Saint Maurice Private Academy, the top choice for prestigious families and nobility, and the cradle of countless elites
As a student in the same year, Shen You knew all too well the vast gulf between himself and Jiang Yingxue.
He was the fake young master, carefully hiding his identity at this sharply stratified academy, an ordinary, gloomy, and unlikeable boy.
Jiang Yingxue was the only son of a rising tech tycoon, the student council president, cool and handsome, and the dream boy of every girl at the academy.
On the day of the first snowfall, Jiang Yingxue gave a speech about his full scholarship. Shen You was locked in the restroom and drenched with an entire basin of water. Clutching his cold, damp clothes, he curled up on the toilet and quietly stared at the homework in the trash can, soaked through and torn to pieces.
Click.
The locked door suddenly rattled. Jiang Yingxue stood there holding his speech, looking down at him with cool indifference.
Shen You was mortified. He bit his lower lip hard, trembling as he tried to explain, but Jiang Yingxue took off his uniform jacket and draped it over Shen You's head.
“You can come to my dorm and change,” Jiang Yingxue said.
That day, a light snow fell across campus, and a photo of Jiang Yingxue giving his speech in a thin shirt spread across the forums.
Watching his tall, slender figure onstage, Shen You began to fall for him beyond all hope of saving.
No one could help loving Jiang Yingxue, but Shen You entertained an even more reckless thought:
By any means, at any cost, he would make Jiang Yingxue look his way.
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Following him, secretly taking photos, and recording every one of his likes.
After careful planning, engineering seemingly accidental encounters, casually bringing up shared interests, getting into his class, showing how useful he could be, and making sure to be seen in a particularly pathetic state...
Everyone was stunned to see Jiang Yingxue growing closer and closer to Shen You.
The aloof dream boy, distant toward everyone else, was gentle only with Shen You. He stood up for him and tutored him, and in front of the entire school, he stepped down from the stage and went to Shen You's side.
Countless people burned with envy, unable to understand why Jiang Yingxue favored Shen You so much.
Only Shen You knew this was a kindness he had stolen, tricked his way into, and snatched for himself.
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On graduation day, Shen You was drunk. At last unable to hold it in, he grabbed Jiang Yingxue and tearfully apologized over and over.
He had betrayed Jiang Yingxue's sincerity. He had done so many terrible things. Every bit of it had been part of his long-laid plan.
How could he possibly deserve to stand beside Jiang Yingxue?
Jiang Yingxue looked down at him. After listening quietly, he said gently, “Are you talking about the secret photos on your computer, the conquest plans you wrote down to the exact second, following me home every day, secretly keeping my notes... and that new basement?”
Shen You froze.
Jiang Yingxue smiled softly. “Xiao You, you have done me a little wrong.”
“After the basement was finished, I went home with you on purpose and drank the water you gave me. How could you run away after giving me just one kiss?”
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A beautiful, gloomy, and unscrupulous seme x a kind-hearted, indulgent dream-boy older brother who favors only his seme
Shen You (seme) x Jiang Yingxue (uke)
It's basically about a love-struck younger seme who fights and schemes for love, convinced he's battled his way through the competition and finally stolen a little affection, when in reality the uke has been indulging him all along.
Same-sex marriage is legal in this setting. One-on-one, both are chaste in body and heart. Any comments about switching or reversing the pairing, dream-crushing, or provoking arguments will be deleted if I see them. These are the author's preferences, so read at your own risk. Thank you for understanding.
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In the year he loved Jiang Yingxue most, even a casual glance from Jiang Yingxue as he lowered his eyes could be endlessly savored by Shen You as a love he had imagined for his own amusement.
It was a long time before he realized that the glance had not been casual.
Nor was the love something he had imagined for his own amusement.
Theme: Love is the most precious capacity we have.