RUMOURS RUN WILD (Completed)

Chapter 3

If there was smoke, there was fire. If Gulf's injury had to be blamed on someone, there could only be Mew.

If Mew had brought his umbrella, he would not have been stuck in the cafeteria. If he was not stuck there, Gulf would not have to go past that slope. If he did not have to go past that slope, there would be no possibility of falling down that slope, then he would not have injured himself, and the counselor would not have mistakenly thought that he was having sex with another man there. Anyway, Mew was definitely the main culprit.

Mew also felt guilty, after all Gulf had reminded him daily to bring an umbrella, to eat his breakfast, to bring his pencil case... He felt that even his mother was not as naggy as Gulf, and also was not as... concerned about him as Gulf? Mew was very touched, and so decided to be in charge of buying Gulf's breakfast from then on.

Ever since Gulf said that Super Delicious cafeteria's food was the worst, Mew went to the cafeteria that Gulf preferred to takeout food. Mew was a very loyal person, he could eat at the same cafeteria, eat the same meal for a very long time, but once he was sick of it, he would never return to it again. Not to suggest anything, just that when Mew ate at the cafeteria that Gulf preferred, he realised that the food at Super Delicious was really very bad.

After all, being one of the main characters in this explosive story, everyone was way more curious about Mew than Gulf. However, Mew gave off a noble and lofty impression, to the point where people could only look from afar and wonder silently, why would Mew let Gulf suck his dick? Why would Mew and Gulf have outdoor sex? Why was Mew's dick salty?

Of course, Mew also had friends, Mild, who was his classmate since junior high. He saw Mew appearing for the first time at Mrs. Zhu's Cafeteria. The service aunty saw that Mew was good looking, and gave him the biggest chicken drumstick available. Mild looked at the tiny ass drumstick on his plate, and looked again at the huge drumstick on Mew's plate, and could only give a heavy sigh.

"Mew, Gulf and you..."

"Nothing between us."

"Then why will there be that sort of rumour?"

"..." Mew felt that it was a difficult to explain situation, but to not explain it was also weird. "I didn't let Senior give me a blowjob, neither we fuck in public. About my salty dick, that was purely Senior saying rubbish."

Mew while explaining, carefully stored the huge drumstick in the lunchbox.

This was the first time Mild heard curse words like "dick" and "fuck" coming out from Mew's good looking lips. It not only did not feel like a violation, but actually sounded refined. He would have to pay attention to his speech in the future.

"But the two of you... There's really nothing?" Mild was unwilling to stop asking.

"What could there be?"

"So who are you packing this lunchbox for?" Mild asked knowingly.

"Senior."

"What's with the drumstick?"

"His leg got injured, so this is for him."

"Such an affectionate junior," Mild continued, "Even if the two of you really have something going on, I wouldn't look down on you. You're my lifelong brother, no matter whether you like men or women I'll still support you!"

Despite Mew being very touched, he still had to clarify:

"I really am not gay."

As the abrasion on Gulf's calf was really very big, it resulted in his calf being wrapped like a baguette. He could only balance on one leg to shower, and felt like he was performing gymnastics each time he took a shower. However, one of Gulf's attributes was his optimism, finding joy in hard work was part of being a man, so our senior Gulf had one leg on the covered toilet while having a personal concert in the bathroom under the shower.