Category: After We Cut Ties, Remember to Be My Boyfriend

Meng Xin was struck by lightning. Still. Like. Him? So everything he had just said was completely pointless?! The smile vanished from Meng Xin’s face. “Say you don’t like him.” “I still like him.” “Say you don’t like him!” “I still like him.” Meng Xin chanted like a mantra, trying to brainwash him, “Say you…

The person Bian Ting liked was an absolute bastard. Meng Xin spent the whole night brooding over this before reaching that conclusion. Bian Ting drinking and coming back late seriously worried him. As Bian Ting’s best friend, he didn’t want to interfere with his love life. But if liking someone had already become this painful,…

The first thing Meng Xin did when he woke up the next day was check his Moments. Unfortunately, the likes and comments were still the same as the night before. The one person he was waiting for still hadn’t appeared. Meng Xin held his phone, feeling puzzled. How could Bian Ting not care at all?…

When Bian Ting returned, he found Meng Xin and Zhang Yiming sighing at each other like two old men. “What are you guys talking about?” “You,” Meng Xin said. “I asked him why you’re gay.” Bian Ting glanced at Zhang Yiming. “And what did he say?” Zhang Yiming made a zipping motion across his lips…

Bian Ting likes someone. Meng Xin couldn’t quite put a finger on what he was feeling. It wasn’t sadness, but it wasn’t exactly joy either. …Technically speaking, he should be happy for his bro. “Is that true?” Meng Xin asked slowly. “Or was that just an excuse to reject him?” “It’s true,” Bian Ting replied.…

The world changes fast—even Zhang Yiming had learned to be gentle. So when Bian Ting asked him why a certain someone had suddenly turned so clingy, Zhang Yiming simply replied: 【Don’t overthink it. Straight guys are just like this—impulsive and unpredictable. Just enjoy it while it lasts.】 Following the strategist’s advice, Bian Ting happily enjoyed…

Meng Xin wasn’t sure what compelled him, but he went out of his way to add the confession page’s account. He opened the page’s feed and searched for “Bian Ting.” And wow—he hadn’t expected this. Turns out, the name “Bian Ting” showed up a lot on the confession wall. Confession Wall: “Hey, can you help…

There are many secrets in this world, and once you know one, you have to take responsibility for keeping it. Like the fact that Bian Ting is gay. Meng Xin used to be a carefree, happy straight guy. But after accidentally finding out Bian Ting’s secret, he felt morally obligated to protect it. It was…

Meng Xin still couldn’t sleep. He lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to figure it out: How could Bian Ting be gay? He couldn’t resist bothering Bian Ting: Meng Xin: If you’ve never liked a guy, how do you even know you like guys? Luckily, Bian Ting was still awake and replied instantly: Bian…

No wonder Bian Ting said he wasn’t boyfriend material, Meng Xin thought. He was straight. Of course he wouldn’t make a good boyfriend — at least, not from a gay guy’s perspective! But at this point, the fact that “Bian Ting talked bad about him behind his back” didn’t seem as important anymore. The real…

Zhang Yiming: “I heard someone’s hanging out with a gay guy — and it’s not you?” Bian Ting was already in a bad mood since Meng Xin hadn’t come back to the dorm yet. Seeing Zhang Yiming’s message made it even worse. He didn’t like the way Zhang Yiming worded that. Bian Ting: “?” Bian…

At 3 a.m., Meng Xin was still tossing and turning in bed. He really wanted to walk over to Bian Ting’s bed, shake him awake, and ask why he told someone that he wasn’t boyfriend material. But Bian Ting wasn’t the type to badmouth people casually. Meng Xin couldn’t figure out what he’d done recently…

If you asked Meng Xin how he and Bian Ting became close, his answer would be completely different from Bian Ting’s. Meng Xin didn’t have any particularly unique hobbies — he played basketball, listened to music, and when he went online, it was either to play games or watch absurd videos to share with friends.…

Meng Xin gripped the balcony railing and glanced down, unimpressed. “What’s the big deal? Can’t brothers hold hands?” “Would brothers hold hands like that?” Huang Wenjie stopped mid-bite, staring. “And in a place full of couples?” “Maybe they’re just really close friends,” Meng Xin reasoned. “Or actual brothers.” “They don’t even look alike…” “They’re gay.”…

Meng Xin stared at the two fresh messages on his phone and shattered, just a little. — “Not suitable,” again with the not suitable! Meng Xin started to get mad. Lately, he had been nothing but gentle, caring, and attentive to Bian Ting. He’d never treated anyone, besides his parents, this well in his entire…

Bian Ting’s new swim trunks were “on the way” for five days before they finally arrived. Meng Xin could barely contain his excitement as he dragged Bian Ting to the school swimming pool, ready to kick off his new day as a “swimming coach.” When Bian Ting came out of the locker room, Meng Xin’s…

Meng Xin finally woke up after a solid three-hour nap, face covered in sleep creases. He’d slept so well that it beat crashing in his dorm bed. He pressed his face against the glass window, rubbing furiously in hopes of smoothing out the marks faster. By the time they left the library, it was lunchtime.…

Meng Xin froze in place, his hand still raised. By the time he snapped out of it, Bian Ting was already far ahead. It took Meng Xin a long while to digest the fact that Bian Ting was talking bad about him behind his back. No wonder Bian Ting kept sighing around him lately. It…

At 3 a.m., Meng Xin was still wide awake. He mindlessly scrolled through funny short videos, his headphones blaring with noise, yet he felt like he was in another world, completely detached from the sound. After spacing out at the screen for a while, something crossed his mind. He suddenly yanked off his headphones and…