WFY 3

They say hindsight is priceless.

But Xu Ran still found himself fantasizing. If only he had known Pan Hao was this kind of pervert, he would have never messed with him in the first place.

When Pan Hao finally let him down from the railing, Xu Ran’s brain was still in a daze. He kept replaying that one line in his head—“I requested it.”

But damn it, he couldn’t find any reason for it other than wanting to kill him!

The bastard really had patience. Didn’t say a damn word, just silently applied to be assigned to the same dorm room. With so much time ahead, Xu Ran was convinced Pan Hao could think up a hundred ways to kill him. Probably more than the number of instant noodles Xu Ran had ever tried.

Plus, when they first entered the dorm, it was clear Pan Hao was pretending. Damn, his acting skills weren’t bad.

But whether or not he could act wasn’t the point. Xu Ran was the one getting screwed. Fuck him.

Xu Ran was starting to feel that being a lone wolf was a bad deal. Back in high school, he used to roll with a whole squad of brothers. Every time they walked through the halls, they owned the place.

So he started cozying up to the guys in the dorm next door. He even checked how well the walls muffled sound, just to make sure if Pan Hao ever started torturing him, someone next door would hear his screams.

Why was he doing all this?

Because the other two guys assigned to their dorm still hadn’t shown up.

He double-checked the other two beds. The name tags were definitely there. That gave Xu Ran a sliver of hope. Maybe they were just delayed or something.

“Hey, Pan Hao, how come the other two still haven’t shown up?” He finally couldn’t hold back and asked.

Pan Hao was gaming and didn’t even look back. “No idea. Fuck off. Don’t bother me.”

Xu Ran sighed and climbed onto his bed. Classes were starting in a couple of days. He had no real interest in games anyway. Honestly, the main reason was that his computer’s CPU was so ancient it couldn’t run anything that needed actual specs.

Once he was in bed, Xu Ran started getting bored. No games to play, so what was left? He might as well watch Pan Hao play.

“Hahaha your teammate is dumb as fuck.”

“Shit. Shit, Pan Hao, behind you, behind you. Look.”

“Kill him. Kill him. Holy shit this is intense.”

Xu Ran gripped the railing on his bed, eyes locked on Pan Hao’s screen like he was the one playing. After a minute of nonstop chatter, Pan Hao finally snapped and yelled, “Will you shut the fuck up already? Keep yelling and I’ll throw you out the window.”

Xu Ran backed off. Pan Hao slammed on his headset, completely cutting himself off from the outside world and dumping all his rage into the game.

By the time he took the headset off, the silence in the room felt weird. Without all the sound effects from the game, the dorm felt way too quiet.

Was that little brat asleep?

Pan Hao stood up and looked toward Xu Ran’s bed. The blanket was messy, and the guy wasn’t there.

None of his damn business.

Pan Hao walked into the bathroom. One good thing about the newly built dorms was the attached bathroom. Now that brat wouldn’t have to strut his naked ass into the communal bathhouse and traumatize people anymore.

Whatever. Not his damn problem.

After brushing his teeth, Pan Hao came back out, too lazy to wonder where Xu Ran went. He kicked off his slippers and got into bed. Just as he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, he vaguely heard loud, happy laughter coming from the dorm next door.

So the brat went over to visit.

Pan Hao didn’t care. He turned over and tried to sleep. But every time he was about to drift off, he’d hear Xu Ran over there slapping the table, throwing down cards, and then shouting like a lunatic. After that, he’d burst into laughter like some smug little fox who just got away with something.

After a few rounds of this, Pan Hao’s brow was so tightly knit it could crush a fly. It wasn’t even that late yet. For a bunch of guys with way too much energy, anything before lights out was still fair game for messing around.

Pan Hao got out of bed with a dark expression, moved quickly to the door, and headed straight for the dorm next door. The moment he pushed the door open, he was greeted by a lively scene. A few guys were sitting cross-legged on the floor, each holding a hand of cards. Xu Ran looked the most excited, slapping down his final two cards.

“Joker. And a seven. Hahahaha pay up, pay up.”

The other two, clearly not thrilled, transferred money to him using their phones. Xu Ran grinned so wide he practically turned into a sunflower. Then he looked up and saw Pan Hao standing in the doorway. His cheerful expression vanished in an instant.

The switch in expression was so fast it caught everyone off guard, except Pan Hao, who saw the whole thing. He cursed to himself, wondering what the hell was with that deadpan face every time Xu Ran saw him. Was this brat just asking to be taught a lesson?

The others noticed Pan Hao too. One of them asked, “You in or not? Five bucks a round.”

Pan Hao gave a cold laugh, though his eyes stayed locked on Xu Ran.

“Broke-ass bitch playing fucking cards.”

The hell was that supposed to mean…

Even Xu Ran couldn’t let that one slide. He stood up and said, “If you’re so damn rich, then what the fuck are you doing here? Why don’t you go jump into the sky with a spin or two while you’re at it?”

Pan Hao said nothing. He walked straight up to Xu Ran. The moment he got close, Xu Ran instinctively backed off.

“What the hell are you doing?”

The rest of the guys stood up too, still not quite understanding what was happening. Only when Pan Hao grabbed Xu Ran by the collar and dragged him out of the room did they finally catch on. Oh right, these two had beef.

Xu Ran looked furious. Damn it, these so-called card buddies were useless. Were they all blind? Did they not see someone barging in and dragging him away like that? Sure, the guy was his roommate, but seriously, couldn’t he talk like a normal human?

Dragging seemed to be his thing now.

“Pan Hao. Put me the fuck down.”

Back in their dorm, Pan Hao still had his arm raised. Xu Ran might have been average in height and weight, but in that guy’s grip he looked like a damn chicken. One flap and he could scatter feathers all over the place.

Shit, what kind of messed up metaphor was that?

His eyes landed on Pan Hao’s arm. Solid, strong, not overly bulky like some gym freak. The biceps stood out clearly. Xu Ran couldn’t help sneaking a few glances, and even caught sight of the guy’s chest through his tank top.

His build was hot as hell.

But what the hell did that have to do with him?

“You done yet?” Xu Ran’s collar was cutting into his neck, so he tugged at it and shouted, “I wasn’t even bothering you. Weren’t you playing your game?”

Good thing this T-shirt was decent quality. Even after all that yanking, it hadn’t ripped. Pan Hao pulled him closer, voice low and threatening.

“You call that not bothering me? You were so loud the dead were probably pounding on their coffins. Can you shut the fuck up for once?”

Xu Ran let out a smug little sound. His face looked so irritating it made people want to punch it, but somehow it was too pretty to actually hit. Pan Hao swore under his breath. Damn face fetish.

“So it was you pounding on the coffin then.” Xu Ran completely missed the point. “Fine, fine, I’ll shut up. Just let me down already. I’m about to suffocate.” He even rolled his eyes dramatically while saying it.

Pan Hao flung him aside and climbed back into bed. Without looking back, he tossed out one last line.

“Open your mouth again and I’ll knock your teeth out.”

Xu Ran shivered. That line again.

It brought back vivid memories of being pinned to the hallway railing.

He crept quietly to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, washed his feet, and came back. While climbing into bed, he slipped and let out a loud “Shit… fuck… ow…” followed by a long groan.

Even after getting in bed, he couldn’t stay still and kept squirming until a pillow smacked him in the face. That finally shut him up.