Chapter 1 Don't move, you have a fever

[ABO novel with two male leads, a typical "dog-dog" story where rivals fight off-screen but end up in bed, a classic happy ending.]

[Xie Xingchen x Lin Yao, a refined scoundrel x a cold and aloof bottom. The author's fantasies are a bit perverse, and he couldn't resist writing this for fun.]

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The weather at the end of August was terribly muggy, and the cicadas' chirping was heart-wrenching and incessant in the branches.

It's so hot.

Lin Yao's eyes were slightly closed, his back already soaked with a thin layer of sweat. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, and a button was roughly popped off.

In public, his utterly vile desires were surging forth.

"Didn't the vulnerable period just end?" he gasped.

Long, slender fingers pressed against his wrist; his body temperature was abnormally high, as if endless fire was burning from his veins.

My throat is dry.

My throat is itchy.

I'm so agitated.

think……

"Student, may I interview you? What are your expectations for university life?" A reporter suddenly appeared out of nowhere and shoved a microphone in front of his mouth.

Lin Yao stepped back, creating distance between them, without uttering a word.

The long silence, the reporter thought to himself, is really cool.

The boy before me had a high, straight nose and clear, handsome features. Perhaps even the sunlight favored beauty, casting a soft, half-light and half-shadow on his face, making him seem like a god who controlled beauty.

His expression was so cold that even the strands of his hair seemed to say "keep away."

The reporter chuckled awkwardly, "Just a quick chat. So, are you planning to join any clubs? Shooting, fighting, or...?"

Lin Yao suppressed his unbearable discomfort, raised his hand and tapped his throat, afraid that speaking would only reveal his unbearable pain.

The reporter asked uncertainly, "Is he...is he mute and can't speak?"

Lin Yao remained expressionless: "Hmm."

The other person showed a sympathetic expression: "Being hard of hearing and mute, you must have suffered a lot to get into Chongqing."

Lin Yao: "...Hmm."

The reporter nodded, understanding. A gambling father, a sick mother, a younger sister in school—he was broken... and felt compassion.

A scream came from not far away. Lin Yao looked in the direction of the sound and saw a mechanical bow shooting out and hitting the bullseye of the moving target, which was met with cheers.

Immediately afterwards, one arrow after another was released from the bowstring.

Ten rings.

Ten rings.

Ten rings.

The bullseye moves so fast that it's difficult to catch with the naked eye; it's extremely difficult, yet there are no exceptions.

"Ahhhhh, brother, you've shot my heart!"

"Damn, are the freshmen this curled up like this already?"

"Which department does this handsome guy belong to? Is it too late to change your application?"

The surroundings were noisy, but in the center of the crowd, the boy stood tall and straight, his long fingers gripping the mechanical bow, turning it around and playing with it.

He glanced at the newly broken shooting record on the electronic version: "The predecessors in Chongqing weren't all that great."

Lin Yao's gaze grew cold.

Even if you shave his head bald and turn him to ashes, you'd still recognize him.

You bastard.

Didn't they say that if you fill in National Chengchi University as your college application, you'll never see it again? Now you're running 80 kilometers to come here and make your presence known, you must have a lot of free time.

The reporter next to him was quickly lured away by another handsome man, who grabbed the camera and rushed over there, afraid of missing any good footage.

Xie Xingchen was clearly a great interviewee. He was good-looking, spoke slowly and deliberately, had a slight smile, and a dignified demeanor, making him seem very approachable.

...He's incredibly pretentious and deserves a beating.

The two had too many grudges from high school. If Lin Yao stared at this person for more than three seconds, he would want to pin him to the ground and beat him up to dampen his spirits.

He dragged his suitcase over, took the bow handed to him by a volunteer from the club, and, at the other person's voice, "Hey classmate, want to try the charm of archery?", stood still, drew the bow, tightened the string, and shot an arrow.

Ten rings.

Ten rings.

Ten rings.

...

If you rewind and replay the video, the route is exactly the same and precise.

What's even more astonishing is that the arrow, once released, cleanly pierced the remaining arrow on the target, splitting it in two before firmly embedding itself in the bullseye.

"Aaaaaaah, holy crap, steel can be broken? That's so cool!!! Incredibly cool!!!"

The onlookers were screaming and going crazy.

"Impressive." Xie Xingchen praised without reservation.

Lin Yao released the bow and felt the gaze directed at him, which felt tangible and intensely hot.

My body felt like it was on fire, the temperature soared, and an unbearable desire was rising.

The sweltering wind, like a lover's hand, caressed my cheek.

Xie Xingchen was humiliated by the broken record, but he wasn't angry. He looked down at the reddened collar and said, "Lin, what a coincidence."

Lin Yao looked at the broken and fallen arrows scattered on the ground and uttered lightly, "A defeated opponent."

Xie Xingchen smiled and said, "It's alright. It's not shameful to be your defeated opponent."

What brings you to Chongqing?

"Look at you, I miss you."

Lin Yao was most annoyed by his feigned frivolous intimacy, and it hadn't changed in the past three years.

The reporter, who was watching the scene, widened his eyes, then suddenly realized: "Weren't you mute just now? You can talk now."

Lin Yao: "......"

If we forget about this, how can we cover it up?

Xie Xingchen defused the situation: "He has intermittent aphasia, which is very difficult to treat. He can't speak when he's nervous, isn't that kind of cute?"

Lin Yao's gaze was like a knife: "....."

Your level of humiliation has improved remarkably over the summer.

His phone vibrated, and he turned to the side to answer it.

The voice on the other end of the phone yelled, "Brother Yao, it's all over! Your enemy has also gotten into Chongqing! I just saw his live photos in the gossip group, he's so damn handsome... Ah, what a pathetic jerk!"

Lin Yao looked up and saw a figure not far away: "I've seen him. He didn't go to National Chengchi University?"

"Hmm... I'm also curious why the eldest son of a family involved in politics suddenly changed his college application. But, have you seen him? Was he at his dorm?"

"No, what does it have to do with the dorm?"

"It's alright, I...I'll be there later..." the other person said with an embarrassed smile. "If you run into him, go easy on me, I'm afraid I'll get covered in blood."

Lin Yao calmly replied, "Okay, I understand."

At this moment, Xie Xingchen was looking in his direction, a slight smile on his lips, seemingly amused by something.

Lin Yao hung up the phone, dragged his luggage and walked in the opposite direction. In the distance, he heard a reporter ask, "What's your relationship with that handsome mute guy from earlier? They seem to know each other."

His steps faltered slightly.

After Xie Xingchen paused for a few seconds, he said in a very tantalizing way, "The two of us... have a complicated and poignant relationship."

Lin Yao: "..."

A stupid idiot who's bad at Chinese and makes a fool of himself.

A few drops of rain fell sporadically through the sweltering clouds, but they couldn't quench the heat in his body. He had something more important to do: take a cold shower to cool down. So he quickened his pace.

He arrived first, and the four-person dormitory was empty.

Lin Yao casually took off his clothes, grabbed a toiletries bag from his suitcase, hurriedly went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and was drenched in icy water like a downpour.

The whole process didn't seem to alleviate the heat at all.

Lin Yao raised his hand to wipe his face and heard the sound of a door opening outside.

"Hi new roommate." Through the sound of water, I could vaguely hear someone greeting me, but I couldn't hear clearly.

Lin Yao rinsed for a while longer before turning off the water. He went out, still wet, and grabbed a towel to dry himself. But then he realized that he had left in such a hurry that he hadn't taken any clothes with him.

Since we're all Alphas, there will probably be group showers during training sessions in the future, so there's nothing to hide.

He simply wrapped a towel around himself and opened the bathroom door in the damp, misty air.

Fix your gaze.

Xie Xingchen was leaning against the desk, propping his long legs up, lazily scrolling through his phone screen. Hearing the noise, he looked up.

The steam in the bathroom was blown away by the wind, revealing that beautiful yet indifferent face.

Smooth, thin skin covered his entire body evenly. He was tall and slender with long limbs. His narrow waist was tucked into the towel that barely concealed his waist. His V-line undulated slightly with his breath, revealing an untamed and alluring strength.

"Lin, this is quite a coincidence." Xie Xingchen said in a hoarse voice.

Perhaps it was because the water temperature was too high, but the exposed skin on the other person was tinged with varying shades of red, as if someone had done something cruel to him and left indelible marks.

Xie Xingchen's gaze darkened slightly.

"What are you doing here?" Lin Yao approached and looked down at him.

Xie Xingchen bent his long legs slightly and raised his chin slightly, noticing the mole on the other person's nose, which was covered with water droplets, about to fall but not quite.

"I'm asking you a question," Lin Yao said coldly.

Xie Xingchen stared intently, seemingly lost in thought: "Looks like we're roommates."

"No way," Lin Yao refused.

"I respect the school's arrangements," Xie Xingchen said gently. "Besides, with our relationship, wouldn't it be exciting to be together every day?"

Exciting, the universe could explode at any moment.

Lin Yao couldn't imagine living with him day and night, so he reluctantly gave in: "If you don't move, I'll change dorms."

"Do you hate me that much?"

Xie Xingchen spoke slowly, his attention completely drawn to the drop of water, which wobbled as it fell from the tip of his nose onto his chest and slowly slid down toward his abs.

The towel around his waist had become loose, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to help tidy it up, but Lin Yao reacted faster and slapped his outstretched hand away.

The two moved a bit too much, and the bath towels completely unfurled and fell down, piling up around their ankles.

“You…” Lin Yao was completely naked.

Xie Xingchen lightly brushed her wrist, and his gaze became heavy. A few seconds later, his fingers wrapped around her again.

Lin Yao rotated his wrist, and the other party tightened his grip forcefully.

It was just like their first fierce fight, only now... closer, skin to skin, breaths mingling.

The restlessness that had just been suppressed returned, spreading rapidly through my veins and causing a thin layer of sweat to break out.

Lin Yao frowned and struggled, panting heavily: "Let go, are you sick?"

Xie Xingchen straightened up, his gaze slowly burning over every inch of Xie Xingchen's naked body, his eyes becoming scorching hot.

This time, they used force, forcefully pulling the person back between their half-open legs.

"Don't move."

You have a fever.