Take a good look. This long-haired man is called Shen An, as in sanctimonious.
People say every long-haired man has a distinct personality, yet somehow they all have the same one. Shen An is a prime example.
For instance, he loves holding a glass of whiskey with two ice cubes and talking about a handful of snow he saw on Mount Kilimanjaro in Europe.
Even though the whiskey has been sloshing around all night without getting any lower, and Mount Kilimanjaro is in Africa, not Europe.
Then there's how he'll light a cigarette and watch the fire slowly burn between his fingers, wistfully telling you about his old, broken bass with its snapped string and reminiscing about his unrealized dream of being in a band.
Even though he can't tell a bass from a guitar, and the only instrument he knows how to play is a rattle drum.
This long-haired man who seems like a melancholic artsy type is, in fact, a total poser.
Until one day, the poser meets a man in a bar.
Shen An: The seagulls of the Gulf of Alaska...
The other man (downing his whiskey in one go, then sneering): Read less of Da Bing.
Shen An: My heartbreaking family of origin...
The other man (yawning): I've heard enough. Can we get to what comes next?
Shen An (tilting his head up at a forty-five-degree angle, looking mournfully at the sky): ...
The other man (picking at a fingernail): Are you done putting on an act?
Until the day they reached perfect harmony
Afterward, Shen An lit a cigarette and mournfully commemorated the loss of his first night.
With a flame burning at his fingertips and a bite mark on his shoulder, he suddenly asked the other man:
“What level of education do you have?”
The man shot him a cold glance. A prominent, fierce scar stood out on his broad chest. He let out a sneer:
“Middle school. Nine years of compulsory education.”
Shen An's face turned pale with melancholy. He was devastated. He never thought the last hickey on his body would come from a middle-school graduate.
The man snatched the cigarette away and took a drag. What the hell was this? It had no taste at all. He blew a smoke ring, clearly used to this sort of thing, and asked lazily, “Are you done acting? If you are, come over and kiss me.”
So Shen An, still feeling miserable, scampered over and kissed him.
As he kissed him, he stubbornly asked, “Could you go abroad and buy a degree?”
Damn it, what a poser.
Melancholy long-haired poser x ruthless, world-weary, powerful bottom
Screenshot taken on 2025.6.2
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Theme: There will always be someone who teaches you the true meaning of life
