Chapter 1 Taking a Bath October in B City, even though it was already October...
Even in October, B City was still as hot as an oven, making people sweat profusely and feel hot on their backs after walking outside for a while.
When Feng Xingyun returned to his dormitory after playing basketball, he saw his roommate as soon as he opened the door. The roommate looked over when he heard the door open. His dark eyes were sharp at the inner corners and upturned at the outer corners. His almond-shaped eyes were like those in a painting, extremely eye-catching.
Despite the weather, he wore a light gray shirt, the collar neatly buttoned to the top, and a green tie with silver patterns, exuding elegance and wealth, completely concealing his fair and prominent collarbone, appearing both gentle and ascetic.
Even knowing his inner hypocrisy, power-hungryness, and coldness, like old and rotten flowers and fruits, Feng Xingyun still couldn't resist gazing at his cold, jewel-like, and extremely beautiful exterior. He subconsciously stepped back against the door.
Liu Duanhe frowned as he looked at Feng Xingyun, who was covered in sweat. He was carrying a bag, and his basketball jersey revealed bulging muscles. The veins on his arms were winding, and his muscles were firm. He was radiating a vigorous heat. Just one look at him made Liu Duanhe feel hot.
He relaxed his brow and smiled gently. "Did you go play basketball again today?"
Before Liu Duanhe could offer his next reminder, Feng Xingyun interrupted, "I'm going to take a shower now."
Liu Duanhe's expression softened further. "Alright, go ahead."
Feng Xingyun didn't want to see the fake smile on his beautiful face, which was as fake as a mask, so she quickly found a change of clothes and went into the bathroom.
Liu Duanhe's expression slowly softened, and he lowered his eyes to continue looking at the questions. Only when no one was around would he retract that gentle demeanor that he had grown tired of but had become accustomed to.
Their dormitory faced the sun, and the morning sunlight gently shone down, casting a golden glow on his black, tousled hair. In the sunlight, his deep, handsome features became hazy and dreamlike. It was a pity that only one person could see this beautiful scene, and now no one was there to appreciate it.
The dormitory had poor soundproofing. Even with the door closed, the sound of water running in the bathroom could still be heard. Liu Duanhe sat at the table, reviewing his major courses while mentally simulating how far Feng Xingyun had progressed.
Ten minutes later, the rushing water stopped, followed by the rustling of clothes being put on. Liu Duanhe pondered and deduced formulas on paper based on theory.
"Click".
The bathroom door opened, and a refreshing minty steam filled the dormitory room. Feng Xingyun walked past him from behind.
Liu Duanhe capped the pen, neatly placed the black ballpoint pen into the pen holder, and tapped the wooden table with his slender, fair fingers, calling out to Feng Xingyun.
According to his observation, Feng Xingyun was the typical spoiled young master who wouldn't even pick up a fallen soy sauce bottle at home, so after he came out...
With a smile on his face, Liu Duanhe dutifully reminded, "Has the water on the bathroom floor been mopped?"
Although he felt that his attitude was already good enough, considering the young master's inexplicable temper, Liu Duanhe had to soften his tone every time he reminded him of something, to the point of speaking to his cousin's nephew.
Feng Xingyun's attention was drawn back by his smile, his gaze shifting from his slender, bony fingers to his face, his sharp eyebrows slightly raised.
It was the same old laugh, all the same, without the slightest variation.
He really hated Liu Duanhe's hypocritical attitude, his gentleness towards everyone, as if nothing could make him angry.
Even though Liu Duanhe already disliked him a lot, she could still smile and coax him into talking to him. She could even smile and dismiss the harassment from the guy next door who hadn't been pursued. Wasn't this just giving him hope and keeping him as a backup?
Feng Xingyun didn't answer. He put the things down without saying a word, went back to the bathroom, closed the door, and started cleaning up the water in the bathroom with a strange, inexplicable anger in his heart.
In fact, when he first saw Liu Duanhe in the dormitory, he was so amazed that he was stunned and his straight male sexual orientation was shaken.
It wasn't that he was blind or hadn't seen good-looking people; it was just that Liu Duanhe was far too handsome.
He had attended many extravagant banquets. Some of the more lively ones would invite celebrities and singers to liven things up. He had invited them for his cousin's birthday. She spent tens of millions to send a boy band known as the "God-like Faces" to perform. They were indeed handsome, and at the time, Feng Xingyun thought they were only slightly less handsome than himself.
However, compared to Liu Duanhe, everyone seems to have shortcomings. Their eyes are not bright enough, their noses are not straight enough, their mouths are too small, their noses are too big, their skin is too dull and not fair and shiny enough, and their lips are not rosy and beautiful enough. Everyone has a whole bunch of flaws.
The contrast between Liu Duanhe standing in the crowd is truly tragic; he is like a wild crane among chickens, standing out from the crowd.
Her skin was so white it seemed to glow, her eyes were as bright as stars, her thick, long black eyebrows resembled freehand ink strokes, her nose was straight and her lips were red and full, attracting the attention of countless admirers.
Feng Xingyun grew angrier the more he thought about it, and his face became increasingly cold. After cleaning the bathroom until it was reflective, he washed the mop and then went out and mopped the entire dormitory three times, until his face could be completely reflected in the tiles. Only then was Feng Xingyun satisfied and washed the mop again and put it back on the balcony.
Liu Duanhe sat in a chair, watching in surprise as he rushed out of the bathroom and began cleaning the dormitory without stopping. For some reason, even though she didn't really want to talk to him, she still praised him without reservation, "Although it's Zhao Hao's turn to clean tonight, you're absolutely amazing."
After taking a shower before his lunch break, he would mop the floor again, but the more times he mopped, the more comfortable Liu Duanhe felt.
He usually restrains himself and takes care of his roommates who don't have his obsession with cleanliness. Usually, the person assigned to clean the floor that day will mop it once at night, and he will clean it once before class in the morning, and then clean it again after taking a shower at noon.
He felt a rare sense of relief, thinking that although Feng Xingyun had many flaws, he was still obedient and could learn by analogy.
Liu Duanhe decided to raise Feng Xingyun's favorability towards him, which had plummeted to negative levels. Although Feng Xingyun always returned to the dormitory covered in sweat after playing ball or various sports, played games until one or two in the morning with his phone still on, and even unconsciously tossed and turned, his weight of over 100 pounds would cause their bed to shake, which Liu Duanhe, a light sleeper, could always feel, at least Feng Xingyun was self-aware.
He even washes his socks and underwear himself every day after showering, which can be considered quite clean, unlike his other two roommates who always try to save up a basin of laundry and only wash it after he can no longer bear it and reminds them.
Feng Xingyun hummed in agreement, flicked the mop, and checked it against the ceiling to make sure the dormitory manager's first impression of the balcony was that it was spotless.
As Liu Duanhe turned the page, it suddenly occurred to her: Had Feng Xingyun's ears turned red just now? Or was it just a problem caused by the sunlight shining from the balcony?
It took Feng Xingyun a while to come out from the balcony, sit back at the table, and begin to preview the afternoon's lessons.
His phone vibrated; it was a message from a friend on his basketball team.
[Wang Kong: You and Liu Duanhe still have to live in the dorm for at least another year, so it's best not to let your relationship become so strained. Besides, he's such a nice person with such a gentle temper. What exactly is going on between you two?]
Feng Xingyun was unmoved by the various praises and accolades bestowed upon Liu Duanhe by the school.
He scoffed and sent the message: [Feng Xingyun: He's a two-faced, smiling tiger. You're all blinded by his good looks.]
His friend was unhappy and quickly sent the next message: [Wang Kong: That's all personal prejudice. The internship I wanted was got through Liu Duanhe. We've only met a few times. How many people are as loyal as him?]
Feng Xingyun coldly replied with a "Heh."
[Wang Kong: To be honest, Captain, are you envious and jealous of the school heartthrob? After all, he's not only rich, handsome, and academically excellent, but he also has a ton of admirers—enough to form a division.]
He was speechless. Not only did he not want to be in a relationship, but he had never been in one before. Although he wasn't as good-looking as Liu Duanhe, he wasn't ugly either. He was the most handsome guy in high school and had no shortage of suitors. His family wasn't short of money either. What was there to envy or be jealous of?
He simply couldn't stand Liu Duanhe. Even though his first impression of him was good, he felt that he and this kind of shrewd person were incompatible. After all, he was a grumpy person who couldn't speak properly and hated the kind of situations where everyone was wearing a mask and only said things he didn't mean. He didn't say what he didn't like, so you couldn't argue back. It was like punching cotton, which was very annoying.
Liu Duanhe is one of the best among them.
[Feng Xingyun: Think whatever you want. I've learned something, don't bother me.]
Their dormitory is a four-person room with bunk beds and desks underneath. Since the two roommates only had one class in the morning, they went out to play together. The two roommates were not very close. Apart from being at home, Liu Duanhe did not have the habit of meeting up with others to eat together.
At 11:30, Liu Duanhe went to the school gate to pick up the lunch prepared by his nanny and delivered by his driver. After eating, he took his usual half-hour walk on the playground to digest his food before returning to his dormitory to shower and take a nap.
Even if time is tight, Liu Duanhe would rather skip lunch break than go straight to bed with the dust and bacteria from a day spent in public places, in contact with people, and in the air.
Fortunately, since it was the second period of the afternoon, he still had plenty of time.
When Liu Duanhe returned to the dormitory, Feng Xingyun was nowhere to be found.
He breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for the school's rule that students couldn't rent apartments before their junior year, Liu Duanhe wouldn't have had to suffer the hardship of living in a dormitory with his germaphobia. It would be better if no one was in the dorm.
He put his phone on the desk, washed his hands with hand sanitizer, then took out disposable bath towels and a change of clothes from the wardrobe, and put them in a laundry basket to separate them.
After carefully checking the items he needed, Liu Duanhe carried them into the bathroom and closed the door to take a shower.
Feng Xingyun had just gone to his class monitor's dormitory to hand in his materials. Because they were due to be submitted to the administration building soon and he was in a rush, he didn't even have time to eat before going to the print shop to print them out and submit them.
Because the dormitory was poorly soundproofed, Feng Xingyun heard the sound of running water as soon as he entered. He subconsciously looked towards the bathroom. Only Liu Duanhe in their dormitory had the habit of taking a shower at noon. Feng Xingyun did not have the habit of taking a nap. He glanced at the door and then looked away, sitting down at the table to play games.
The intense game music gradually blurred the sound of water. He was pushing the tower with his teammates. The base was reduced to a sliver of health. Before he could press the final auto-attack, a loud "bang!" suddenly came from the bathroom.
It sounded like someone falling down.
Feng Xingyun suddenly stood up, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Liu Duanhe, what's wrong?"
Faint cries of pain came from inside, but Liu Duanhe did not hear Feng Xingyun's question outside.
The blood flowing from his head trickled into the drain, and the dizziness and head injury caused by blood loss made him feel dazed and disoriented.
Feng Xingyun asked again, "Are you alright?"
Feng Xingyun still didn't get a response from Liu Duanhe, and his expression immediately changed. Given his meticulous nature, it was impossible for him not to respond if someone tried to talk to him.
He called him twice, and given the soundproofing of the school dormitory, it was absolutely impossible for him not to hear either of the two calls in the bathroom unless something unexpected happened.
He strode over and tried to open the door by turning the handle, but the lock wouldn't budge, and Liu Duanhe locked the door.
Without hesitation, Feng Xingyun took a step back and kicked out hard, making a loud noise, but he didn't care if the neighboring dormitory or the dormitory manager came knocking on his door.
The door swayed but didn't open. Feng Xingyun took another step back, and the door slammed shut with a loud bang. He could already hear someone in the hallway opening a door and asking, "Which brothers are fighting? The door's been banging on you like that?"
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When Song Xianian was ten years old, his parents were taken away in a car accident. His father was on top of his mother, and his mother was on top of him, which saved his young life. But from then on, he suffered from emotional disorder.
Because of the billions he inherited, relatives from both his parents' sides vied to raise him, but he didn't choose either of them and went to live with his parents' best friend.
She squatted by the door with her schoolbag on her back, waiting for him to open it.
Later, as he grew up, he entered a prestigious academy and studied hard to inherit the family business.
Then one day he woke up and realized that this world was actually an 18+ novel, full of melodrama, violence, and multiple partners. You could say that apart from the erotic scenes, there was basically no plot.
The protagonist is a specially admitted student from a poor family, a naive girl who is bullied because she can't stand the school's hierarchical system.
Song Xianian is the white moonlight of countless people in this school, known as the flower on a high mountain, the student council president at the top of the food chain, and also a passerby character in this novel.
The main characters, who were in the same social class as him but could not have him, eventually became perverted and forced themselves on the main character.
The scene where Song Xianian awakens is when he stumbles upon the protagonists' impending color bullying. They have already turned evil and have decided to join forces to pull him down from his pedestal and invite him to join their play.
In the half-drawn dressing room, the sounds of fists pounding against flesh were extremely clear in the quiet air. The main characters, either sitting on the sofa or standing in front of the main characters, were either the top or the bottom.
The attacker dragged the protagonist, who was covered in bruises, to Song Xianian, who was sitting leisurely on the sofa.
Her peach blossom eyes sparkled with laughter, yet her eyes were filled with gloom.
Raising an eyebrow with interest, he asked, "Want to come along?"
Song Xiannian couldn't help but smile and sigh. Although he wasn't a truly kind and virtuous person, these people in front of him were genuinely born pure.
Serious version:
Great indeed is the Qian Yuan, from which all things originate, and thus it governs the heavens.
In the early years of the People's Federation, a century after its founding, the power of Truth/Church grew daily, reaching its zenith. It controlled the Truth Research Institute and the Federal Library, and oversaw a three-tiered educational administration consisting of the University Council, the Truth Academy, and the Church Academy.
Knowledge was monopolized, and the channels for social mobility were almost frozen. Nearly 90% of those who entered school were actually members of the aristocratic class.
As the chairman of the Student Union of the Truth Academy, the adopted son of the Cardinal of Truth/Church, and the most promising prospective priest, Song Xiannian just wants to say, can you lustful bastards at least adhere to the Church's precepts of purity and fidelity? You are, after all, believers in name only, can't you just hold back and go home?
And why drag him down with us?
Song Xianian frowned in confusion. As the president of the student council, he really wanted to kill these unruly guys who violated school rules and regulations and church precepts.
Attacker's perspective:
Herseus initially adopted Song Xiannian simply because he was the child of two close friends despite their age difference. He patiently and responsibly raised Song Xiannian until his brilliance grew so dazzling that no one could help but stop and admire him.
His feelings had gone awry. The church's precepts and moral ethics caused him immense pain. Torn between his own desires, he fell into the abyss of evil, losing his rationality and tolerance. He envied everyone who could openly express their feelings to Song Xiannian, and morbidly and twistedly chewed on his love for Song Xiannian day and night.
He finally escaped, and then Herseus learned the original ending of this world. He cherished Song Xianian like a precious jewel and dared not offend or insult him. After Song Xianian volunteered to enter the closed research institute, he was drawn into an absurd and disgusting farce and became the plaything of that group of people.
Aloof and unattainable beauty with a sharp tongue and a rebellious nature (uke) Ă— Dark and twisted bishop who struggles and sinks into darkness (seme)
A chaotic battleground with two main characters, filled with melodramatic twists and turns.
The two characters are not registered on the same household registration because the male lead is unmarried and there is a nine-year age difference between them.
The world setting is not on Earth; please do not relate it to the story.
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