Kiss you at Sunset (BL) - Chapter 6

In just a few seconds, Zhou Shiluo was completely dumbfounded. He stared blankly at the bar, unable to understand why Yang Jin would come here to drink. The idea of Yang Jin being associated with homosexuality was something he didn’t even dare to consider.

Standing at the entrance, Zhou Shiluo gazed straight into the bar. Through the glass door, he could see a long corridor, with chaotic music faintly drifting out. Other than pairs of same-s3x individuals leaving the bar arm in arm, he could see nothing else.

From childhood to adulthood, Zhou Shiluo had never met a real homosexual. All of his friends were only interested in the opposite s3x. His understanding of the term “homosexual” was merely the impression subtly ingrained in his mind over time.

Men who wore makeup like women, with red lips, painted nails, speaking in an affected tone, dressed in flamboyant clothes, walking in a way that made one nauseous.

In summary, neither male nor female.

As a teacher, Zhou Shiluo knew he shouldn’t hold such prejudices. So, as he prepared to enter the bar to find Yang Jin, he did his best to appear calm and collected.

Just as he lifted his foot, a familiar voice called out, “Mr. Zhou.”

Zhou Shiluo turned his head and saw Yang Jin standing a few meters away, hands tucked into his pockets.

Yang Jin had an ambiguous smile on his lips, playfully beckoning him over with a crooked finger.

Zhou Shiluo hesitated for a moment. He glanced at the bar, then at Yang Jin, and quickly realized he had been played. He frowned slightly, displeased, but still walked toward Yang Jin.

“What were you thinking? I’ve called you how many times now,” Yang Jin said lazily, questioning him first.

Zhou Shiluo was six years older than Yang Jin, but at twenty-six, he was far from being hard of hearing or dim-sighted. This brat had clearly only called him once.

Yang Jin stared at Zhou Shiluo, slowly leaning in closer, deliberately exhaling a mouthful of alcohol-laced breath onto his face. His peripheral vision flicked toward the bar before he smirked and asked, “Or do you actually want to go in and take a look?”

Catching the scent of alcohol, Zhou Shiluo furrowed his brows even deeper. He wasn’t comfortable with Yang Jin being so close, especially in front of this particular kind of bar. It gave off an unspoken sense of intimacy that unsettled him.

He pushed Yang Jin away and took a step back before retorting, “336 Pingchuan Street—wasn’t that the address you gave me?”

Yang Jin straightened up, his face returning to its usual indifference. Zhou Shiluo’s questioning didn’t make him feel guilty in the slightest.

He lifted his chin slightly, looking Zhou Shiluo in the eye, and pointed behind him with his chin. “336 is actually the barbecue place next door. The bar’s address is up ahead.”

Zhou Shiluo hadn’t expected that answer. His first instinct was to look up.

Sure enough, there was a barbecue restaurant beside the bar. However, its entrance sign had nearly fallen off from years of wear, leaving only faint shadows of letters. In the night, it was barely noticeable compared to the equally worn sign next door.

Unfortunately, the numbers “336 Pingchuan Street” were positioned right between the two establishments, making the lively bar seem like the more obvious location.

Yang Jin didn’t bother acknowledging Zhou Shiluo’s embarrassment and even twisted the knife further with a casual, “You’re hopelessly dumb.” Then, he turned and walked toward the barbecue place.

Zhou Shiluo wanted to curse, but for some reason, he held it back as he watched Yang Jin’s back and instead silently followed along.

Yang Jin was eating with two male friends, who both seemed surprised when they saw Zhou Shiluo, exchanging quick glances. Zhou Shiluo was unsure why but still politely smiled at them.

Yang Jin didn’t sit down immediately. Instead, he stepped aside and gestured for Zhou Shiluo to sit inside the booth.

Zhou Shiluo didn’t move. He hadn’t come here to eat. In fact, he wasn’t even sure why he had come at all.

Thinking back, the only reason he had initially contacted Yang Jin was because of a phone call from his mother. He had suddenly gained a godbrother out of nowhere and, under the pressure of Mrs. Tan Cui, had called Yang Jin to arrange a meal.

So how had he ended up here, mooching food?

“Zhou Shiluo?” Yang Jin’s voice suddenly broke his train of thought, making him reflexively reply, “Huh?”

In his memory, this was probably the first time Yang Jin had called him by his full name. When they were younger, he had always called him “gege” (big brother). As they grew older, calling him “gege” felt childish, so it had been shortened to just “ge.” Eventually, it became the distant “Mr. Zhou.”

Now, hearing “Zhou Shiluo” come out of Yang Jin’s mouth felt even colder than the indifference on his face.

Yang Jin looked at him impatiently and ordered, “What are you ‘huh’-ing for? Sit down.”

By the time Zhou Shiluo snapped back to reality, he was already seated.

Yang Jin unwrapped a set of utensils and tossed them in front of him before calling the server over to order more skewers. Then, he casually pointed at the two people opposite them and introduced them: “The one on the left is Jiang Yutang, the one on the right is Feng Jiayang. We’re in the same major.”

After the introduction, Zhou Shiluo politely nodded and said, “Nice to meet you. I’m Zhou Shiluo.”

He intentionally left out the fact that he was a teacher, feeling that relationships between men were easier when they were on equal footing. If he introduced himself as a teacher, it would create an invisible barrier—students might hesitate to speak freely, and complaints or jokes might become difficult to share. There was no need for such tension over a simple meal.

But Yang Jin didn’t let him off the hook. As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jin immediately added, “He’s a teacher at the Film Academy next door.”

Zhou Shiluo froze for a second, then awkwardly nodded.

“You actually know a teacher from the arts department?” Jiang Yutang said, laughing. Then, he turned to Zhou Shiluo. “Mr. Zhou, nice to meet you! I actually considered applying for a film studies major after high school, but I wasn’t an arts student and didn’t take the entrance exam.”

He added with a grin, “They say both the students and teachers at arts schools are all good-looking, and now that I’ve met you, I can confirm it.”

He raised his glass toward Zhou Shiluo. “Mr. Zhou, what do you think? Do I look good?”

Before Zhou Shiluo could react, Yang Jin smacked Jiang Yutang’s hand away and scolded, “Look at your crooked-ass face—what are you trying to do?”

Jiang Yutang put down his glass and protested, “You’re the one with a crooked face! I just wanted to ask Mr. Zhou to keep an eye out for any pretty single girls in his department and introduce me to one. How does that concern you? It’s not like I’m stealing your—”

Before he could finish, Feng Jiayang kicked him under the table.

Jiang Yutang winced and complained, “Damn it, Feng Jiayang, what the hell was that for?”

Feng Jiayang calmly pushed Jiang Yutang’s glass further away and asked, “Are you drunk?”

Jiang Yutang paused, glanced at Yang Jin’s suddenly darkened face, and immediately chuckled awkwardly. “Sorry, I might have had a bit too much. It was just a joke, Mr. Zhou—don’t take it seriously.”

The conversation felt a little strange to Zhou Shiluo, but he didn’t pick up on anything off-putting. He chalked it up to the natural distance between teachers and students.