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Ye Chuanze opened his eyes to find himself in front of a large computer screen, realizing he had fallen asleep at his desk.
The room was dimly lit, with no lights on, only the glow from the computer screen illuminating his surroundings. Ye Chuanze straightened up, stretched, and yawned, feeling like he had slept for a long time.
He rubbed his forehead, which felt a bit heavy and uncomfortable, sensing that he hadn't slept well. It felt as if he had a long dream, but when he tried to recall it, he couldn't remember anything.
Sitting dazed in front of the computer, Ye Chuanze touched his chest and found it empty, as if something important was missing.
What could it be?
He couldn't remember...
Just then, a loud shout came from the headphones on the desk, "Hey, Crouching Sword, are you dead? If not, get up! Twenty-Five Wisteria Palace, let's go!"
Ye Chuanze was playing Gao Ji Qing Yuan III, a popular online game among the community. The "Crouching Sword" was an abbreviation of his ID. Of course, he wasn't playing as Crouching Sword; he was playing as Pure Yang, known for being handsome, commonly referred to as Huashan Little Fat Sheep. By the way, Ye Chuanze's full ID was Kill That Crouching Sword, which instantly made him a target for Crouching Sword players. So during every offensive and defensive battle, Ye Chuanze often found himself overwhelmed by a group of Crouching Sword players.
The shout startled Ye Chuanze, and he put on his headphones, saying hoarsely, "Please call me by my full name, Ode to the Willow Palace, let's go!"
"You idiot!" Captain cursed. Of course, Captain wasn't a Crouching Sword; he was a sharp Eastern Capital Wolf, known for his unyielding spear skills. Ultimately unable to escape the fate set by every Celestial Strategy, he was lured away by a basket of horse feed and married into Rich Manor. Captain's wife was an impressive Crouching Sword player. According to Captain, every time Ye Chuanze appeared, all her attention shifted to him, swinging her heavy sword towards Ye Chuanze's face—definitely a high level of animosity...
Thus, both Captain and his wife harbored strong resentment towards Ye Chuanze, leading to mutual hostility between Ye Chuanze, Sword Hidden Villa, and the Celestial Strategy estate.
It was said that his reputation with the Seven Beauties was also hostile because he once declared in public that without bloodshed there would be no Sword Three, and without gossip there would be no Seven Beauties. At that time, elites from various sects sent congratulatory messages, predicting a life of solitude for him—he deserved it for having no female companions... Then he was abandoned by all the Seven Beauties in the game; it truly was a sad story.
It was also rumored that his reputation with Qingyan Wanhua was hostile because whenever disciples from Qingyan Wanhua used their lightness skills in front of him, he would exclaim loudly, "Look at that big bird under your legs!" regardless of whether they were male or female...
Additionally, it was said that his reputation with Shaolin was hostile because every time he saw a master there, he would approach and ask, "I heard you have two sticks? Show me the other one; learn from those at Qingyan Wanhua, don't be shy!"
...
In summary, Ye Chuanze is a despicable person! His heart is completely rotten.
Ye Chuanze took a sip of water and entered the dungeon. For some reason, his state tonight felt off. Those skills that should have been familiar now seemed extremely strange, even the arrangement of the skill keys felt unfamiliar to him.
Why is this happening?
Why does it feel this way?
All night long, Ye Chuanze was out of sorts and was scolded by Captain several times, "Are you seriously slacking off? Is your kidney function failing? That Seven Beauties, go pull him down."
The Seven Beauties in the team snorted disdainfully after hearing this and reluctantly tossed a battle recovery item to Ye Chuanze.
Ye Chuanze got up and said lightly, "Thank you."
The next day, dawn broke.
Ye Chuanze washed up in front of the mirror. He splashed cold water on his face, and the icy water instantly cleared his groggy mind. He looked up and gazed at the person in the mirror—a slightly pale face, dark circles under his eyes from staying up late for a long time, a handsome and refined face. This face had accompanied him for over twenty years and should have been familiar beyond recognition. Yet at this moment, he felt it was very strange.
Is this person in the mirror really him?
Why does he feel this way?
Why did he suddenly think that the face in the mirror wasn't his, that he didn't look like this?
Why would he have such thoughts?
Ye Chuanze stood silently in front of the mirror for a long time before picking up a towel from the rack beside him to dry his face and then walked out.
Casually biting into a piece of bread, Ye Chuanze entered the room and turned on the computer.
His phone rang, and Ye Chuanze picked it up, answering the call. A male voice came through the line, "Hey, when are you coming back to school?"
"…Back to school?" Ye Chuanze's expression froze for a moment.
"Hahaha! You're still so funny! According to reliable sources, the school is going to check attendance, and not a single person can be missing! After the May Day holiday, you should hurry back to school!" the person on the other end said.
"Uh-huh." Ye Chuanze replied softly and asked, "By the way, what is our school's name?"
"…Are you joking with me?"
"No." Ye Chuanze rubbed his forehead, feeling somewhat irritated. "I just woke up from a long sleep and seem to have forgotten a lot of things. By the way, who are you?"
There was silence on the other end for a moment, followed by a loud thud as something fell to the ground.
"It's over! It's over! Ye Chuanze has gone dumb!"
"…" Ye Chuanze.
"Shut up!" Ye Chuanze interrupted his wailing and said, "I'm not dumb! Just tell me who you are!"
"…And you say you're not dumb."
The two Heavenly Queens, Ye Chuanze, packed their things and returned to school.
Upon arriving at the school and entering the dormitory, Ye Chuanze was met with concern and... perhaps some teasing from the entire dorm.
"Hey, I heard you lost your memory?" one person approached to ask.
"Get lost! What do you mean lost memory? You're the one who lost it, your whole family has lost it!" another person waved him off dismissively, then leaned closer to Ye Chuanze and asked, "Do you still remember who I am?"
"..." Ye Chuanze.
Ye Chuanze ignored them and walked straight ahead, coldly muttering two words, "Idiot!"
"..." The two people felt foolish.
A moment later.
"What the hell! When did Old Four's aura become so strong! That look, that expression, so noble and aloof!"
"Get out of here! You think Old Four is like you? Old Four is a true male god, while we are just flowers in the department!"
"... Why are we flowers? Why not grass? That's not scientific!"
"You don't understand anything! We girls are just a few cute kittens, each one more fierce than the last. Old Four's youthful and delicate face is definitely a flower!"
"What the hell! Get away from me, you gay bastard!"
"Hmph! Even if I'm gay, I wouldn't be interested in you; at least it has to be someone like Old Four."
"I knew it all along, you brat!"
"Shut up!"
"How dare you tell me to shut up... you!"
"Shut up!" Ye Chuanze placed his things on the table and shot a cold glance over, "You're so noisy!"
"..." The two immediately fell silent.
The two clowns leaned in closer, whispering, "Did you notice? The Fourth has changed, he's become... more like a heartthrob! Damn! Just one summer vacation, and it's like he's a completely different person."
"Yeah! He looks especially different, just like Little Dragon Girl, with a unique aura."
Ye Chuanze ignored their murmurs, thinking to himself, has he really changed that much?
A week later, Ye Chuanze had mostly adapted to his school life, but some things had indeed changed.
For instance, he would inexplicably think of someone without knowing who it was. Did that person really exist?
At night in his dreams, he often saw someone wearing a Purple Robe with silver-white hair. They would sit across from each other, drink and talk, or play a game of chess...
Even more so, he would dream of being entwined with that person on the bed, passionately and tenderly touching each other's bodies.
The scenes in the dream were so vivid and profound; the other person's breath, their touch, the heat and ambiguity transmitted from skin to skin created an overwhelming sense of longing and desire that left Ye Chuanze breathless. Even after waking up, he remained immersed in that dream, his breath still hot.
Those familiar and profound dreams felt as real as if they had actually happened.
On this day, Ye Chuanze woke up again from his dreams, feeling a wetness beneath him... He silently covered his face with his hand, utterly ashamed! He had actually had a wet dream, and it was just so... Was he really that unsatisfied?
The worst part was that the object of his dream was a man, and he couldn't bear it; he was the one being dominated!
Ye Chuanze felt completely unwell. He thought his worldview was about to collapse.
Day after day, Ye Chuanze was tormented by those recurring dreams. The man in his dreams felt familiar and close, yet Ye Chuanze could never see his face clearly or remember his name. It was as if a veil shrouded the man, making him distant and unattainable.
Ye Chuanze feared that if this continued, he would eventually go insane.
He began to indulge in the dreams, unwilling to wake up. He missed the man from his dreams; he wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to tell him...
Knowing it was just a dream, yet refusing to wake up.
If it was a dream, then let me never wake up.
Ye Chuanze's hand brushed over his empty heart, as if a crucial piece were missing.
His heart felt hollow, unable to be filled.
He desperately wanted to see that man...
Ye Chuanze's popularity at school skyrocketed, earning him the titles of both school prince and princess...
It was said that his melancholic and ethereal aura made him seem like a celestial being, provoking an irresistible urge to defile such a divine figure.
In the bathroom, the celestial-like Ye Chuanze engaged in acts of defilement.
He was thinking about the dream from last night, the man in the dream, recalling his breath, remembering the hands that roamed over him, and the shivering sensations that coursed through his skin. The hand between his legs moved back and forth continuously.
Breathless gasps echoed in the narrow bathroom.
In the peak of pleasure, there was an emptiness within that could not be filled...
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Ye Chuanze drifted aimlessly through school, day by day.
One day, a senior known as a prominent figure at the school cornered him under the teaching building, holding a bouquet of fiery red roses. He said, "I like you. The moment I saw you, I was captivated by your unique aura."
Ye Chuanze slowly glanced at the bright roses in his hand, then looked up at his face. To be honest, this unfamiliar senior was quite good-looking; his face could indeed be described as handsome.
However, compared to the man in his dream, he was far from it—like heaven and earth apart.
It was strange; even though Ye Chuanze had never clearly seen the man's face in the dream, he felt so certain at this moment.
Ye Chuanze withdrew his gaze and said, "Actually, are you a girl?"
"How could that be? I'm a guy," the senior replied.
"Oh!" Ye Chuanze exclaimed, thinking to himself how open society had become; a man pursuing another man could be so straightforward now?
"Sorry, I don't like guys," Ye Chuanze said.
Yet inside, he thought, I really don't like guys. So for that man in my dream, I truly love you. Look at me loving you; I've even fallen for your gender. I only like you, just you as a man; everyone else is beneath my notice.
"So, who exactly are you?"
The senior's face turned a bit awkward, unable to respond, but Ye Chuanze didn't care about him and simply turned to leave.
He walked onto a tree-lined path, where the Gardenias were fragrant. The white Gardenias bloomed on the branches, beautiful and flawless. Ye Chuanze walked down the path with an uninterested expression when suddenly he stopped in his tracks, staring blankly ahead.
Ahead stood a man in a Purple Robe with Flowing Hair, just like in his dreams.
His silver-white long hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, and he wore a purple robe with wide sleeves. Even just from behind, he exuded an unmatched elegance.
Ye Chuanze held his breath and took a step forward, wanting to get closer to the person.
One step, another step, cautiously approaching.
But suddenly, the person ahead moved forward, walking further away.
Ye Chuanze took off running after him but couldn't catch up no matter how hard he tried.
In the end, he could no longer see that person.
Ye Chuanze stood there, his gaze lost and his heart aching.
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"Ah!" Ye Chuanze woke up from the dream with a start.
"What happened?" A strand of silver hair fell down from above him. Ye Chuanze looked up to see Hongjun looking at him with concern.
Ye Chuanze stared at him with a somewhat dazed expression. After a moment, he shook his head and said, "It's nothing."
Suddenly, he reached out and hugged Hongjun tightly.
Ye Chuanze held him close, as if afraid he would run away.
Hongjun was a bit confused and reached out to touch his head. "What... happened?"
"It's nothing." Ye Chuanze buried his face in Hongjun's embrace and shook his head.
That dream, the despair and sadness within it, still made Ye Chuanze feel uneasy even now.
Occasionally, Ye Chuanze would think about modern society, wondering if it wouldn't be bad to have a chance to go back and take a look.
But right now... he didn't want to go back.
"Can I stay with you from now on?" Ye Chuanze asked.
Hongjun paused in his motion of stroking Ye Chuanze's head, then replied, "Okay."
Ye Chuanze thought to himself that he was really foolish; without you, my world is nothing but endless emptiness and loneliness.
It took me until now to understand such a simple truth.
—Never apart in this life (The End)
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