He knew Zhou Chunyang could definitely guess that the stones were related to Yan Hang, but he still nodded without hesitation. He really had no need to hide anything in front of Zhou Chunyang anymore.

"Don't mind what Wang Min said," Zhou Chunyang said, "Let Hu Biao spread the word in a bit, whoever dares to gossip should prepare to be hospitalized."

"Wang Min?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"Give him some face. The classmate you just beat up is called Wang Min," Zhou Chunyang said, "Already made him cry, remember his name."

"Oh." Chu Yi responded. Fatty Bro actually had such a gentle name like a little girl.

Chu Yi put all the small stones in a bag and placed it in the cabinet, planning to go to the garage tomorrow to look for tools to see if he could repair them.

When he closed the cabinet door, he thought of Fatty Bro... no, Wang Min's words again.

He didn't care that Wang Min said Zhou Chunyang was his boyfriend, but the other implication in Wang Min's words was very clear. Wang Min thought he was also gay.

This kind of expression made him a bit uneasy.

He didn't know what it felt like, what it should feel like to be gay.

He couldn't even really be sure that he was gay himself.

Aren't gay people supposed to like men?

Although Yan Hang was a man, he wouldn't like other men. He had never liked anyone, he only liked Yan Hang.

Is that also being gay?

Chu Yi turned around, not knowing why he wanted to chat with Zhou Chunyang for a bit.

But when he turned around, Zhou Chunyang had his back to him and was talking to Li Ziqiang. Their eyes didn't meet, but instead he encountered a somewhat unfamiliar gaze filled with disdain.

Su Bin was actually in the dorm.

Chu Yi was very surprised. There was actually someone in this world who had even less presence than him.

From returning to the dorm to going out to fight and coming back, he hadn't noticed Su Bin in the dorm the entire time. Today was the day of the showdown. Chu Yi never thought that someone as uninvolved as him would still stay in the dorm.

Suddenly seeing the disdain in his eyes, Chu Yi instantly felt a bit depressed.

"Going to the garage?" Zhou Chunyang turned around and asked.

"Why are you going to the garage?" Li Ziqiang immediately followed up.

"To fix his stones, see if it can be done," Zhou Chunyang said, "What do you guys want to eat? We'll bring it back for you later."

"Spicy hot pot." Hu Biao said.

"Then go borrow a pot," Zhou Chunyang said, "We'll bring back the ingredients later."

"Okay," Gao Xiaoyang was very interested, "I'll go borrow one."

"Are you going?" Zhou Chunyang walked up to Chu Yi and asked again.

"Mm." Chu Yi opened the cabinet again and took out the stones.

The corridor was empty, but when Chu Yi and Zhou Chunyang walked out, they could hear people chatting in several dorms.

He didn't know if he was being too sensitive, but he always felt that normally when he heard people chatting in other dorms, they wouldn't be this enthusiastic.

Were they talking about him beating up Wang Min?

Or were they talking about... him and Zhou Chunyang both being gay?

Two dead gays in one dorm room could be considered quite an interesting topic...

"You're in a bad mood, aren't you?" Zhou Chunyang didn't speak until they had gone downstairs and reached the sports field.

"No." Chu Yi said.

"Do you always have a habit of denying things?" Zhou Chunyang stretched, "No matter what you're asked, the answer is either 'no' or 'not'."

Chu Yi smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Actually, I feel really bad," Zhou Chunyang said, "Because of me, everyone in our dorm got into trouble, and your things got broken..."

"Even, without you, it would be, the same," Chu Yi said, "Those few are. just the type, to cause trouble."

Zhou Chunyang smiled and didn't say anything more.

Chu Yi also didn't speak and walked with him towards the garage.

But he didn't really not want to make a sound.

He wanted to make a sound, to speak.

Just that he didn't quite dare to.

His phone beeped once, and he took it out to look. It was a message from Yan Hang.

-Is there anyone in your dorm?

-Yes

After replying this one word to Yan Hang, he suddenly didn't know what else to say.

Staring at his phone, he felt really awful inside.

Such a reply probably left even someone as gentle as Yan Hang not knowing how to continue the conversation. No more messages came through on the phone.

The garage door was open, and the teacher in charge of the garage was there too. Zhou Chunyang went over and chatted with the teacher for a bit. Who knows what he said, but anyway the teacher nodded, agreeing to let them go in and use the tools.

Going in and looking around, Chu Yi found a small electric grinder. He studied it for a moment and changed to the finest grinding wheel, then squatted down to give it a try.

After taking out one of the small stones, he hesitated again, and went to the pile of grass by the door to dig out a random stone of about the same size.

These small stones that Yan Hang found, there couldn't be any more mishaps with them.

He squatted down, holding the stone he had picked up, and spaced out again.

He suddenly missed Yan Hang very much.

What was Yan Hang doing?

Was Yan Hang's wound still hurting?

Would Yan Hang be a bit disappointed seeing that reply from him?

"Chu Yi?" Zhou Chunyang squatted across from him and called out to him.

"Chunyang," Chu Yi raised his head, "You like g-guys..."

Halfway through he couldn't organize his words again.

"Ah, yes." Zhou Chunyang looked at him.

"Many?" Chu Yi asked.

"Many what?" Zhou Chunyang didn't understand.

"Like many, many g-guys?" Chu Yi asked with great difficulty.

"Do you have some misunderstanding about us gays?" Zhou Chunyang sighed, "Me liking men doesn't mean I like every man."

"Oh." Chu Yi looked at him.

"What oh? Spit it out, I won't tell anyone." Zhou Chunyang also looked at him.

"I l-like Yan Hang," Chu Yi gritted his teeth, "Does that count? Gay?"

Zhou Chunyang stared at him for a long time, "Is 'gay' what you're calling me or are you asking a question?"

Chu Yi didn't expect Zhou Chunyang's ability to grasp the main point to be so poor, so he could only ask again, "Am I homosexual?"