.

He blushed and thought for half a day before spitting out the words, "You're boring without fail."

The centenary of the Annexe is open-ended.

There aren't many people on this side of the music room, but Sheng Mingzhi was in the hot seat a while back.

It's not the same as it was in the past, it's not the same little 18-line blob that could go out and get away with nothing.

Slightly hotter than before, Sheng Mingzhi now needs to wear a mask to avoid being recognised by passers-by.

Lu Jiayan's car was not driven to the school.

Sheng Mingzhi then had to follow him to the car park.

He took the customary half step behind and, as he remembered, looked up to see Lu Jiayan's back.

The habits he had developed over the years had prevented him from noticing the slightest impropriety.

Until Lu Jiayan suddenly stopped and Sheng Mingzhi almost ran into him.

He looked up with a slightly puzzled look in his eyes, as if he didn't understand why Lu Jiayan had stopped.

Then, Sheng Mingzhi seemed to realise something and for a moment quickened his pace to catch up with the half-step difference.

No longer looking at his back, finally alongside him.

Sheng Mingzhi was in a good mood and on his way to the garage, he told Lu Jiayan a lot of interesting stories about his school days.

Lu Jiayan is a good listener and will cater to him from time to time. Both went out of the Annexe and have quite a lot in common when it comes to talking about school.

When I was a student at the secondary school, I did not cross paths with Sheng Mingzhi at all.

When Sheng Xu was free, he used to bring Sheng Mingzhi to the senior school to play with him.

He remembers Sheng Xu's brother as a very quiet teenager.

When he played basketball, he would always sit in the audience with his bag in his arms, not talking and just waiting quietly to go home with Sheng Xu.

Passing by the list of excellence in the Annexe, Sheng Mingzhi stopped in his tracks like he had found something new.

There are about a hundred people on the list of excellence in the Annexe, all of whom have been top students over the years, and those who are a little older have now become some of the country's most famous scientific minds.

Despite having graduated many years ago, he and Lu Jiayan are still pictured on the list of excellence.

The photographs preserve the memories of old times.

In the photo, Sheng Mingzhi and Lu Jiayan both look like high school students, so there is no age difference.

It was only at this point that Lu Jiayan finally realised that he had missed Sheng Mingzhi by many years.

It took so long to get together when we had obviously met so long ago.

Sheng Mingzhi took out his mobile phone and took a photo to remember the occasion. The little flower peacock complimented his ID photo rather narcissistically.

In the middle of her speech, she noticed that Lu Jiayan was lost in thought, so she stopped and asked tentatively, "Brother Jiayan. Are you still listening to me?"

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Do you have any conscience at all? You could easily lose me like this!

Lu Jiayan returned to his senses and said, "Thinking about things."

Sheng Mingzhi was subtly annoyed: "What's on your mind?"

Shit.

Is it more important than me.

If you dare say it's more important than me you're dead.

"Thinking about ......" Lu Jiayan suddenly paused and spoke with a sigh, "It's a shame I didn't fall in love with little Mr. Sheng early."

He looks genuinely sorry for himself as his eyes fall on Sheng Mingzhi's photo ID, which shows a handsome, young boy of seventeen.

......

......

Next.

Sheng Mingzhi blurted out, "Are you perverted?!"

Lu Jiayan: ......?

He wanted to say how he had suddenly become perverted.

But it soon became clear where Sheng Mingzhi's understanding was heading.

Lu Jiayan gave a little chuckle, a bit of flirtation in his tone, "What are you thinking. You don't think I have any ideas about underage people."

Sheng Mingzhi looked at him in silence.

Lu Jiayan explained, "I was only in college when you were in high school? How come you can't have early love."

Sheng Mingzhi retorted, "That's my early love too, what kind of early love are you?"

"Hmm. So little Mr. Sheng means he agrees to have an early relationship with me?"

"Who agrees? Don't be so self-absorbed. I had plenty of chasers in high school, okay, so why would I want to fall in love with an old-fashioned college student."

"That's true." Lu Jiayan nodded, his tone sour: "After all, little Mr. Sheng had someone else in mind when he was in high school."

Sheng Mingzhi: "......"

Lu Jiayan, in a sour mood, said in a matter-of-fact way, "It's always been popular."

There is a vague allusion to the Jiang Bie affair.

Coming Coming.

He knew Lu Jiayan had it in mind.

Sheng Mingzhi thought the dog man had come over from the office with all the fuss to see him with Jiang Bie and didn't mind at all.

Hopefully, it's here waiting for him.

However.

Sheng Mingzhi was quite happy to see him jealous.

Only on second thought, it was logical that he should be with him on such an important event as his birthday.

But he didn't pay much attention to him for the first two days, and on his birthday he ran with Shen Ling to the Annex ...... so that Sheng Mingzhi, who considers himself to be at a disadvantage, became a little soft-hearted.

He coughed dryly and explained, "I didn't do it on purpose. It's because I've pigeonholed Shen Ling a few times before, and if I pigeonholed him again, I'd have to cut him off."

Lu Jiayan said quietly, "Well. It's okay, little Mr. Sheng, don't mind me, I was just saying that."

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

Don't you give me tea.

-

After a short stroll around the annex in the afternoon, Sheng Mingzhi felt like he was running out of energy.

The youngest ancestor has always been unable to bear hardship and has to take the car when he is not even 10 minutes away from home, not to mention the tiring task of walking around campus.

Any further excitement of reminiscing about youth is sapped.

Exhausted, he turned to Lu Jiayan, who was still walking steadily, not even taking a breath.

......

What's going on, who's the older one?

It was a good thing that time passed quickly and it was only at twilight that Sheng Mingzhi felt a little hungry.

Yao Shen had already booked a restaurant for them, chosen according to Sheng Mingzhi's tastes.

After dinner, it was nine o'clock when we returned to XiShan One.

Lu Jiayan's birthday will be over in three hours.

He didn't seem to have a strong need for his own birthday rituals, didn't mention a word about them from start to finish and didn't seem to care at all.

Unlike Sheng Mingzhi, who had a birthday party on a yacht.

The materialistic desire is so low that Sheng Mingzhi is a little shocked.

He thought Lu Jiayan's birthday would be celebrated by many people.

As it turned out, we were looking at three hours to go.

Lu Jiayan's birthday looks a little more miserable than Sheng Mingzhi's extravagant and extravagant birthday!

It's about as if he has everything written on his face.

Lu Jiayan asked, "Was the food not to your liking?"

Sheng Mingzhi shook his head.

Finally, I couldn't resist asking, "Jiayan. Is it always this cold when you have a birthday?"

It's almost as if the words "I can't believe there are people who have such a miserable life" are written on their faces.

Who knew that Lu Jiayan would behave strangely?

The face says, "Did you know it was my birthday?".

His mind was always hard to guess, but this time it was really too obvious.

Sheng Mingzhi saw it at first sight and felt anger.

Why, what's so strange about him remembering his birthday?

Isn't that how it should be?

After three seconds of silence, Lu Jiayan speaks up.

"Cold and clear? Why do I feel okay."

"Where's the good. You don't even have a cake!"

He also thought.

For a birthday like Lu Jiayan's, you'd have to take a yacht and party on the high seas for three days and nights.

Not to say that the paper is drunk, but the cards should still be there.

Where is it like now, when there is actually no one around but yourself?

etc.

Isn't his brother Lu Jiayan's best friend, why didn't he come to celebrate for Lu Jiayan today?

Sheng Mingzhi The more you think about it, the more outrageous it becomes.

Immediately, he sent a message on WeChat asking his brother if he knew it was Lu Jiayan's birthday.

Putting Sheng Xu to a question: [?

Sheng Mingzhi indifference: [Don't you want to show it? How about a Lamborghini?

Sheng Xu let out a laugh, as if he could see through Sheng Mingzhi, and replied: [If you want it, just say so. Don't use Lu Jiayan's birthday as an excuse.

He was so angry that Sheng Mingzhi wanted to blackball his brother.

Is he that kind of person?

...... in his brother's mind it seems, indeed.

Sheng Xu also came in cheaply: [It's not like there are no gifts.

He: [It is my verbal blessing].

Without a second's hesitation, Sheng Mingzhi decided to hack his brother.

I would like to remind Lu Jiayan to be careful when making friends and not to make friends with people like his brother.

However, Lu Jiayan does not take his birthday very seriously.

No one used to celebrate his birthday for him, and when he was busy he forgot about it himself.

The older I get, the more muddled my birthdays seem to become.

Sheng Mingzhi, however, thought otherwise.

His birthday is still a pretty big deal in his mind.

And Lu Jiayan takes his calmness for granted.

Ming, he remembered, was still buzzing from Lu Jiayan's birthday at university.

There are friends and classmates.

They would have a little party at the villa, and Lu Jiayan would stand in the middle of the crowd shining and receiving everyone's blessings.

And when did he start not having birthdays.

Sheng Mingzhi's mind was a little bored, which made him think of the time when the other man was abroad at university.

He was not unaware that Lu Jiayan was having a difficult time abroad at the time.

How can a man who has to worry about whether he will continue to live tomorrow care about his birthday.

...... But he cares.

Sheng Mingzhi's loss is all too evident.

Lu Jiayan's eyes fluttered slightly, as if realising something, and he smiled, "Isn't there a little Mr. Sheng to keep me company?"

"That's not the same." Sheng Mingzhi said nervously.

"Besides." Lu Jiayan reassures with a straight face, "Post-90s like us, who are running their third year, are actually quite sensitive to age."

Sheng Mingzhi lifts his head and looks at him.

Lu Jiayan said, "That's why I don't like birthdays."

...... What an odd reason this is.

Don't you get old without a birthday?

However, the fact that he was talking such nonsense washed away a little of the soreness in Sheng Mingzhi's heart.

He took out his mobile phone and expedited a custom cake to XiShan One.

In order to take care of Lu Jiayan's "fragile glass heart", he also wrote "Happy 18th anniversary to Jiayan".

Lu Jiayan hasn't had a cake in quite a few years.

So when Sheng Mingzhi got the cake, a soft spot in his heart was poked hard.

One XiShan is as tranquil as a painting.

Sheng Mingzhi lit the candle and said solemnly, "Make your wish. Otherwise it will expire after zero hour."

Lu Jiayan seemed to find it a bit of a novelty, "Can I wish for anything?"

Sheng Mingzhi nodded, thinking that of course it would be possible and that it wouldn't happen anyway.

Lu Jiayan paused and made a slow wish, "So, I hope little Mr. Sheng will give me a name soon, or stay with me forever?"

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

He blushed, "Why do you have to say it when you make a wish?"

Lu Jiayan is righteous: "How can we make it happen if we don't say it?"

...... Do you call that making a wish.

You call that a threat!

Blowing out the candles, Lu Jiayan looked to Sheng Mingzhi and smiled, "Little Mr. Sheng can I have my wish now?"

Sheng Mingzhi stammered and said, "You've only been chasing for how long. What's the hurry."

"There's no rush." Lu Jiayan says innocently, "It's time to have a mid-life crisis, since we're already in our third year."

Sheng Mingzhi :?

"What kind of mid-life crisis are you having?"

You've been talking about old men and you're really starting to rely on them?

"Midlife ...... relationship crisis?" Lu Jiayan brazenly continues, "Actually, during this time, I have been having a lot of internal conflict and also a lot of anxiety, tension and low self-esteem."

Anxiety? Low self-esteem?

It's completely unnoticeable, don't be so self-absorbed.

How dare the dog man, huh?

Seeing that he did not answer.

Lu Jiayan looked at Sheng Mingzhi with those peach blossom eyes, the end of which was like a hook, and opened the door: " Mingzhi. So, for the sake of me liking you so much, when are you going to start liking me."

"Poof".

Sheng Mingzhi heard his own heartbeat amplified in the air.

I don't know if it was ten seconds or ten minutes before Sheng Mingzhi heard his own voice, softly, "Let's see how you do."

Lu Jiayan: "Haven't I done well enough?"

When Sheng Mingzhi heard this, he said, "Where is it good?"

He raised his voice, "You call that lousy chasing technique of yours good? If I hadn't-"

If it weren't for the fact that I like you, you wouldn't have been able to catch up in a hundred years.

The words were on the edge of my tongue and then I stopped in my tracks.

Halfway through Lu Jiayan's speech, somehow his heart suddenly hung in the air for a moment.

After waiting for a while for Sheng Mingzhi's next sentence, his tone suddenly lightened, as if coaxing, "If it weren't for you, how?"

The air in the living room was as frozen as if it had been frozen.

Sheng Mingzhi suddenly lost his temper, but then said furiously, "You know better than to ask!"

He was clearly in love with him, but his words were so harsh: "Don't you know whether I like you or not? What are you pretending to be, or am I a philanthropist who gives you sleep for nothing?"

Sometimes knowing the answer and seeing the answer are very different feelings.

Even Lu Jiayan's heart still skipped a beat when he was confronted with his beloved's confession.

Sheng Mingzhi finished in one go, feeling that he had fallen behind, and hurriedly said, "That's also because you liked me first, so I liked you. Don't be so smug!"

Afraid it wasn't enough, he added calmly, "And I only like you a little bit at the moment."

Sheng Mingzhi felt he was behaving quite normally.

At least Lu Jiayan didn't think he liked him too much.

After all, the sound of Lu Jiayan's heart about to beat out of his chest when he said he liked him was no lie.

After cutting the cake, Sheng Mingzhi, still in a trance, took a picture and tried to look up to ask Lu Jiayan if he could take a picture and tweet it.

Then suddenly I remembered what Lu Jiayan had said.

He can post whatever he wants, no need to ask him.

This unexplained indulgence gave him a great sense of security.

Sheng Mingzhi picked a photo of himself with Lu Jiayan and a photo of a cake to tweet.

@ Sheng Mingzhi: [share image]

A high-spirited bunch.

This is the first time he has posted a photo of himself with Lu Jiayan on Twitter, not wanting to appear too excited and embarrassed.

Immediately there were comments, and Sheng Mingzhi looked at them and in a good mood picked out a few replies.

"Who's birthday? Your husband?"

[Hmm.]

"Your husband's birthday and you share pictures with four words so high and mighty??"

[Or what?]

"The show of affection was too cold, shriveled up and reposted."

[Show your love, split up fast (soybean smile)]

Heh.

He knew that Sheng Jia's official blog was following his account, and that lapdog official blog was always reporting to Lu Jiayan about anything, so he could let it get the better of him?

However, the desire to show off and scream simply could not be suppressed.

Sheng Mingzhi switched to a smaller number and sent out another tweet, typing calmly but with the content of an exploding firework.

[ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ！！！！ so want to roll so want to tell him actually I also super super super super super super like him!!! He also said his birthday wish was to be with me all the time so please please please God make his wish come true please please TvT!!!]

Click to send.

Unwittingly, the corners of the upward turning mouth are pressed down.

The result was an extraordinary vibrating sound from the phone.

Sheng Mingzhi is slightly stunned.

The screen lit up and the Twitter comments stacked up like a storm.

One of the most striking articles.

"Did you cut the wrong number?"

Sheng Mingzhi's brain went blank for a second.

Grabbing his phone with a jerk, he found that the tweet he had sent from his small number had been sent to the top of his large number.

...... my grass.