“You’re Not Even Going to Try This?”

Jian Mingzhou graduated from a prestigious university and he also had an outstanding appearance and friendly personality. He appeared perfect with no flaws in the eyes of outsiders. But there was one thing no one knew about: He liked to read BL. After graduating, Jian Mingzhou lived alone and worked as a BL comic editor. Externally, he was a mature adult but in fact, his room was filled with fan-comics. One day, he received a call from a close friend—- “My nephew’s training site is near your place. Would he be able to stay at your place for a while?” Jian Mingzhou, “How old is your nephew?” “Very big.” He bent down and slowly hid his giant stash of BL fan-comics. * The university student who came to stay at his place was called Xie Jing. He was a sports student, tall and handsome, intelligent, and he also had many friends. What Jian Mingzhou was most satisfied with was that the other party showed no curiosity towards him. So he let down his guard and freely pursued his interests. * At a crowded fanwork exhibition. Jian Mingzhou had just stepped out of a booth when he ran into Xie Jing, who had been forcibly brought along by his friend. The fan-comic in his bag was quite eye-catching. The two of them were silent for several seconds. Xie Jing, “Uncle.” Jian Mingzhou calmly interrupted, “Do you know what a proxy is…” Xie Jing, “The ‘To:’ autograph is about to fall out.” Jian Mingzhou, “…” Jian Mingzhou, “Oh, thanks.” —– Xie Jing was good-looking, came from a good family background and seemed to get along with everyone, but in fact, he wasn’t interested in anyone. This was until he saw Jian Mingzhou, who was six or seven years older than him, trying to appear calm despite his bright red ears. “Uncle, do you want to read the new BL comic I bought for you?” Xie Jing hugged him from behind, “Younger top, cohabitation. Don’t you ship this?” “…I don’t. Get out.”