This Mind-Reading Technique Is Useless. - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Ignore Him. “Just step over it yourself.” …

Fu Huan released Gu Shiying’s left hand and looked down to see his eyes and ears flushed red.

“Does it hurt that much?”

Gu Shiying cursed Fu Huan inwardly. Was he in pain? He was angry.

He suppressed his anger and said, “Just get hurt yourself and see.”

Fu Huan pressed Gu Shiying’s recoiled shoulder. “I’ll put some medicine on you.”

Gu Shiying couldn’t find anyone else, so he had to let Fu Huan change his ointment. It was too painful.

Fu Huan pulled his own chair and sat next to him, applying the ointment with a cotton swab again.

Gu Shiying placed his palm on the table, slightly tilting his arm to face Fu Huan with the wound. He took a deep breath as he watched the cotton swab inching closer to the wound. He had already felt excruciating pain from just the slightest application. He hoped Fu Huan wouldn’t be as clueless as he was in his heart.

Fu Huan held the cotton swab just above the wound. “So nervous?”

Gu Shiying pinched one eye and said, “I’m afraid you’ll kill me.”

Fu Huan was amused by his timid yet cute look, and the corners of his lips curled slightly. “Yeah, that’s a possibility.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Shiying felt his own cool plaster applied to the wound.

Yesterday, he’d cleaned the wound and gotten a tetanus shot, leaving him in a state of pain all over. Now, after Fu Huan applied the plaster, he fanned him with his hand. The wound wasn’t burning, but was enveloped in a cool, icy sensation.

Gu Shiying slowly opened his tightly closed eye. The transparent gel plaster had been evenly applied to the wound. The wound looked hideous, but it wasn’t too painful, at least not as painful as when he’d applied the plaster himself.

Why didn’t Fu Huan feel any pain when he applied the plaster, while he was in excruciating pain?

Fu Huan discarded the cotton swab, looked up, and said, “Alright, I’ll bandage you later.”

Gu Shiying nodded, praising Fu Huan’s skill: “How come it doesn’t hurt at all?”

Fu Huan met Gu Shiying’s eyes: “I’m a good technician.”

In the past, when he stared into someone of the same s3x’s eyes, he wouldn’t have given them any second thought, even examining their face to see if it was clean. But now, he could clearly see Fu Huan’s dark eyes beneath his tangled hair, like a hunter’s gaze.

Gu Shiying feigned composure, looking away at his own wound: “It’s better to bandage it. It’s so ugly.”

Fu Huan’s gaze no longer lingered on Gu Shiying’s face as he began bandaging him.

The smile on his lips was so faint it wouldn’t be noticeable without a closer look. “It’s quite ugly.”

Gu Shiying thought, “But this is my badge of bravery as a man. I can brag about it to anyone from now on.”

Fu Huan gently wrapped the gauze around his wrist and taped it securely. He held Gu Shiying’s right wrist and examined it for a few moments.

“Almost getting stabbed is something I can brag about forever.”

Gu Shiying: “…” He was bringing up something irrelevant.

He pulled his hand out of Fu Huan’s grasp. He didn’t want to hear Fu Huan’s inner voice.

But his inner voice was so pervasive that if he touched it for more than a second, he would be forced to hear it.

[Her hands are so thin. Do you have the strength to use them?]

No?

What did he need his hand for? What did he mean by strength?

What did Fu Huan need his hand for?

Gu Shiying was almost numb from the torture. After a moment’s pause, he understood.

They were both men, how could he not understand? He mentally lashed out at Fu Huan with a flurry of punches: Damn, Fu Huan, you’re such a jerk! Why does looking at his hand bring up all these messed-up images?!

Some people have a seemingly indifferent face, but their hearts are filled with only the color yellow.

For the first time, Gu Shiying hated his own instant understanding.

Before Fu Huan left with the chair, Gu Shiying stood up to distance himself from him, but Fu Huan’s legs, spread wide apart from applying the medicine, were stuck right next to his chair.

Gu Shiying: “…” He couldn’t even look between Fu Huan’s legs.

Fvck!

No, his hand.

Oh damn, I’ve been led astray again.

“I need to go to the bathroom. Move your legs.”

Fu Huan didn’t move, but leaned lazily against the back of the chair, his gaze scanning his legs beneath his shorts. “Just cross them.”

Gu Shiying: “…” He knew Fu Huan’s subtext. He secretly told himself not to overthink it, that Fu Huan was just joking.

He knew his hypnosis was useless; Fu Huan was definitely thinking about his legs again.

Gu Shiying was almost driven mad, completely distracted by Fu Huan’s inner voice.

He continued to tell himself: Gu Shiying, ignore him, don’t care, just pretend you didn’t hear anything. You can do this, you can ignore it.

Gu Shiying tried to remain calm. He extended his right hand toward Fu Huan. “What if I trip? My hand hurts, and I don’t want to fall.”

Fu Huan actually moved his long legs out of the way, stood up, and carried the chair back to his seat. “Go ahead, don’t poop your pants.”

“You pooped your pants!”

Gu Shiying rolled his eyes at him and rushed to the bathroom as fast as he could. He silently cursed at the mirror in front of the sink. If he hadn’t been concerned about the injury on his hand, he would have started pounding the wall.

Fu Huan, you’re fucking sick, you’re fucking sick, you’re fucking sick!

I’m straight. Can you please clean the filth out of your brain? It’s burning me!

Gu Shiying vented his anger in the bathroom mirror before feigning composure and returning to his dorm. From then on, he wore earplugs and avoided Fu Huan in everything he did, keeping as much distance as possible, just like before.

After a night of sleep, Gu Shiying’s thoughts finally settled, but he still felt apprehensive about bumping into Fu Huan.

On Sunday afternoon, his two roommates returned, and Gu Shiying finally didn’t have to face Fu Huan alone.

Zhang Zhi, who had gone to sleep the previous night, returned to school and slept soundly. That evening, he planned to join Gu Shiying in his dorm room for dinner in the cafeteria.

Gu Shiying stopped him and went to his dorm with his own plaster and gauze swabs.

Zhang Zhi spotted the bag he was carrying: “Ying’er, what are you doing? Is this food?”

Gu Shiying: “All you do is eat all day, and you don’t even bother to care about your father.”

Zhang Zhi chuckled: “Oh, you must have eaten something today. You’re talking so harshly. Which little bastard bullied you? I’ll go ask him how.”

Gu Shiying tossed the bag into his arms: “Get lost! I’ll apply the medicine to your father.”

Zhang Zhi, of course, wouldn’t refuse: “That touches on my blind spot. How do I apply it?”

Gu Shiying: “First, remove the gauze, then apply the plaster, and then wrap the gauze again.”

Zhang Zhi glanced at his hands: “I hope it won’t hurt you. I don’t think I can handle such delicate work. But, for my son, I’ll give it a try.”

After that, he began to remove the gauze for Gu Shiying. As soon as he tore a small section of the tape, Gu Shiying screamed.

“Damn it! Stop pressing on my wound.”

Zhang Zhi raised his hands, afraid to proceed. “What should I do?”

Gu Shiying: “Why don’t you just peel it off more slowly? I endured the pain and did it yesterday, too.”

Zhang Zhi tried again, but Gu Shiying screamed again, and he didn’t dare to continue.

A few minutes later, with sweat pouring down Gu Shiying’s forehead from the pain, he finally removed the gauze.

Zhang Zhi: “Who applied the medicine to you last night, and bandaged it so expertly?”

Gu Shiying wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Fu Huan.”

Zhang Zhi: “Is that the world-weary guy in your dorm? I remember you two couldn’t even talk to each other.”

Gu Shiying’s head ached at the thought of Fu Huan. He couldn’t tell him that it wasn’t just that Fu Huan couldn’t talk to him. It was that she had a secret crush on him, and she harbored all sorts of terrifying thoughts about him.

Gu Shiying recounted the story of how he had saved her.

“It was so dangerous back then, most people would have been frightened, but he still rushed forward to save you. That shows he’s a real man. You have to treat him like a good brother from now on.”

Gu Shiying almost choked on his own saliva: Fu Huan is gay! That man you’re talking about? He’s gay! And he even has feelings for your brother!

“Apply the medicine first.”

The wound is still healing, and it hurt a little from the two bumps just now, but thankfully it stopped bleeding.

Zhang Zhi continued to apply the medicine to Gu Shiying, but he hurt her several times during the process, nearly wanting to break off all ties with her.

However, with Zhang Zhi around, Gu Shiying could eat in the school cafeteria. He ordered, and Zhang Zhi went to get the food. Perfect.

Just as he sat down to eat, he received a new message from Liu Wenqing.

Zhang Zhi, with his sharp eyes, spotted Liu Wenqing’s message immediately.

“Tell me the truth. I wasn’t home these past two days, so how did she get so close to you?”

Gu Shiying couldn’t say the person he was attracted to was his roommate.

Gu Shiying: “This is all for you. You haven’t been able to get her yet, so I’ll help you find out if she’s into someone.”

Zhang Zhi: “I’m sorry, I misunderstood you. Did you find out?”

Gu Shiying said gravely: “Something.”

Zhang Zhi: “So does she actually have a crush on someone?”

Gu Shiying: “I suspect she does.”

Zhang Zhi was beaming with joy one moment, then devastated the next.

“No!”

Gu Shiying: “Then are you still going to pursue her?”

Zhang Zhi: “Yes! I’m definitely more handsome and more talented than the guy she’s into!”

Gu Shiying: “…” Although Fu Huan’s inner thoughts were filled with lewdness, he couldn’t deny that his brother couldn’t match her looks or height.

He glanced at Liu Wenjing’s message again: “Can you send me Fu Huan’s WeChat profile?” [Please][Please]

Gu Shiying’s mind flashed back to Fu Huan, who was being extremely obscene, but he simply chose to ignore it. Fu Huan was a gay man, and he couldn’t possibly be a troublemaker for girls.

To avoid being alone with Fu Huan, Gu Shiying stayed in Zhang Zhi’s dorm room, 701, for a while longer before returning. At that moment, their other two roommates also returned.

The one with the idol-like look was Yang Shuheng, and the one with the civil servant-like demeanor was Guan Qiao. Each was handsome in their own way.

The first thing they did upon returning was to express their concern for Gu Shiying. Perhaps they hadn’t expected their roommate to be so brave, as the men’s dorm room 504 was much busier than usual today.

Yang Shuheng, wearing silver headphones, peered at Gu Shiying’s arm. “Will you have a scar? How many stitches did you need?”

Gu Shiying: “No stitches. His knife was blunt.”

Guan Qiao: “I was in that building for class on Friday. If I’d known, I would have gone to help you.”

Yang Shuheng: “Old Guan, come on. I think you’re the fastest runner.”

Guan Qiao: “Don’t look down on me. When I was little, I was a model student who helped old ladies cross the street.”

Gu Shiying: “…”

Yang Shuheng and Guan Qiao had a good relationship. After a few pleasantries, Yang Shuheng shared the imported grapes he’d brought from his aunt’s house with everyone to eat.

As Gu Shiying’s hands were covered in sticky grape juice, Fu Huan, wearing a tracksuit, entered the dormitory, clutching a basketball.

He glanced directly at the gauze bandaged crookedly around Gu Shiying’s right arm and said in a low voice, “Did you tie it yourself?”

Gu Shiying shook his head, “No, Zhang Zhi did it for me.”

Grape juice trickled down from his wrist to his elbow, causing a slight itch. Gu Shiying reached for a tissue, but found it was all gone.

Fu Huan pulled a piece of paper from Yang Shuheng’s desk and pressed it directly against his elbow.

Gu Shiying: “Thank you…”

[I want to lick it.]

Author’s Note:

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