The Day I Was Reborn as My Forced Boyfriend

"He is the son of my servant and the white moonlight stained by my own hands." "——Then he sat upright in the clouds, and I knelt in the mud." When he was sixteen years old, Xu Zhiyi and Song Lin completely came to blows. He couldn't stand Song Lin's always straight back, whitewashed school uniform, and eyes that looked at him like he was looking at garbage. He hated how easily he could gain his father's approval, and he even hated himself for the inexplicable heart palpitations under that cold arrogance. When he pressed Song Lin on the piano and kissed him, Xu Zhiyi thought about tearing his mask of aloofness to pieces. His bitten lips were bleeding, and his eyes were like poisoned knives. Xu Zhiyi tasted the twisted taste of victory in the smell of blood - he thought he would always be the winner of this game. "Xu Zhiyi, you will regret it." Xu Zhiyi certainly didn't think he would regret it. For more than ten years, he used an almost rogue method to trap Song Lin in his own world. Under the same roof is a home where they quarrel, bite, and share body heat late at night. In this entanglement day after day, Xu Zhiyi decided that he had left a mark on Song Lin's life, and this was the way they fell in love. Song Lin's increasingly compromising attitude seems to prove this. Until Xu's bankruptcy, the building collapsed, his father jumped from the building, and his mother fell ill. Overnight, Xu Zhiyi lost everything, and also lost his excuse to deceive himself and others. Xu Zhiyi, who had to work as a waiter to make a living, unexpectedly met Song Lin - he came calmly with others. Xu Zhiyi thought that as long as he stretched out his hand, Song Lin would bow his head. He thought that there should be at least some affection between them. But Song Lin was well-dressed, looking down at him like dust, and looking at him with eyes as dull as looking at a stranger. It took Xu Zhiyi twelve years to understand—— It's not that Song Lin doesn't know how to love, it's just that he doesn't love him. "Song Lin, will you cry if I die?" On the hospital bed, Xu Zhiyi looked at the falling snow outside the window and suddenly asked. The sound of arranging medical equipment behind him paused for a second. Song Lin raised his eyes slightly, and when he opened his mouth again, it was as cold as a cold cave. "You're overthinking." That voice was still calm and composed, as it had been for more than four thousand days and nights. When he opened his eyes again, Xu Zhiyi returned to the summer when he was sixteen years old. The cicadas chirp harshly and the sun is scorching. In the distance, young Song Lin was walking through the corridor holding a thick stack of textbooks. Xu Zhiyi had no time to think, turned around and ran away, vowing not to make the same mistake again. However, as if being pulled by an invisible thread, he couldn't help but look back - at the same moment, Song Lin at the other end of the corridor turned back with emotion. Their eyes met, and in the middle was the noisy chirping of cicadas and the torrent of time. Across a whole broken future, Xu Zhiyi could see clearly for the first time. Under that silent and cold appearance, there seemed to be some kind of... Madness that he had never understood before. Cold on the outside and colder on the inside, the academic tyrant doctor attacks✖️The former dandy young master and the latter the elite sufferer, Song Lin✖️Xu Zhiyi, not rebellious Falling in love and killing each other from school days to adults and back to school days again Intention: Be your own master