What Should I Do? My Sexual Orientation is Normal [Gender Bender] | Chapter 50 | A Birthday Confession | Novela.app

In the classroom, Yu Qing hummed a tune as he sat down, only to overhear two girls in the front row whispering excitedly. "Cheng Yifei finally smiled!" "He’s so incredibly handsome. I haven't seen him smile in nine whole days!" Yu Qing: "..." "Ladies," Yu Qing interjected, "Cheng Yifei isn't paralyzed; what’s so strange about him smiling? You’re even counting the days since his last one? You’ve got it bad. Hey, if you like him, just confess! Though I can guarantee a ninety percent chance of failure." "Yu Qing, you're so annoying! Top students rarely smile, okay? But we don't blame him for keeping a straight face. If he smiled every day, I’m afraid we’d all be anemic!" "What? Why anemic?" "From all the nosebleeds!" Yu Qing: "..." *Impressive.* Left speechless, Yu Qing had just opened his textbook when he heard them switch topics. "But I heard someone is planning to confess to the Genius after school today?" "Who?" Yu Qing leaned over his desk, equally eager for gossip. "There, there, there." A girl discreetly signaled with her eyes. Yu Qing glanced forty-five degrees to the left. *Oh?* "Chen Xiu? You’ve got to be kidding." "If you don't believe it, just wait until after school!" This Chen Xiu was the adorable Chinese class representative he had mentioned before. She had a generous, lively personality and a constant smile; she was popular with both boys and girls, her grades were second only to Cheng Yifei’s, and her looks were beyond reproach. Plenty of boys in class had a secret crush on her. "Hehe..." Yu Qing suddenly let out a chuckle. It startled the girl in front of him. "What are you laughing at?" "I'm just proud!" Yu Qing said loftily. Having such a pretty girl like his best friend—didn't that reflect well on him too? After enduring a drowsy afternoon of classes, the final bell rang. Within five minutes, the classroom was nearly empty. Yu Qing had plans to play ball with some other students. He called out to Cheng Yifei, "Yifei, I’m heading out to play a game with Haitao and the others. Do you have tutoring today? If you do, I’ll just grab dinner with Chengcheng." "He’s with me today. You’re on your own," Cheng Yifei said, tucking his books into his desk. Yu Qing let out a surprised "Eh?" but was pulled away by his classmates before he could ask more. Only Cheng Yifei and his deskmate, who was on duty, remained in the room. It was Cheng Yifei’s turn to take out the trash, so his deskmate finished sweeping his assigned area and promptly vanished. Chen Xiu, who had left after school, quietly returned. She peeked through the back door, and once she was certain no one else was around, she stepped inside, clutching a pink envelope with a red heart sticker on the seal. Cheng Yifei was busy with the trash bags in the corner. Hearing someone enter, he assumed it was Fei Cheng and said with a smile, "Wait for me a bit longer. I’ll be ready once I dump the trash." It was the first time Chen Xiu had heard him speak in such a gentle... no, it was warmer than gentle. It was a tone that was three parts intimate and seven parts tender, like a kind older brother next door. Her cheeks flushed a shy crimson as she whispered, "Okay." Cheng Yifei’s hands froze as he tied the knot on the trash bag. The smile vanished from his face as he turned around, his expression shifting to one of mild confusion. "It’s you? Is something wrong?" His gaze then fell upon the envelope in her hands, and his brow furrowed slightly. Chen Xiu lowered her head and murmured an "Um," then added shyly but eagerly, "I... I’ll help you with the trash!" "No need. If you have something to say, say it. I have things to do." Cheng Yifei glanced at the wall clock. Chengcheng should be arriving soon. Chen Xiu felt a flicker of hesitation at his cold demeanor, but she had prepared this love letter for a week, and today was her birthday. She had to give it to him! "Cheng Yifei, I like you!" "Brother Cheng, are you ready?" Their voices fell simultaneously. Fei Cheng stood at the classroom door, his mind going blank as he saw the boy and girl standing face-to-face. A silence fell over the three of them. Just as Cheng Yifei was about to speak, Fei Cheng gave a small smile. "Sorry for the interruption. Please, continue. Brother Cheng, I’ll wait for you in the hallway." Cheng Yifei’s mood plummeted the moment Fei Cheng left. Seeing a girl confess to him, Fei Cheng actually had no reaction at all. He truly didn't care. Chen Xiu was embarrassed to have her confession witnessed, but she insisted on finishing. "Cheng Yifei, I really like you. I’ve liked you since the first day of school! Today is my birthday, so I gathered the courage to tell you. This is a love letter I wrote for you. Will you accept it?" Cheng Yifei didn't even spare the letter a glance. He shook his head. "Thank you. I’m sorry." He picked up the trash and walked out of the classroom without looking back, heading straight for Fei Cheng, who was leaning against the hallway railing. Cheng Yifei strode up to Fei Cheng and stopped, staring at him without a word. Fei Cheng was surprised he had finished so quickly, and even more puzzled by his terrible expression. Had that girl said something nasty because Cheng Yifei rejected her? "Brother Cheng, be the bigger person. Don't take it out on a girl. They just get a bit sharp when they're emotional. She probably regretted it the moment she said it." He reached out to help carry the trash, but Cheng Yifei pulled it away. "What if the person making me angry is a guy?" Cheng Yifei asked. A guy? Fei Cheng was bewildered. "Who?" Cheng Yifei tried to hold it in, but failed. He gritted his teeth. "You!" *Me???* Fei Cheng looked at him blankly. *How did I make you angry...* "Follow me." Cheng Yifei headed downstairs, and Fei Cheng followed obediently without a second thought. He stole a glance at Cheng Yifei’s profile, sensing that the immediate crisis had passed. "Brother Cheng, where are we going?" "To dump the trash," Cheng Yifei said coldly. Fei Cheng: "..." *Oh, right.* Fei Cheng followed him to the trash bins, followed him to wash his hands, and then followed him into the cafeteria. It wasn't until they were sitting across from each other with their food that he felt... a bit silly. Cheng Yifei ate slowly, glancing up at Fei Cheng from time to time. They were so familiar that silence wasn't awkward. However, he suddenly recalled the image of Fei Cheng and Qiu Minmin eating together at noon. Fei Cheng hadn't been like this then. Fei Cheng placed a piece of Dongpo pork into Cheng Yifei’s bowl and casually took some eggplant from his in return. "Brother Cheng, don't you love Dongpo pork? Why didn't you get it this time? I got some, here, you eat it." Cheng Yifei, who had been about to set down his chopsticks, gripped them tighter. Looking at Fei Cheng’s smiling face, the frustration in his heart dissipated like smoke. The two finished their dinner in harmony and left the cafeteria chatting and laughing, only to run into Qiu Minmin and her classmate at the entrance. Fei Cheng stopped to nag her. "Are you feeling better? Don't forget to take your medicine after eating. If you still feel unwell, go back to the doctor!" Qiu Minmin glanced at Cheng Yifei beside him and nodded with a smile. "I know, I know. You’re just like my grandma. I’m going to eat now. Bye-bye!" Cheng Yifei’s heart was on a rollercoaster. Fortunately, he wasn't one to wear his emotions on his sleeve—unless necessary, like now, when they were alone. "What’s wrong with her?" Cheng Yifei asked. Fei Cheng nodded. "Her stomach was hurting the other day. The doctor said it’s a bit of gastroenteritis." *Are you two in such frequent contact in private?* Cheng Yifei frowned as they walked around the track to digest their food. "You said you didn't have romantic feelings for Qiu Minmin." "I don't," Fei Cheng admitted. "You’ve asked me so many times. I really don't." Cheng Yifei seemed to be considering his words. After a few seconds, he said, "Then don't you think your behavior makes it too easy for people to misunderstand?" Fei Cheng turned to look at him. "How is it misleading? She’s sick; I’m just telling her to take her medicine." "You know everything about her," Cheng Yifei countered. "It shows you care about her a lot and that you’re very close." Fei Cheng laughed. "Of course! She’s my sworn younger sister. If I didn't care about her, what would be the point of the bond?" Cheng Yifei hooked an arm around his neck. "It’s fine as long as you only see her as a sister, but you aren't blood-related after all. Don't get too close, or the Dean will catch you. The school strictly forbids early romance right now." "Pfft... Brother Cheng, you have the nerve to lecture me? Didn't a girl just confess to you in the classroom? She’s your class’s... Chinese representative? Yu Qing mentioned her to me." Fei Cheng nudged him in the ribs with his elbow, his face full of teasing. Cheng Yifei pinched his ear. "Such a good memory?" Fei Cheng struggled for a moment before Cheng Yifei let go. After a while, Cheng Yifei asked, "Don't you feel anything about me being confessed to?" "I do!" Fei Cheng said. A tiny spark of hope lit up in Cheng Yifei’s eyes as he looked at him. Fei Cheng said solemnly, "I feel terrible for the girls. You didn't even look at the love letter they prepared so carefully, and you rejected a brave confession. But Brother Cheng, you could be a bit more tactful with your rejections." The light in Cheng Yifei’s eyes dimmed. He twitched the corner of his mouth. "Who said I rejected her?" Fei Cheng was about to continue, but it took three seconds for the information to sink in. He looked at Cheng Yifei, dazed. "You... didn't reject her?" "Why would I? Our Chinese representative is quite cute, isn't she?" Cheng Yifei said with a slight smile. Fei Cheng’s expression was one of pure shock. Cheng Yifei gave him time to process as he continued walking. A gentle breeze blew, but there wasn't a trace of a smile on his face. He had lied on an impulse, and he wasn't sure who he was trying to spite. He had a feeling that, in the end, he would only be spiting himself. Fei Cheng watched his back, thinking: *No way? No way! How is that possible?* He chased after him