Cannon Fodder Counterattacks Spiritual Writings (19)

"Okay, then I'll wait for your good news!" Professor Wu smiled and hung up the phone in his hand, then stood up to clean up the messy papers on the desk.

After teaching for so many years, it is not that he has not met geniuses, but the number of such people is still very small, especially in recent years, the social atmosphere has become more and more impetuous. Scholars can be regarded as rare.

Moreover, this is a society that pays attention to market competitiveness in everything. Although the Department of History is not declining, it is still difficult to regain its glory. Although he knows that this is the inevitable development of history, he still sighs every time he thinks of this.

It was also for this reason that he was so excited when he saw Yi Che's article, even to the point of gaffe.

After all, this article by Yi Che seems to him to be flawless, and he firmly believes that as long as it is published, it will definitely generate a great shock!

In his lifetime, he can see such a young man who has a bright future but still has a heart of innocence. As a teacher and a senior in history, he is really happy for him from the heart.

With satisfaction in his heart, Professor Wu put the documents in his hand into the bag and opened the door with a smile to prepare to go out.

"Professor." In the dimly lit corridor, Sun Lin looked a little gloomy. He raised his head and looked at Professor Wu who opened the door, blankly.

The dim lights in the office poured out.

Sun Lin's expressionless face was covered with a layer of dim light. There were large shadows behind him.

"Sun Lin?" Professor Wu was obviously stunned. He looked back at the clock hung on the wall and said in a puzzled way: "It's so late, why are you here?"

"Professor, I have something to ask you. "

Sun Lin tugged at the corners of his mouth, but his smile was stiff and pale.

Professor Wu frowned, his eyes flashed with a wise light behind his glasses, and he nodded and smiled heartily: "Okay, then come in and talk!"

Sity down at his desk, in the office quiet for a long while, Professor Wu was doubtful but looked at him with a look of encouragement.

Sun Lin gritted his teeth, then he said: "Professor, do you think ... how about my article?"

The speculation in his heart was partially confirmed. The smile on Professor Wu's face reduced a bit. He pushed his glasses and said,

"Didn't I say it in class? The writing is very good, but the historical facts need to be strengthened. Be careful not to bring too much personal emotions..."

"I am not asking this!"

Sun Lin suddenly raised his voice and interrupted Professor Wu's words, his face rose a little red, and he placed it on the table. Slowly clenched his hands into fists, and endured the anger in his heart:

"The same is your student, why does the professor only see my shortcomings?!"

The smile on his lips became a little strange, Professor Wu frowned almost imperceptibly and said: "You mean..."

"Yi Che!"

His ears reverberated with the full praise of the professor in front of him in class, as if there was another scene in front of him where they were mocking at himself. Sun Lin clenched his fists, a few bloodshots appeared in his eyes, raised his voice uncontrollably, and asked bluntly in his tone: "Why is it Yi Che? Am I not as good as him?!"

The look in Professor Wu's eyes were a bit subtle. He slowly sat upright, and the kind elder expression on his face was also put away bit by bit. The momentum of his body changed, his eyes flashed, and he said: "Do you think, it's unfair?"

Sun Lin's breath became heavy unconsciously. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Mine is same is about Oddingson. Yi Che just deliberately chose a direction that is at odds with the mainstream view. Is it because of this, can it be said that he is better than me?!"

"He is indeed better than you."

Professor Wu's eyes were slightly disappointed, facing those bloodshot eyes, he relentlessly said:

"Sun Lin, you let me feel a little disappoint."

Sun Lin suddenly widened his eyes, his muscles tightened instantly, and his heart was choked.

Professor Wu shook his head, took off his glasses and squeezed the bridge of his nose, and said exhaustedly:

"You are a good seedling, but your current mentality is very wrong."

"Do you want to know the gap?"

Professor Wu put his glasses back on, and said,

"Then I will tell you."

"Because what you write is only an article, and his is the highest dream you have pursued in your life."

His expression sighed complicatedly. In a tone, Professor Wu stood up, patted his shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Sun Lin, you are a person who has no dreams and lost yourself. Although I don't know what caused you to become like this. But, I still hope...you can get out of the case."

Yue Yue's well-proportioned back was sweaty, and he opened his mouth to bite Ye Sinian's Adam's apple. He vaguely said: "Not enough..."

"Huh?" Ye Sinian raised his head, his slender hands were climbing tightly on the man's broad back.

"It's too little..." Yue Yue's biting force increased and his pair of iron arms slammed the person into his arms, and the white mist suddenly steamed up in the dormitory.

There is only one huge bed in the huge room, which is one world apart from the narrow single bed in the dormitory.

"Where is this?" Ye Sinian only felt dizzy for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he had already arrived in this strange environment.

"Our home!" Yue Yue pressed him down like a beast, grabbing his waist with cold hands and turning him over vigorously.

The cold body covered him. His eyes flashed, Yue Yue bit the back of Ye Sinian's neck, and his movements became fierce again.

"Hmm~"

Ye Sinian turned his face patiently, the expression on his face seemed uncomfortable and joyful, his breathing was messy, and the pair of phoenix eyes squeezing into the water were half open and half closed. It seems to be forced to tears.

His slender and white legs were folded under him and shuddered slightly, and the tips of his fingers clutching the sheets were almost white. Ye Sinian was forced to maintain a kneeling and prone posture, bearing the cold and hot collision of the man behind him.

"You are mine!"

Yue Yue's eyes with different colors seem to be flowing with golden light, and they are full of rich to the extreme possessiveness. His tall and sturdy body covers Ye Sinian's body, bronze and milky. The white forms a vivid contrast, one cold like ice and one hot like fire.

"Say you love me!"

Yue Yue's breathing became heavy, his eyes fixed on the man below him, his confused expression, and his cold heart was hot at this time, and his lips and tongue below normal temperature were sweating. The shoulders gnawed and lingered, the strength of the top of the body couldn't help but aggravate it a bit.

"I, uh~ love you~"

Ye Sinian gasped quickly, his back pressed against the man's cold chest, and his whole body shuddered with emotion.

The dark color in Yueyue's eyes turned into substance. He stretched out his hand to lift Ye Sinian's face, his hot and cold lips and tongue entwined fiercely.

The bright moonlight shines into the room through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. In the dim light, the fierce collision of the entanglement and the man's hoarse seduction, moaning, groaning entangled together.

Walked out of the office in a muddle, standing still under the night sky, Professor Wu's heartfelt consolation echoed in his ears. Sun Lin raised his head and looked at the sky, his face completely blank.

He is a homosexual who has concealed his sexuality. He concealed everything just to make the road to success less thorny, and bear so much pressure just to prove his worth. But now, he has become a... a person who has no dreams?

How could it become like this?

Isn't his goal to succeed? How could he be a person without dreams and pursuits? Is he really not as good as Yi Che? Does he really live too falsely, just like Professor Wu said?

What should he do? Is it to face the heart sincerely, to find his repressed self, or to continue, with a thick disguise, living in the lies that he have woven?

If he choose to face himself, is it possible to succeed? Does he really have the courage to move towards his own goal under the criticism and contempt of others?

If he choose to pretend, then... can he really cut off those thoughts completely? Even if he want to suppress himself and endure others love without regret? Can he really live under such depression for a year, ten years, or even a lifetime?

Various thoughts were mixed together in his mind, as if his mind was about to explode.

Sun Lin looked blankly and sullenly sitting in the dark, as if standing at the crossroads of life, it was difficult to choose.

Not far behind him.

Half-length broken hair fell in his ears, and the expression on the face of the slightly thin boy was a little hesitant. He frowned and looked at Sun Lin's dejected back, then looked back at the teaching building where the lights were not far away.

Is he... bullied?

The boy bit his lip, his eyes flashed with clear anger, he turned around and headed towards the teaching building.

But after only a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

He touched his chin with lingering fear, and the terrible scene of being treated like that flashed in his mind. The boy bit his lip and hesitated in his eyes.

He was running fast just now. What if he run into someone who is not only not afraid of him, but also... bullying himself?

Tightening the corners of his clothes embarrassingly, the boy hesitated for a while, and finally turned back silently behind Sun Lin.

In the silent darkness, the phone rang suddenly.

Sun Lin took out his mobile phone and looked at the screen. His actions paused, only then did he answer the call with a numb expression.

"Sun Lin!" A middle-aged woman's voice came over the phone, sounding very happy.

"Well, mom, why so happy?" Sun Lin coughed lightly, temporarily leaving those mixed thoughts behind, and asked with some doubts.

Sun Lin's mother said aloud to other on the phone, then smiled and said: "Do you remember Luo Xiaojuan? She's the one in the same class as you in high school!"

"Um...what's wrong?" He frowned, a bad premonition rose in his heart.

Sun Lin's mother laughed happily, expressing meaningfully: "Oh, you don't know! This girl is doing well now! Her family conditions are good! Her uncle is the county magistrate!

"What do you want to say, mom?" Sun Lin frowned deeper, his tone became a little impatient.

Sun Lin's mother didn't notice the slightest abnormality. She smiled and joked: "This girl liked you before! Do you still remember? It just so happens that she doesn't talk about friends now. Why don't you see you during the May Day holiday?"

"You don't have a girlfriend yet!" Sun Lin's mother argued on the phone: "And you are not too young. What can I do if the girl wants to meet?"

After all, she didn't wait for Sun Lin to say no more, and forcibly said: "That's it! You come back to meet people on May Day! Ah!"

"Mom!" Sun Lin was anxious and blurted out: "I...I have a girlfriend!"

"What?" Sun Lin's mother stopped hanging up the phone, and asked suspiciously, "Didn't you have no friends yet on Ching Ming Festival?"

"..." Sun Lin raised his head and looked at the night sky covered by dark clouds.