Xia Fengsheng was a long-suffering grad student being wrung dry by a terrible advisor. He was on call twenty-four hours a day, slowly molded into the very embodiment of a 007 work schedule. It was not enough that he had to handle projects and research; even the job of guiding junior students got dumped onto him too.
Staring at the endless stream of messages pouring into his phone every day, Xia Fengsheng finally snapped. He was ready to drown the thing in the toilet. But on the way to the restroom, he fell down the stairs. When he woke up, he was in the hospital. The doctor diagnosed him with a concussion and asked whether he remembered anything from before.
Looking at the concerned faces of his advisor and juniors, Xia Fengsheng said: Don’t remember a thing.
Xia Fengsheng had “amnesia.” More precisely, he was pretending to have amnesia. Afraid others might not know, he even submitted a post to the campus confession wall, practically wishing the whole world would learn that he had lost his memory.
The day after the post went up, someone knocked on Xia Fengsheng’s dorm door. He opened it, only to find the ex-boyfriend he had broken up with seven years ago standing outside.
Shi Ye said, “I heard you lost your memory. I’m your boyfriend.”
“…”
Seven years earlier, Xia Fengsheng and Shi Ye had been in a relationship, only for Xia Fengsheng to cruelly break things off after Shi Ye got into a car accident and lost the use of one leg.
Collapsed in the snow with crutches, the newly turned eighteen-year-old boy watched the retreating figure run off so fast it left afterimages, bawling his eyes out as he ground out a vicious threat through gritted teeth: “Xia Fengsheng, you’d better pray I never catch you again. If I do, I’ll f*cking screw you so hard you’ll be living in the proctology department for a month!!!”
Seeing the bag of condoms in his ex’s hand, Xia Fengsheng’s back entrance clenched.
A… specialist appointment?!
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Shi Ye was heaven’s favorite son: a rich father, a dependable mother, a wealthy family business, and him as the youngest child.
From the day he was born, he had had no choice in this life except to enjoy it.
That was, until he started dating Xia Fengsheng. At the height of their lovey-dovey romance, he got dumped just because he stepped through the door with his right foot first.
Xia Fengsheng: “Let’s break up. I don’t like people who step through the door with their right foot first.”
Shi Ye, whose left leg was fractured: …
When they met again, he decided he would let the other man have a taste of what it felt like to be played.
Shi Ye pinched his nose and stayed with him for half a year.
“I’m bored of this. Let’s break up.”
“To be honest, you’re not attractive to me at all.”
“I only got with you because you looked pitiful. Who knew you’d really fall for me?”
Xia Fengsheng replied in seconds: “Okay.”
Shi Ye: …
“Just now I lost a truth-or-dare game, so I had to send those messages to the person pinned at the top.”
“Did you see them? I wasn’t actually trying to break up with you.”
“Did your phone run out of battery? Why aren’t you replying?”
“I stepped through the door with my left foot today.”