The Supporting Male Character Just Wants to Be a Tool Man - Chapter 163-2

Han Yu pulled out the pillow behind him and hit Han Cheng. What kind of spicy chicken didi is this! Why is he so spicy!

Han Cheng laughed and dodged twice. When he returned to the bedroom, he saw Shen Qingshu lying on the bed, his head buried in his hands, as if afraid to see anyone.

Han Cheng was so amused by the sight that he sat down beside him, patted his shoulder, bent over and approached him, “Okay, don’t be shy, you haven’t eaten breakfast yet, get up and have breakfast.”

Shen Qingshu remained prone and shook his head. For what reason should he eat breakfast? Let him eat air!

“It’s nothing. It’s just campus literature. Don’t worry.”

Is worrying the problem?

This is about being too ashamed to meet people!

Han Cheng dug the man out of his bed and brought him into his arms, “I have already taught my ge a profound lesson, and he promises that he will never do it again. He will also never bring up this matter again, even if he is beaten to death.”

Shen Qingshu: … Ying.

“In fact, he just wanted to tease me.” Han Cheng said softly, “When he saw that the recipient was me, he thought it was me who wrote it, so he purposely tried to tease me. However, he was too smart for his own good, and he himself was very sorry.”

“So don’t worry too much. If stay in here all the time, he will feel more awkward”

Shen Qingshu just looked up at him pitifully.

Han Cheng held his face and said, “Look at your blush. It’s not ‘That Night’, what are you afraid of?”

“No, it’s so shameful. The shame of having any intimate drama being said aloud, especially if you write it yourself. Of course you’re not ashamed, because you didn’t write it.”

Well Han Cheng is really not ashamed, otherwise he would not recite to Shen Qingshu every day after he found ‘That Night’, as if the other main character was not him.

Han Cheng pinched his face and said, “Well, that’s all right. He won’t mention it any more. Don’t worry.”

Shen Qingshu nodded, but still felt embarrassed. He curled his hands around Han Cheng and buried his head in his shoulder.

Han Cheng laughed and hugged him, shook him gently, coaxed him into saying, “It’s okay, come on, be good.”

Shen Qingshu groaned in his arms. After a long time, he finally completed his psychological construction and went out again.

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Han Yu was in the kitchen when he saw the two of them coming out again. He was a little embarrassed, but his face didn’t show his loss of composure. “I marinated some chicken thighs. I’ll make fried chicken for you and xiao Cheng at noon.”

Shen Qingshu quickly nodded, “Thank you, gege.”

“You’re welcome.”

Han Cheng watched the interaction between them and tried not to let loose his laughter. He scooped up two bowls of porridge, recieved tea eggs and fried dough sticks from Han Yu, “Let’s eat first.”

“Lets.” Han Yu replied.

Shen Qingshu was relieved and went out with his bowl.

Han Yu also breathed a sigh of relief. Alas, he laughed at the wrong person carelessly, which was also embarrassing for him.

Shen Qingshu finished his meal and checked the sample book. He thought there was nothing wrong, so he replied to the editor of the publishing house.

The editor was surprised and said: [Did you already receive it?]

She sent it near the New Year and thought it would be delivered in a few days, but unexpectedly it arrived earlier than she expected.

Editor: [Let’s start printing after two days.]

Shen Qingshu: [En.]

After Han Cheng finished washing the dishes, he was blocked at the kitchen door by his ge.

“What’s wrong?” Han Cheng deliberately said, “You want to emotionally recite the text aloud to me again?”

Han Yu: …

Han Yu was speechless. “You must feel uncomfortable if you don’t seek death once a day.”

“It’s rare for you to make a mistake. Can’t I enjoy it?”

“Suit yourself,” Han Yu was helpless, “but QingQing is going to publish a book?”

“Not only will he publish books, but he will also make a film. The film he made before was adapted from the novel he wrote.”

Han Yu was surprised. “So powerful?”

“He is very talented in this field. It started from another company liking his novel and wanted to buy film rights. He was worried that the other party would not shoot them well, so I encouraged him to shoot them himself. Finally, he set up a good team, and Cen Yueze invested. I also prepared a hundred million yuan, but had no place to spend it.”

“Really?” Han Yu leaned against the door frame. “Then he is really suitable for the cultural and entertainment circle.”

“Right?” Han Cheng leans against the other side of the door.

“So when do you plan to make it public?” Han Yu asked him, “Before the official announcement, you must let our parents know, right?”

“The plan is this year. He’s afraid to meet our parents, that they  would dislike him for being male, which would affect my relationship with my family. However, probably because of your good attitude towards him these several days that he has gained some confidence. So yesterday, he said that he would like to go home with me for the next Spring Festival, so we will probably tell our parents this year.”

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Han Cheng was a little worried “Do you think I should tell it to them straight? Or should I let our parents know our relationship bit by bit?”

“Little by little.” Han Yu suggested, “when both father and mother wanted to introduce you to blind dates, they wanted to introduce you to a girl, so they didn’t think you would like boys. Now they both know that QingQing exists, you should mention QingQing more often at home this year. Let them accept QingQing first, and then accept your relationship.”

“All right.” Han Cheng said, “Hey, do you think that I should ask QingQing to give you a book, and then you take it back to see how our parents react when they find it?”

Han Yu: ….

Han Yu said coldly, “What kind of reaction will they have? Probably think that it’s strange that I’m reading young romance novels! It would be even stranger than thinking I like men! Then they will think it’s more natural for me to like men!”

He looked at Han Cheng. “You wish!”

TN: Had a lot of trouble with this chapter, the metaphors felt so wacky to me that I initially thought they were memes and then couldn’t find any corresponding ones and … but here you are!