Chapter 1 Conflict

Chapter 1 Conflict

"Zhou Ming, are you fucking crazy? Are you a pervert?" Cheng Ge glared at Zhou Ming, his face flushing red and pale.

Zhou Ming hurriedly closed the laptop behind him, looking a bit awkward. "I... A Ge, let me explain."

Cheng Ge was furious and didn't want to hear any fucking explanation.

Thinking about what he had just seen, he felt his stomach churn, barely managing not to throw up the clay pot rice noodles from yesterday.

Cheng Ge was a jock, nearly 6'3" tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. His abs were so ripped you could write calligraphy on them, and he was a walking hormone bomb wherever he went.

Of course, he was well aware of himself—someone like him, a rare breed, was always the center of attention.

It was inevitable he'd accidentally steal some hearts, mostly from the ladies.

But reality always had a way of throwing curveballs. There were girls' hearts, sure, but even more from boys.

According to them, Cheng Ge's type was what they called... right, the "gay community's dream guy."

Cheng Ge wasn't into that; he only liked cute girls, but he couldn't escape the harassment from those little gay guys.

He was all for sexual freedom, and he didn't have anything against that group at first.

But after a blackout one time, when his ass got grabbed over twenty times, he finally learned to be scared.

Even an iron ass couldn't handle that...

After that incident, Cheng Ge got a little freaked out by that group.

And then, of all nights, on New Year's Eve, the bachelors in their dorm went to watch a show together.

One of his roommates confessed to him in public, but that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was that the guy bit him on the lips when he wasn't looking.

Holy shit, it even broke the skin!

His lips were meant for making out with a freshman girl, but instead, they got bitten by a man.

Cheng Ge felt dirty; the guy was trying to ruin him.

He kicked the guy right then and there and verbally tore into him for a full two minutes.

His words were colorful, his sentences elaborate, from economics to the humanities, history to science, spirit to flesh—every word hit the guy where it hurt.

It was a masterpiece of verbal and literary gymnastics, so much so that even a senior majoring in Chinese Literature couldn't stop praising him.

He almost had the vibe of ancient diplomats Zhang Yi and Su Qin.

Cheng Ge thought they were about to have a real back-and-forth.

But instead, the guy just stared at him with red-rimmed eyes, like a virgin whose first time was stolen by a player.

Cheng Ge had to admit he freaked out a little. He thought the guy would throw a punch, but instead he hit him with a guilt trip.

That was tough to deal with; nobody can handle someone staring at them like that for more than five minutes, except for those shameless, lovey-dovey couples.

At that moment, watching the guy walk away, Cheng Ge felt like he was the asshole.

In that moment, he thought he was truly going crazy.

He had felt a tiny bit guilty, but now that was completely gone.

Because this bastard had secretly written some smut. Fine, write if you want—everyone's got some dirty little secret, right?

It should have been a trivial matter, but the problem was that the main character in this smut was also named Cheng Ge.

Still, that wasn't a big deal; his name was common enough, so it could be a coincidence. But it still felt wrong.

He wouldn't have known about it if not for his buddy's girlfriend's best friend's boyfriend, who liked reading some weird stuff late at night.

This story had even made it to the recommended list, with a crazy number of clicks.

After getting passed around, it eventually ended up in Cheng Ge's hands.

"Bro, good shit, check it out."

Cheng Ge didn't think twice and opened it.

Great, he regretted it instantly, even grabbing his 8-inch fruit knife and heading to the guy's bed, looking like he had rabies.

Just as the knife tip was a hair's breadth from the guy's junk, the guy finally wiped that smirk off his face.

In the end, the guy compensated with a stash of thirty-two epic action flicks to barely soothe Cheng Ge's wounded soul.

But just as Cheng Ge thought it was over, on a cool, quiet night,

Beijing time, 3:25 AM...

Dorm 905 erupted with a sharp scream, so earth-shattering that if the school's foundation weren't solid, the building might have shaken.

Cheng Ge didn't hesitate and punched Zhou Ming right in the face.

Zhou Ming was small and thin, only going to class and staying in the dorm, never exercising. That punch from Cheng Ge hit hard.

He spun around three times before barely steadying himself, completely dazed. But before he could recover, a new wave of attacks rained down on him.

Unsurprisingly, it was a one-sided beating. Cheng Ge pinned Zhou Ming down with a series of combos.

"You fucking gay, you pervert, writing this disgusting crap and putting me in it—die!"

But Zhou Ming was stubborn, showing no sign of remorse. "What's the big deal with writing? It's not like you'll lose a piece of meat. I'll give you all the royalties."

As he spoke, his hands even landed on Cheng Ge's chest, squeezing hard twice.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Cheng Ge felt like he had been screwed over. He'd seen perverts, but never one so fully developed.

He was truly scared, rubbing his sore chest, bouncing up from the bed, backing away, and staring at Zhou Ming warily.

He grabbed his phone from the bedside. "Hello, police? I want to report someone spreading pornographic material..."

But before he could finish, a figure lunged at him.

Zhou Ming tackled Cheng Ge onto the bed, pressing down hard on the hand holding the phone. "A Ge, calm down, let me explain."

Cheng Ge was so furious his eyes turned red, and he kicked straight at his chest, "Let go of me, you pervert! Explain, my ass!"

Zhou Ming was kicked back several steps, his whole back slammed into the bed frame, feeling like his lungs and heart were about to explode.

Cheng Ge rolled off the bed and stood up, "Yes, XX University, Mingshan Campus, hurry up and send someone to take him away..."

As he spoke, he slipped into his limited-edition flip-flops and was about to leave the dorm. Seeing this, Zhou Ming finally panicked.

Without thinking twice, he rushed over to grab him back, "It's all a misunderstanding, just hang up the phone first."

Cheng Ge was too focused on the call to notice the person charging at him from behind, and got yanked hard by the force.

His foot slipped out of the flip-flop, losing his balance, and he fell straight to the side.

Zhou Ming instinctively reached out to grab him, "A Ge!"

The phone flew out of Cheng Ge's hand, his fingers clawing at the air a few times, and the back of his head slammed violently into the bed frame. The screen went black instantly.