Rain Drop at Night 🌙

Chapter 4: Delivering the Jacket Wen Xiao truly hadn't expected to find such a "private exclusive zone" in the school's public gymnasium. But he quickly realized—the person before him was most likely one of the childhood F4. And in his memory, only one person had this hair and eye color—Leng Shucheng. As a cannon fodder character from the original story, he was all too familiar with the F4's so-called "exclusive privileges." After all, the families behind the F4 were the school's biggest "sponsors." For all he knew, this entire gymnasium might have been donated by the Leng family. Moreover, the prestige of the four great families wasn't built in a single generation. Their wealth and influence, accumulated over decades or even centuries, far surpassed that of ordinary families. Leng Shucheng draped a towel over his shoulder and was about to head to the locker room. Despite his short stature, he walked with an arrogant swagger, as...

Chapter 3: The Privileges of F4 Wen Xulai adjusted his black-framed glasses and walked toward Class 4 with his teaching materials in hand. As he passed Class 2—his own homeroom—he instinctively glanced inside. Noticing someone still in the classroom, he paused in surprise. "Song Jingbai? Isn't this your P.E. class? Why haven't you gone to the gym yet?" The moment he saw Song Jingbai alone in the classroom, he immediately sensed something was off. Out of concern for his student, he couldn't just ignore it. Song Jingbai had caused no trouble in the two months since school started—except for yesterday's fight with Huo Zhanyan. When asked why they fought, Song Jingbai had remained silent. Since he refused to explain, Wen Xulai didn't press further, knowing it might only make things worse. All in all, Song Jingbai was far less troublesome than Huo Zhanyan. Song Jingbai tossed something into the trash bin at the back of the classroom before stepping out....

Chapter 2: Parental Notification Wen Xiao had just entered the classroom when he walked straight to the back row, only to find Song Jingbai already gone. As he sat down and flipped open his textbook, he suddenly remembered something he'd forgotten—he hadn't asked the teacher to change his seatmate. To be honest, he didn't want to sit next to Song Jingbai. That name alone brought back nothing but unpleasant memories. Since he'd been reborn, there was no reason for him to do nothing. It was already generous enough that he wasn't going out of his way to deal with them—how could he possibly get along peacefully? Besides, he'd just run into Huo Zhanyan in the office. The saying "a leopard never changes its spots" really held true—hot-tempered, utterly lacking in empathy, and self-righteous. That was Huo Zhanyan in a nutshell. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than a shadow burst into the classroom. The figure scanned the room before swiftly...

Chapter 1: Back to Seven Years Old Wen Xiao died in a 20-square-meter basement, one month shy of his eighteenth birthday. But when he opened his eyes again, he didn't see the "afterlife"—instead, he found himself in a sunlit classroom. The late autumn sunlight streamed through the glass window, filtering through the lush ginkgo leaves to reveal a clear blue sky, beautiful as an oil painting. The sound of children's laughter filled the air, noisy and lively, as unfamiliar young faces flashed before his eyes a completely foreign scene. Wen Xiao looked down to find a brand-new workbook on the desk, freshly signed. Class 1-2, Wen Xiao. The handwriting was crooked but legible, written stroke by stroke. In the center of the workbook was an embossed school emblem—St. Laurent Noble Academy—with a line of elegant English cursive beneath. He had been reborn. Having died at eighteen, he had returned ten years into the past, now a seven-year-old elementary school stude...

I am the childhood friend of the F4 in the campus novel by 灼云衣 Description: #All My Childhood Friends Have Fallen for Me After dying, Wen Xiao is reborn and gains self-awareness, realizing he’s living in a BL novel. Fortunately, nothing has happened yet his family hasn’t gone bankrupt, his parents are still alive, his brother hasn’t been mu*dered, and he hasn’t provoked the protagonist shou out of jealousy, leading to retaliation from the F4 group. In the novel, the protagonist shou comes from a humble background-pure, delicate yet unpretentious, passionate yet naive. His tumultuous love story with the elite school’s “F4” is full of drama, chaos, and ultimately, a happy ending for all five. The F4 are heirs to four prestigious families, holding lofty statuses. During their school years, they engage in bullying, forced kisses, and endless dogblood tropes-so cringe-worthy that Wen Xiao could only react with the old man squinting at his phone meme. At the best age of your lives, inste...

Once Li Yuqing was gone, only Li Ming'an and Lan Yu remained in the silent room, the heavy sound of Li Ming'an's uneven breathing the only disturbance. He stood stiffly, wanting to look at Lan Yu but not daring to. After a while, he gingerly touched the throbbing wound on his cheek and crouched down, pretending to search for his glasses. "Lan Yu," he said quietly, "I'm sorry." Lan Yu didn't respond. Unease coiled in Li Ming'an's chest as he picked up his glasses, mechanically wiping the frames with his fingers. He wanted to explain—but what could he say? That he'd barged in on Lan Yu late at night? That he'd fought his own brother in Lan Yu's room? Around Lan Yu, Li Ming'an's usual eloquence deserted him, leaving him at a loss. The oppressive silence stretched on until he finally risked a glance toward the bed. Lan Yu still sat there, the lower half of his body covered by a thin blanket, his chest slender and bare...

A lone candle flickered dimly in the room, casting a sultry, illicit glow over the incestuous debauchery unfolding on the bed. Li Ming'an froze, his mind blank in that instant. When he finally regained his senses, he met Li Yuqing's icy, savage gaze—eyes filled with fury and desire. The man gave him a chilling glance before lowering his eyes back to Lan Yu beneath him. Lan Yu lay under him, his throat still trapped in Li Yuqing's grasp. The grip was so tight he could barely breathe, one hand feebly trying to pry away Li Yuqing's powerful arm. Unfazed, Li Yuqing yanked the quilt over Lan Yu's exposed body, the cock buried inside him ruthlessly thrusting past the convulsing walls and slamming deep into his womb. Slick fluids gushed out, drenching the thick, engorged shaft. The pleasure made Li Yuqing's abdomen tense, veins bulging on the back of his hand. His hatred mingled with intoxicating lust, stoking his desire until he nearly wanted to devour Lan Yu aliv...

Li Ming'an didn't know how he'd ended up in Lan Yu's courtyard. He truly thought he had gone mad, knocking on the door of his father's concubine in the dead of night—even if this concubine was a man, it was utterly improper. Yet Li Ming'an simply wanted to see Lan Yu. Restless and unsettled all day, or rather, ever since his release from prison, he had scarcely known a peaceful night's sleep. His mind was in turmoil, his entire life seemingly thrown into disarray by that stint behind bars. These were things he couldn't confide in his mother, nor did he know who else to turn to. Bottled up day after day, confined within the walls of this grand estate, he felt as though he was becoming a different Li Ming'an altogether. As if guided by some unseen force, Li Ming'an found himself standing in Lan Yu's courtyard. To his surprise, a candle's glow flickered inside, its warm amber light seeping through the paper window, casting an inexplicable...

By the time Lan Yu returned to his own quarters, it was already deep into the night. He hadn't expected to find Li Yuqing sprawled across the rattan chair the moment he lit the candle. The man was tall and long-limbed, his legs stretched out lazily, one arm dangling at his side while the other toyed with a sleek black pistol, spinning it deftly between his fingers. Lan Yu paused mid-step. Li Yuqing looked up, and their eyes met—Lan Yu immediately caught the impatience and coldness in the younger man's strikingly handsome face. "What took you so long?" Li Yuqing asked. Lan Yu nearly laughed in disbelief. The way Li Yuqing spoke made it sound like he was a husband catching his wife returning late. He replied coldly, "I should be the one asking—what are you doing in my courtyard in the dead of night?" Li Yuqing stared at him, his anger simmering. Returning to his own residence had only made him more restless, so he had come here instead. He hadn't exp...