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With his thoughts in turmoil, Xie Qingcheng picked up the box of cigarettes from the table and gave He Yu a meaningful look.

"Don't you care?!" Zhang Yong cried. "You have to come up with something! You're the one who benefited the most from this. You...”

"Chen Man."

Dumb straight guys were really fucking dumb. -Case File Compendium (Bing A Ben), Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou.

He Yu had a family chat group, but no one ever really talked in there. He had good reason to suspect that his parents and younger brother had their own chat group with only the three of them. -Case File Compendium (Bing An Ben), Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou.

"I'm gonna make a late-night snack." He still felt rather agitated and figured it would be difficult to fall asleep tonight, so they might as well eat something as they stayed up to see what happened. He asked He Yu, "Do you want anything?"

He Yu looked at the living room, where there was barely any space for him to stand. He had been to Xie Xue's place before, but shed always tidied up before inviting him over. He never could have imagined that the room might have looked like this before it had been cleaned up —it was practically comparable to a recycling center. For a moment, he actually found this revelation even more shocking than the photo of Wang Jiankang's murder scene; it was too hard to reconcile this squalid room with Xie Xue's usual fresh, clean appearance.

"How much do you love me? What would you give up for me?" Xie Qingcheng fired off one indifferent word after another with a stony, oppressive aura. He didn't seem to be speaking words of love at all-rather, he was the spitting image of a household patriarch conducting an interrogation from the imperial preceptor's chair.

"Doing this scene with me—doesn't it make you want to throw up?" Xie Qingcheng asked, ashen faced.

Xie Qingcheng said coldly, "You want me to rehearse with you?"

The young man was actually fine being referred to as a homo. He was different from his fellow closeted comrades, but he was a bit on the extreme side, believing that everyone had to accept LGBT people, and that those who didn't ought to be buried alongside good ol' Empress Dowager Cixi in the catacombs of history as heretics. - Case File Compendium (Bing An Ben), Rou Bai Bu Chi Rou.

What the hell was he doing? The script described a sweet, private date between the male lead and his sweetheart-both of them had to display youthful and inexperienced love and desire. But after observing for a long while, Xie Qingcheng couldn't see even a hint of love in He Yus performance. Even an AI would have done a better job. -Case File Compendium (Bing A Ben), Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou.

Still, Xie Qingcheng's expression was gloomier than the dark clouds on Doomsday for the rest of the class, like the calm before a storm. His eyes were colder than ever, as though they were embedded with shards of ice. He Yu didn't doubt for a second that, if glaring daggers" was a physical phenomenon, he would have long since been perforated so thoroughly he could be used as a sieve. -Case File Compendium (Bing An Ben), Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou.

He Yu genuinely suspected that, at any moment, he would say something along the lines of, "This Exalted One has descended to the world of mortals to bestow knowledge upon you students. All present should kneel in gratitude for this divine favor? As He Yu turned this over in his mind, he gazed at the man at the lectern with the indifferent expression. He was still fully immersed in the world of medicine. -Case File Compendium (Bing An Ben), Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou.

All the students were cowed into silence under the pressure exerted by Professor Xie, but they surreptitiously exchanged glances with each other. They really hadn't seen this kind of thing before.