The Right Way to Fix a Gloomy Bottom

[Gloomy, insecure, meek shou × Outwardly sunny college boy, inwardly twisted psycho gong] Every class has someone everyone looks down on—like Jiang Jin. He is a rat scurrying in the sewers, damp moss underfoot. Those who step on him curse their luck. Gloomy, pale, with thick bangs and outdated black-framed glasses, he has no friends. Wei Li is the complete opposite—beloved by all, dazzling like a supernova in explosion. Sunny and cheerful, always ready to help, despite his affluent background, he never acts superior. From teachers and leaders to cafeteria aunts and school gate guards, no one dislikes this radiant young man. Except for Jiang Jin. He’s convinced no one in the world can be this perfect. Despite his repeated attempts to tear off Wei Li’s mask, he fails—until he’s unexpectedly trapped, knocked unconscious, and dragged to an unfamiliar private room, where photos are taken as evidence. Pain, humiliation, tears, ropes he can’t break free from, wounds rubbed raw—they leave an indelible mark on his memories. Years later, Jiang Jin still can’t believe the man who repeatedly threatens him with those photos, who’s unbearably rough in bed and nearly suffocates him, is none other than— Wei Li. Terrified, he takes a step back but collides abruptly with Wei Li’s chest— The man leisurely lights a cigarette, the familiar scent dredging up agonizing memories. A smoke ring drifts into Jiang Jin’s face. Through the wine-scented haze, Wei Li sheds his disguise, his expression twisted: “Only just realized, Jiang Jin?”