SYU 13. They’re Definitely Fighting Again

Wu Jinshan carried him for a while, but Chen Xiucheng eventually started squirming and insisted on walking. He barely made it a few steps before calling out for Wu Jinshan to carry him again.

“Does it really hurt that bad?” Wu Jinshan asked.

Chen Xiucheng snapped, “Mind your own business.”

Wu Jinshan knew full well that it hurt. And not just a little. Chen Xiucheng was sore all over, weak in the knees, trembling from head to toe, but he was too proud to let himself be carried the whole way. Fortunately, there weren’t many people out on campus at that hour. They took a quieter path lined with trees, stopping every so often, and finally made it to the dorm building by elevator.

Just as the elevator dinged open, Zhao Xi from the room next door happened to be scrolling his phone while waiting. He looked up and saw the two of them standing there at the entrance, both covered in dirt and looking a mess. When he noticed Chen Xiucheng walking awkwardly, he called out casually, “Yo, Brother Cheng, what happened to you?”

The dorms next to 502, Rooms 501 and 503 were long-suffering victims of the constant bickering between Wu Jinshan and Chen Xiucheng. At their worst, they’d even be woken up in the middle of the night, all because the two of them ran into each other on the way to the bathroom and started arguing over who had the more urgent need to pee.

Everyone in their year knew they had never gotten along, not since the day they enrolled. Seeing them like this, messy and clinging to each other, was more than just strange. It felt unnatural, out of place, and nothing like the two people everyone thought they knew.

Was this some kind of cosmic anomaly?

Zhao Xi rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating from waking up too fast. He wasn’t sure whether the two had heard him at all.

As the pair stepped out of the elevator and Zhao Xi prepared to go down, the three of them made brief eye contact, just long enough for the awkwardness to set in like a screen freeze.

Just as they were about to pass by each other, Chen Xiucheng suddenly felt it would be too rude to ignore him. After all, they had gamed together and eaten together before. So he made something up on the spot, grinning sheepishly. “Twisted my ankle.”

Unfortunately, Wu Jinshan must have also decided some explanation was needed. He turned his head slightly and gave a cold glance, saying flatly, “Heatstroke.”

The elevator doors slowly closed. Zhao Xi stood inside thinking, you two must be fucking possessed…

Back in their dorm, Wu Jinshan and Chen Xiucheng rushed straight into the bathroom, shoving to get in first. They didn’t even bother taking off their clothes before turning the shower on full blast and letting it pour over them like a storm.

The stench of sweat, cum, dish soap, and public restroom disinfectant all mixed together into one overwhelming, pungent mess. Anyone would want to scrub it off as fast as possible.

Cold water ran from head to toe, clearing both his mind and his body. Chen Xiucheng finally started to feel human again. He struggled to peel off the wet clothes sticking to his skin and only then realized he was missing his underwear.

The bathroom tiles were laid out in clean rows on the wall. The design was different from the ones in the public restroom, but the narrow space was similar enough that it made his mind wander. Wu Jinshan’s naked body was way too close. The water traced the firm lines of his back, flowing over well-defined muscles, the movement of his shoulder blades shifting fluidly as he reached for something.

Chen Xiucheng looked at the scene in front of him, and for a moment, a wave of shame surged up in his chest. It felt just like he was still being fucked by Wu Jinshan against the wall. The scent might be washed away, but the sensation on his body lingered, impossible to get rid of. As his heart started racing, the memory came rushing back, striking his chest again and again.

He took a step to the side, but the dorm shower was only so big. He wiped the water off his face and forced himself to calm down. “What time is it? I have class at eight-thirty.”

Wu Jinshan had his back to him. After washing his hair and rinsing the white foam off his head, he turned around. Chen Xiucheng had not been paying attention to what he was doing, until he noticed the motion of his arm, moving in a steady rhythm, and his gaze followed down.

The moment their eyes met, whether Wu Jinshan had done it on purpose or simply couldn’t hold back, he finished right onto Chen Xiucheng’s thigh.

“Ah—ah! Ah ah ah!” Chen Xiucheng jumped like he had just been burned by boiling water.

“Stop yelling so loud. Big Brick’s still around,” Wu Jinshan said. He held himself and rinsed off under the water, clearly surprised that just one glance from Chen Xiucheng had set him off. And yet, he still looked unsatisfied.

“Why the hell would you do it on my leg?” The sticky mess slid down his thigh with the water, making the sensation even more unbearable. Chen Xiucheng gritted his teeth, too mortified to curse outright. He waved his arms angrily, half flailing, half scolding. “You just did me, and now it’s all over again. Was that still not enough for you?”

“You got two rounds. What’s wrong with me having a second time? I’ve been holding it in since the hotel. I need to clear inventory at some point. And if not on your leg, then put it inside? You think you can take it?”

“Fine! Fine! You’re the best!”

Chen Xiucheng could not take it anymore. For every word he said, Wu Jinshan would talk back tenfold. Why did this guy never go bother anyone else like this? Why was it always him getting tormented?

As soon as he finished, he saw Wu Jinshan take a step forward, looking like he was about to pounce again. He immediately panicked and started shrieking. “What are you doing! Talk if you want to talk, but don’t try anything funny!”

Chen Xiucheng’s wet eyelashes trembled pitifully as he peeked through slitted lids. Wu Jinshan only leaned in close and whispered in his ear in a hushed, almost conspiratorial tone.

“There’s still time. I’ll go get you breakfast.”

“You psycho!” Chen Xiucheng shouted. He completely forgot how sore he still was. Lifting one leg, he kicked Wu Jinshan hard in the ass as he turned to leave.

No one could tell if the kick actually landed, but Chen Xiucheng yelped in pain. His own ass hurt like hell.

“Get lost!”

With the sound of shampoo bottles flying and a washbasin crashing to the ground, everyone assumed those two were definitely fighting again.

Wu Jinshan was in an excellent mood. He had never realized before just how much fun it was to tease Chen Xiucheng.

He bounced his way back to the cafeteria like someone who had just won the lottery. He bought preserved egg and lean meat porridge, steamed dumplings, pork and vegetable buns, and a whole box of sliced Hami melon. The amount was shocking. He even bought chive pockets and almond croissants, things he normally wouldn’t touch.

Wu Jinshan hated chives, almonds, and croissants. But those just happened to be Chen Xiucheng’s favorites.

Chen Xiucheng seemed to love extreme flavors such as durian, mala hot pot, stinky tofu, snail noodles. He also liked snacks that crumbled easily, like potato chips, mille-feuille pastries, and crispy seaweed.

Wu Jinshan would not even touch those snacks, but if Chen Xiucheng said he wanted some and asked him to buy them, he thought about it and figured maybe it would not be so hard to agree.

He still remembered the day they first moved into the dorm. Chen Xiucheng had been eating snacks on the bed, and the powdered coating from the mochi fell all over Wu Jinshan’s blanket.

That had once been something Wu Jinshan could never tolerate. But if it happened now, maybe he would just pat it off and clean it up. It really did not seem like that big of a deal anymore.