My Boyfriends From Two Different Timelines Are Fighting

Ling Xianxing has a distant, aloof desk mate who seems to stand above the rest. His greatest pleasure is teasing him until the other boy gets annoyed whenever he sees him. One day, after teasing his desk mate, Ling Xianxing is walking back to the dorm when everything suddenly goes black. When he wakes up, he's been transported ten years into the future. Confused, he hurries back to his home, only to find that the villa has changed owners. Its new owner is his desk mate, ten years older. His desk mate now has absolute power in City A and is ten times colder than he was in high school. An air of ruthless menace surrounds him. His desk mate's indifferent gaze passes over him, his voice cold enough to cut to the bone. “A shoddy imitation.” Ling Xianxing: ? Only then does Ling Xianxing learn that in this timeline, he's been dead for more than nine years. After his death, the desk mate who was supposed to be sick of him took over his house and kept watch over his remains. Countless people had plastic surgery to look like him in an attempt to seduce his desk mate. Ling Xianxing: That's a lot to take in. Give me a minute. On the day of their high school graduation, Yu Jiangqing lost his sun forever. He went from a penniless boy to the head of a family with power over everything, yet he still couldn't wait for that person to return. Until one day, the young man came running home, looking just as he had back then. Now there was only one problem: the other person could travel back and forth between two timelines. And there was another version of him in the timeline ten years in the past. Twenty-eight-year-old Yu Jiangqing lowered his eyes, a cold smile on his lips. He'd have to find a way to kill himself. Eighteen-year-old Yu Jiangqing had something he was worried about. One day, his secretly beloved desk mate suddenly started acting strangely, often saying weird things and seeming to know him very well. But what bothered him most was that red marks kept appearing on the other boy's body, and he claimed Yu Jiangqing had caused them. Twenty-eight-year-old Yu Jiangqing lowered his eyes and bit the back of Ling Xianxing's neck, his voice hoarse. “When I was eighteen, I was really insecure about my skin hunger. Don't touch ‘me’ physically, or ‘I’ will feel humiliated.” Ling Xianxing trembled as he soothed him, while earnestly making a note of it. “Okay…” But later, eighteen-year-old Yu Jiangqing pinned him against the desk and ran his long fingers over the bite mark twenty-eight-year-old Yu Jiangqing had left on his neck. The young man's expression was cool, but his gaze burned fiercely. “Who is he?” The two gongs will travel through time later and meet face-to-face. They're the same person from different timelines. To answer the question: the shou is the same person in every timeline. I'll leave the rest unsaid to avoid spoilers. A shou who's bad at flirting but loves to tease, then gets shy the moment things get serious An eighteen-year-old aloof, untouchable beauty / a twenty-eight-year-old obsessive, unhinged gong Reader's Guide Both are each other's first love, body and soul. I'm not on either character's side. My characters are equals, so extreme fans of either character should stay away. Coming soon: Raising Another Version of My Shizun Behind His Back Ye Lingzhou has a saintly shizun who sacrifices himself to the Dao when Ye looks away for a moment, leaving him an orphaned disciple. Ye Lingzhou: So that's it? You're not raising me anymore? He grumbles as he retrieves his shizun's remnant soul, but when he tries to piece it together, he discovers that the soul has split in two and can't be put back together. So he simply resurrects each half separately, and ends up with two shizun. One stays out in the open, playing the part of a devoted disciple to a loving master. The other is hidden away in an uninhabited pocket world, all to himself. Perfect. Xie Chishu clearly remembers dying, but when he opens his eyes again, he's chained up inside the pocket world. His disciple declares, “From now on, Shizun, you can just let me raise you.” Xie Chishu's ears turn red. “Don't be ridiculous!” Later, watching Ye Lingzhou run outside the pocket world every day to sweetly call another version of him Shizun, then return with a pile of things for him, Xie Chishu can't quite put his feelings into words. After being resurrected, Xie Chishu feels that his disciple has become very strange. He used to cling to him all day, his eyes full of unspoken adoration. Now he keeps disappearing with a pile of rare treasures, and Xie Chishu has no idea who he's going to see. Worse still, ambiguous marks keep appearing on his body. After investigating, Xie Chishu reaches a very troubling conclusion: his disciple must have been deceived and is secretly keeping some unknown man behind his shizun's back. Later, Xie Chishu pins Ye Lingzhou against the side of the bed. His usually gentle, reserved shizun wears a gloomy expression. “Didn't you say you wanted me all to yourself? Why are you running away?” After being thoroughly disciplined, Ye Lingzhou leaves the pocket world, only to be caught in the act by Xie Chishu. Xie Chishu lowers his eyes and brushes his fingertips over Ye Lingzhou's cheek. “Apart from the bond between master and disciple, do you really have no other feelings for your shizun?” #So much for being old-fashioned and reserved #I was joking before. I can't handle having you as my shizun Both are each other's only partner. Older shizun and younger disciple. Former saint, now ghost / full of tricks / two shizun gongs A disciple who only talks big but fights like a madman, and is a beauty shou The shizun have different names for ease of reading, but they're actually different sides of the same person. Strong leads, with the protagonist at the pinnacle of martial strength. Theme: I have an old friend, and my body is like the blazing sun.