After the cannon fodder mission was completed, the younger male protagonist went crazy

There is no soft and cute girl, only a muscular man.

Seeing the other party's genuine expression, Chen Xingzhu said:...

Seeing more and more people gathering around, Chen Xingzhu didn't say a word and just grabbed everyone and ran away.

The breeze rang in his ears, the scenery gradually became blurred without him noticing, and the boy felt his heartbeat gradually speeding up.

With tenderness in his eyes, he stared at the figure in front of him and felt like he was flying.

A strong love is hidden in the gentle breeze.

Chen Xingzhu was unaware of this longing.

He ran quickly, but not blindly, his eyes searching for a suitable spot and avoiding the scattered crowds.

Finally, he saw a perfect spot.

His eyes suddenly lit up and he pulled the person and ran straight over.

That was the junction of two buildings, a shadow under the corridor.

The towering trees blocked the view very well. After making sure it was safe, Chen Xingzhu finally wanted to ask the other party what was going on.

Chen Xingzhu moved his lips a few times and felt it difficult to speak.

After all, he had never thought that in his decades of life, he would be confessed to by a man.

It's a little ridiculous, but also secretly curious.

At this time, he was completely unaware that he did not feel nauseous or disgusted at all.

After thinking for a while, even though he already had some guesses in his mind, he still asked: "You...what you mean by like..."

Realizing the other party's suspicion, the boy felt lonely for a moment, and then he hurriedly explained: "It's not the love between friends, nor the love between classmates, but it's similar to the love between men and women. Classmate Chen Xingzhu, I like you."

After hearing such a definite answer, Chen Xingzhu could no longer deceive himself.

He was a little shocked and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Between boys... is it okay..."

Hearing this, the man replied impatiently: "Of course, why should I care about gender if I like someone?"

With a gentle smile, he said: "I like you because of who you are, not because of your gender."

Then, he changed the subject and said, "This is normal, classmate Chen Xingzhu. You may not know that there are countless people like me in this world."

Chen Xingzhu's reaction was a little slow, "Is... is that so?"

How come he never knew?

Next, the boy told Chen Xingzhu in detail about a brand new world.

He listened with fascination and his heart beat slightly faster.

It wasn't because of the person in front of him, but because he suddenly realized why he felt so bored that night.

The door to a new world slowly opens...

It was not until night fell and a cold wind blew that Chen Xingzhu shivered violently and came back to his senses.

At the same time, the boys around him also realized the time jump.

He dropped the topic with some regret, and asked again with a little trepidation, "Student Chen Xingzhu, I like you, can you...can you date me?"

With so many thoughts in his mind, Chen Xingzhu answered ambiguously: "Let's talk about it later."

Then he didn't care anymore and turned around and left.

He couldn't remember what the other person's expression was, he just kept thinking - so that's how it is...

After returning home, he felt excited belatedly and secretly checked under the quilt.

In just one night, he understood everything.

It turns out that he was born to like boys.

Realizing this fact, he was almost going crazy, not collapsed, but excited.

He was excited that he had finally figured out the secret of why he was different from everyone else.

And, this is not a disease.

Chen Xingzhu, who was fearless and had grown up in doting all his life, immediately told his parents about the matter.

He remembered that at that time, they seemed to be silent for a very long time...

No scolding, no education, and no beating.

They looked at him, just looked at him.

He couldn't understand it at the time, but when he recalled it now, he could clearly see the heartache in it.

Later, they found him several books that contained knowledge in that area.

He suddenly felt cold all over, as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head.

Compared to his excitement, they were obviously... too calm...

He couldn't accept it.

Just like a child who wants to show off something, when he doesn't get the response he deserves, he feels disappointed and depressed.

But he couldn't figure out what kind of response he wanted.

He never read the book, he just placed it on his desk, and it became a complete decoration.

After this happened, naturally, he went home less often.

He always felt that the house was a little cold.

If it had continued like this, there would have been nothing wrong, but one day after getting drunk, he opened one of the books in a fit of anger.

As luck would have it, he came across a book titled "Causes of Disease".

Just the name made him unhappy.

But he opened it anyway.

It is full of the author's high-sounding remarks, in which he calls this phenomenon a hidden disease.

Chen Xingzhu felt extremely humiliated from the text.

The book, which is classified as educational, is full of lashings.

He couldn't read any further after reading only halfway.

Rather than being angry at the author, he felt more confused.

Is this what his parents think of him?

They see him as a monster and try to correct his orientation through books like this?

With a plop, a round teardrop fell on the book and quickly left a wet mark.

He wanted to tear up the book, and even more wanted to scream hysterically.

But reason made him sit firmly on the bed, and he continued to flip through the pages like a machine.

At the same time, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Maybe... maybe the latter part is different from the former... maybe he misunderstood...

However, as if he was being tortured, he flipped through the book from beginning to end.

Look at the last line of the last page.

He smiled silently, with sadness in his eyes.

As it turned out, he was overthinking and there was no misunderstanding at all.

The entire book is full of condescending criticism.

From between the lines, he felt the author's sarcasm and disgust towards this group of people.

He has been likened to a plague, a virus, a bacterium, and many more words he could never have imagined.

He was so sad that his heart was trembling.

At this moment, he really wanted to ask, why did they send such a book?

Do they think so too?

He stood up and managed to keep his balance after stumbling.

He didn't remember how he moved over, he only remembered that at that time, they seemed to be just getting ready to go to bed.

A quarrel is inevitable.