Chapter 22: Run, you're much straighter than Lu Xun!

Lu Ming warily knocked on Lu Xun's door.

Lu Xun opened the door with a tolerable expression on his face, but when his eyes swept behind Lu Ming and realized that Ye Yao wasn't following, he immediately switched to a menacing face.

He pulled Lu Ming in and slammed the door shut, preventing Lu Ming's screams from getting out later and tarnishing his image in Ye Yao's mind.

Lu Ming immediately held his head, "Don't hit people in the face! I still have to perform on stage!"

"What the fuck did you say to him that he said he wanted to leave early in the morning?" Lu Xun grabbed his cousin by the collar, his voice cold as shit, "If you don't clear things up today, you don't have to come here anymore."

Lu Ming's voice was weak, "Just ...... what he said to you in his voice."

"You think he's not straight, that he has a crush on me like that whoever before?" Lu Xun gave a laugh and almost picked Lu Ming up whole as he snapped, "What makes you think he's not straight? Why are you slandering him?"

The fiercer Lu Xun's attitude became, the more Lu Ming hated to shrink himself into a ball, his voice weak as he tried to reason, "He wore your pajamas and said that your relationship was better than everyone else's, that's why you lent him your clothes. Purposely not bringing pajamas and borrowing yours to wear, only someone with a crush would go to great lengths to get closer to their sweetheart like that, right?"

Lu Xun's face was even more stormy: "I was the one who told him not to bring his pajamas and to just wear mine. According to you, it's me who has a crush on him, that's why I'm trying every possible way to get closer to my sweetheart like this, isn't it?"

Lu Ming was shocked, "......?"

"I already told you last time, you haven't had friends with such good feelings, so don't use your ignorance to speculate more, are you not listening to my words at all?" Lu Xun became more and more angry, he pressed Lu Ming's shoulder and neck with one hand, so that Lu Ming could only listen to him with his head stretched out and the back of his head pressed against the door.

Whether or not Lu Ming's head would hurt if he pressed it against the door was not on his mind.

And Lu Ming had no time for anything else; he saw something that would shock him as a Northerner for a whole year.

He saw Lu Xun's bedside table, on top of which there was only a photo frame. Inside the frame was a picture of two youths intimately face to face, smiling and looking at the camera.

Lu Ming's mouth opened wide in surprise.

"Go apologize to him, tell him you're sorry for wronging him, and never talk nonsense in front of him again." Lu Xun coldly said, "Go now!"

Lu Ming is confused, "This, this, you ......"

Lu Xun's face sank, "You don't want to?"

"Not ......"

Lu Ming is really a straight man, and he feels that in his entire life, even after he is buried, he will be completely unable to understand such an operation.

Who takes a picture like this with a friend and then washes it out and purposely puts it next to their bed? Isn't that the first thing you see every day before you go to sleep and when you wake up?

"How ...... do you still put such a photo next to the bed and look at it?" Lu Ming really can't hold it anymore, not afraid of death to ask.

Lu Xun's tone was bad: "I can watch it if I want to, it's none of your business. Are you going to apologize?"

"I'll go, I'll go." Lu Ming's entire soul flew away.

Why did he think Ye Yao wasn't straight before? Just by looking at his behavior, Ye Yao is a straight man compared to Lu Xun!

He'd wronged the straight man of steel, and it was his fault.

Lu Xun releases the man and gives Lu Ming a wink to open the door and get the hell out of there and apologize.

Lu Ming opened the door, and before he left, he couldn't help but turn around and take another look.

This time, he saw something that would shock his ancestors for a whole year.

On the window side of Lu Xun's room was the desk, and he didn't know what Lu Xun would have put on his desktop in the old days, but it certainly wasn't what was sitting there now.

Because right now on Lu Xun's desktop, there are several balls of pink wool, stick needles for knitting sweaters, and an unfinished pink sweater.

Lu Ming's brain, before he could formally react, this had already come to a conclusion - Lu Xun was knitting a sweater for Ye Yao.

While he's down there wondering if Ye Yao isn't straight, Lu Xun is up there sweetly knitting Ye Yao a pink sweater.

Who the hell is not straight?

Lu Ming was so frightened by the image imagined in his mind that his foot twisted and he fell straight on the flat ground.

"Huh?" Lu Xun frowned and looked over to see Lu Ming fall into this stupid state, and tried to pick the man up.

"Ah, don't come over here!" Lu Ming panicked and crawled quickly, climbed to the top of the stairs and plopped down.

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Ye Yao went to visit Lu Ming who had sprained his foot.

Lu Ming's injuries were not serious, but he needed to stay in bed for a few days. He was lying on the bed with a look of relief that he had seen through life and death.

Seeing Ye Yao, the look on his face shifted to guilt, and with a look of sincerity, he said, "I'm sorry, I apologize for suspecting you weren't straight before."

"...... It's okay, no need to apologize." Ye Yao smiled helplessly.

Anyway, it's true that he's not straight and didn't suspect wrong.

Lu Xun went out to answer a phone call, probably from his family, and Ye Yao and Lu Ming were the only two people left in the room.

Lu Ming looked around quickly to make sure that no one else could overhear, and then eagerly beckoned to Ye Yao.

Ye Yao walked up to him for some reason and heard Lu Ming's lowered voice.

"If you're really straight ...... believe me, run, you're much straighter than Lu Xun!"