SYU 3. I’ll Prove It to You

Wu Jinshan was truly something else. A logic freak to the core, he could twist any nonsense into a full-blown theory and make it sound legitimate.

Chen Xiucheng was fuming. He pointed at Wu Jinshan, but for a long while, not a single word came out.

The moment he found out Wu Jinshan was gay, he should have known that sharing a dorm with this kind of pervert would blow up sooner or later.

Take that stupid mug situation, for example.

At first, when Wu Jinshan noticed they had the same mug, he told Chen Xiucheng to switch his out immediately.

If he had been a little more polite and reasonable, maybe talked it through nicely, Chen Xiucheng probably would have agreed. He was easygoing, soft-hearted, and not one to make a fuss. But Wu Jinshan had to come at him like a hard-ass, rigid and domineering, like he owned the place.

Chen Xiucheng hated that arrogant, self-important attitude. So even if it killed him, he wasn’t switching.

That was how they ended up bickering over a fucking mug, constantly pushing each other to give in. Neither one budged, because whoever gave up first would be seen as admitting defeat.

Then winter came, and the dorm got freezing cold. One day, Chen Xiucheng caught a cold. He slept the whole day, groggy and out of it, and when he got up in the evening for water, he didn’t turn on the light. He grabbed the wrong mug and drank from Wu Jinshan’s.

The two mugs looked identical. Without checking the small chip along the rim, there was no way to tell them apart.

Wu Jinshan was the one who discovered it. By the time he did, the two of them had already been using each other’s mugs for several days.

When he realized what happened, Wu Jinshan turned red with rage. His face flushed, steam practically coming out of his head. He dragged Chen Xiucheng off the bed and demanded an explanation, accusing him of switching mugs on purpose to infect him with germs.

Chen Xiucheng could only defend himself. He said it was just a regular cold, not the flu, and he hadn’t even had a fever, so it wasn’t contagious. Besides, who the hell would want to use his mug anyway? Once he realized the mistake, he was disgusted for days.

But Wu Jinshan refused to listen. He insisted that he was already infected, said his throat was swollen.

Chen Xiucheng didn’t believe him. He thought Wu Jinshan was bluffing, so he told him to open his mouth so he could check. Wu Jinshan wouldn’t let him. He claimed

Chen Xiucheng studied anesthesia, not ENT, so he wasn’t qualified to make that call.

Bullshit. How much medical training did it take to tell if a throat was swollen?

Wu Jinshan was tall. Easily over 190 centimeters. He had the kind of build common in northern guys, with broad shoulders, long legs, tanned skin, and tight, athletic muscles. On top of that, he played for the soccer club.

Among the freshmen that year, barely any guys could match Wu Jinshan’s build. Especially not Chen Xiucheng, who wasn’t even 180.

But height was predetermined. It wasn’t something he could change. Chen Xiucheng was furious but had no real advantage. He grabbed Wu Jinshan by the collar, rose onto his toes, and reached out to grip his chin, trying to force his mouth open.

That one move made Wu Jinshan snap. He shoved him hard and yelled

“Don’t touch me!”

Chen Xiucheng figured he was just a clean freak. But now that he had found a weakness, he wasn’t about to let it go. If Wu Jinshan didn’t want to be touched, then that just made him want to touch him even more.

“What’s the big deal? We’re all guys. It’s not like I’m groping a girl,” he said with a greasy grin, deliberately putting on a sleazy act like he was harassing some shy little virgin. Then he reached down and grabbed at Wu Jinshan’s crotch.

He always thought dick-grabbing between guys was harmless. Just a dumb joke. A sign of brohood or whatever.

Except this time, his fingers had barely brushed against the front of Wu Jinshan’s pants when they struck something firm. It was hard and for a moment, he doubted his own senses. He had no idea whether Wu Jinshan’s throat was swollen, but whatever was in his pants definitely was, and it was enormous.

Chen Xiucheng froze.

Before he could even run, Wu Jinshan had already pinned him against the closet. One hand locked his wrists above his head. That thick, terrifying cock was pressing up against the crack of his ass through the fabric.

“Holy shit, you pervert!” Chen Xiucheng howled.

Wu Jinshan held his wrists so tight they were already red. His whole chest, broad and hard, was crushed up against Chen Xiucheng’s back. His mouth pressed to the skin just behind Chen Xiucheng’s ear, breath hot and heavy, grinding his teeth as he growled,

“If I were really a pervert, you think I’d let you prance around in front of me this long?”

To Chen Xiucheng, Wu Jinshan was someone who made no sense at all. And worse than making no sense, he was full of twisted logic.

At first, when it was clear the two of them didn’t get along, they had both tried applying for a dorm change. But all the rooms were full. Without a special reason, no swaps were allowed.

Even if they could switch, no one wanted to room with either of them. Especially not with Wu Jinshan. The guy walked around with a scowl like a thundercloud and gave off a “stay the hell away from me” vibe from head to toe. He was sharp-tongued, cold, hard to please, and found fault with everything. When he wasn’t speaking, he gave off a chill that kept people at a distance.

He only really talked in two situations. One was in class, where he could handle professors and presentations with ease. The other was when he was fighting with Chen Xiucheng. That was the only time he turned into a silver-tongued machine gun, spitting out words like bullets.

“Can you stop crying already?” Wu Jinshan frowned at the sight of Chen Xiucheng and felt a headache coming on.

“I’m not crying!” Chen Xiucheng shot him a fierce glare, then clamped his mouth shut. The tears that had pooled in his eyes rolled around a few times before he forced them back.

He had a dry towel draped over his head as he sat in silence at the edge of the bed, drying his hair. Water slid from his trembling red lips, passed his moving throat, glided over his collarbones, and ran across his chest, still covered in mottled marks, before continuing down…

Wu Jinshan suddenly felt a pang of guilt. He turned away, pulled a tissue from the nightstand, and handed it over. Then he sat beside him quietly, thinking he should probably say something to smooth things over.

This required rational analysis. A logical breakdown of the situation.

“Think about it. What exactly did you lose?” Wu Jinshan looked serious, like he was about to deliver a formal academic presentation on some critical medical study.

“Your chastity?” he offered. “Were you planning to save your asshole for your future boyfriend? You’re not even gay, are you?”

“And besides, I didn’t make you bleed, right?”

When Chen Xiucheng looked up, ready to snap back, Wu Jinshan quickly continued,
“Judging by car accident injury standards, soft tissue trauma doesn’t count.”

“The soreness is just because you never exercise. What I gave you was a deep tissue massage. Think about it, don’t you feel sore after going to a massage place? You can’t blame the masseuse for that, can you?”

“And you clearly enjoyed it.”

“I enjoyed it?”

Chen Xiucheng was stunned. This had gone beyond nonsense.

“Of course you did. You were doing this, and this, and this.”

As he spoke, Wu Jinshan started reenacting the scene from last night, mimicking how Chen Xiucheng looked underneath him. He exaggerated every motion, spicing it up with dramatic gestures and over-the-top sound effects.

“Don’t tell me that wasn’t pleasure.”

Chen Xiucheng was stunned. He held back a laugh and forced himself to keep a straight face. It wasn’t that he believed a word of what Wu Jinshan said, he just nearly lost it from how absurd the whole act was.

“You watch a lot of porn, don’t you? Aren’t the women in those videos all like that when they’re enjoying it?” Wu Jinshan thought he had finally made his point and eagerly pressed on.

Chen Xiucheng narrowed his eyes. Something felt off.

“But I’m not a woman.”

Wu Jinshan’s face lit up, convinced he had finally hit the main point. He pulled out his phone and started tapping.

“I’ve watched plenty of gay porn too. The guys in those videos sound exactly the same. Don’t believe me? I’ll pull one up right now.”