After Becoming Arch-Enemies with My Best Bro - Chapter 29

Sensing Wen Huihan’s restlessness, He Chenshuang turned his head to glance at him and said nonchalantly, “If you can’t stand watching it, go rest first. I can watch it by myself.”

Who said I can’t stand it?

Wen Huihan bit his lip. “Less talk.”

He had promised He Chenshuang to accompany him, and he absolutely could not retreat now. Otherwise, where would his dignity go?

Relying on sheer willpower, Wen Huihan nailed himself to his chair, vowing to see who had more patience between him and He Chenshuang.

Fortunately, the gay anime they were watching now was a “pure love” story. The two male leads were both exceptionally handsome, and while they were eye-catching, the art style and plot weren’t bad either. It was much better than the “hot-blooded” R-rated film they had seen back at the hotel.

But there was still one major problem.

Why hadn’t anyone told him this was a campus romance? The two leads weren’t just high school classmates in the beginning, they were inseparable best friends.

When he saw the scenes of the two leads with their arms around each other’s shoulders, Wen Huihan’s vision blurred. He almost hallucinated himself and He Chenshuang.

In the past, whenever he was happy or wanted to tease He Chenshuang, he would throw himself onto the other man with all his might. Physical contact during play-fighting was perfectly normal, but could these pure love stories stop drawing it so ambiguously?

And what was with that doki doki sound effect? Could they change it to a gunfight sound effect? He felt that would be much more likely to get his blood pumping.

Wen Huihan closed his eyes. Forget it. It’s just sitting with a good brother watching another pair of good brothers fall in love. It’s not a big deal, and it doesn’t prove anything.

He had an impressive track record of binge-watching four gay series at triple speed in a single night. How could He Chenshuang possibly compete with him?

Wait, what was the plot of those series again?

Wen Huihan tried hard to recall, only to find that because he had watched them so fast, the memories had melted away like cream. He couldn’t even remember a single protagonist’s name.

Whatever.

Wen Huihan feigned composure. If He Chenshuang, a gay man, was watching so intently, he couldn’t lose.

He adopted the attitude he’d had while studying for the college entrance exams, staring fixedly at the computer screen as if trying to bore two holes into it.

Once you actually got into the story, everything else ceased to be an issue. Besides, the gradual progression of the plot was indeed quite captivating.

Wen Huihan was fully focused on studying the plot, unaware of when He Chenshuang had turned his head to watch him in silence.

A faint light flickered in those deep, dark eyes, as if trying to capture every one of Wen Huihan’s emotions. The face that usually seemed cold as frost gradually softened under the gaze.

One person was pretending to study the material, while the other had actually begun to appreciate the show.

In the anime, the two leads were pulling at each other’s heartstrings. Wen Huihan was deeply invested, his fists clenched tight.

When the leads finally confessed their feelings, his eyes widened slightly and he leaned forward.

When they held hands for the first time, he scratched his face and let out a soft intake of breath.

When they kissed for the first time, his mouth hung slightly open and his Adam’s apple bobbed. It was clear he wanted to run away. His long legs had nowhere to go, crossing and uncrossing repeatedly, held in place only by his refusal to admit defeat.

When the leads spent their first night together, the sheets were a mess in the dim room, and it was unclear who had taken the initiative to roll on top…

“Haha, I’m so thirsty! I, I’m going to the bathroom!”

Wen Huihan stood up abruptly. Without even looking at He Chenshuang, he shot out of the room like a cannonball.

He Chenshuang watched his fleeing back with a calm expression and pressed the pause button.

He sat for a while. Hearing no sound from the bathroom, he eventually stood up and went over to knock on the door.

“Are you okay?”

Wen Huihan didn’t answer. It remained quiet inside.

He Chenshuang remained patient.

“Finished drinking yet?”

“Mmph?”

He Chenshuang paused, then asked, “Are you having morning sickness in there?”

“Screw off! You’re the one with morning sickness.”

With a click, the door opened. Wen Huihan walked out looking perfectly normal, going to the sink to wash his hands as if he really had just used the restroom and simply couldn’t be bothered to respond to He Chenshuang.

He Chenshuang scanned his face, which had returned to normal, and a smile flickered in the depths of his eyes. “How come the teacher runs faster than the student?”

“I drank too much water.”

In reality, he had been standing inside to calm himself down.

Wen Huihan glared at He Chenshuang, feeling extremely unbalanced. Why was this guy’s reaction so muted?

It hadn’t been like this when he played that R-rated video at the hotel. Not even a Best Actor winner could act better than him, alternating between playing on his phone and wanting to order takeout. Wen Huihan had been completely fooled back then.

So this was the true face of a gay man. Seeing two guys kissing and going to bed didn’t even make him blink, making Wen Huihan look like he was overreacting to common sights.

It must be because he’d imagined it so many times in his head that he was already immune. Dastardly gay man.

Wen Huihan finished washing his hands. “Come on, let’s go back and finish it.”

He didn’t believe it. There was no way he could be worse than He Chenshuang.

“I’m done,” He Chenshuang said tonelessly. “It’s kind of boring.”

Wen Huihan turned to look at him. “Really? You’re not going to learn anymore?”

He Chenshuang: “No. I’m done learning.”

His interest really did come and go quickly. It would be nice if he felt the same way about him.

Wen Huihan glanced at He Chenshuang several times to confirm he really didn’t plan to watch anymore, then said, “Alright then. Let me know whenever you want to watch again.”

He returned to his seat, not knowing what to do for a moment. He picked up his phone to see if anyone had messaged him.

He was just looking for something to do, but he actually found something.

[Q: Are you and He Chenshuang really in that kind of relationship?]

Wen Huihan was startled. Who was this, asking such a pointed question?

There was only this one message on the chat interface, and there wasn’t even a contact nickname, meaning it wasn’t someone he knew well.

After thinking about it, he clicked on the person’s social feed and saw the pink hair he’d seen not long ago.

It was actually that famous “social butterfly” from the neighboring art academy.

Wen Huihan held his phone with a look of astonishment, having no idea he even had such a person in his contact list.

And what did Qi Run mean by that question? Had he noticed something? No, if he had really noticed, he wouldn’t be using such an uncertain tone.

Wen Huihan steadied himself and replied.

[whh: You are.]

He deliberately didn’t use a question mark, using a period instead to show his coolness and detachment.

[Q: I’m just one of your little fanboys!]

[whh: …]

[Q: Gege, are you really looking for a ‘0’?]

[whh: Pure misunderstanding.]

[Q: Ah, that’s a bit of a pity. I actually quite like you, mwah mwah.]

Wen Huihan: “…”

You gay guys really need to stop overstepping!

[Q: Just kidding. It’s Qi Run. I was just curious about the situation between you two.]

[Q: You two didn’t have ‘explosive stir-fry’ after going back, did you?]

Explosive stir-fry? Qi Run probably meant an explosive argument.

[whh: We didn’t fight.]

He felt that he and He Chenshuang would likely never have an actual fight over anything in this lifetime.

In all this time, the only meaningful argument they’d had was when he planned to move out, and even that didn’t really count because they were on completely different wavelengths. They couldn’t even manage a proper argument.

Luckily they were on different wavelengths, otherwise he wouldn’t have known how to bluff his way through.

[Q: Okay, you didn’t get my meaning. I meant that kind of explosive stir-fry.]

Wen Huihan really didn’t understand, but once Qi Run explained it, he understood instantly.

He hated that his memory decided to function at this moment. The anime he had just watched immediately flashed through his mind.

With a forehead full of black lines, Wen Huihan replied “No” followed by several exclamation marks, which earned him a long string of “hahaha”s from Qi Run.

Perhaps because he was getting used to it, Wen Huihan felt that none of the gay men he encountered spoke subtly. His acceptance level for these things was skyrocketing. He only needed a moment to calm down.

Incidentally, he also found out why he had added Qi Run to his contacts.

As it turned out, the bracelet he had picked up back then was Qi Run’s lost item. It was just that Qi Run didn’t have a hobby for dyeing his hair back then, so he didn’t have such distinct, easily recognizable features.

[Q: That bracelet was quite important to me, so I’ve always wanted to thank you, but I didn’t have a chance to get in touch. I just happened to see your post a few days ago, so I left a comment.]

[Q: The person in your post was He Chenshuang, right? After comparing, it really seemed like him. Don’t worry, I’m not looking for a ‘1,’ I have a boyfriend now. And I can tell there’s something not quite right between you two.]

Wen Huihan: “…”

Can I go beat up He Chenshuang? He didn’t think He Chenshuang had been particularly obvious. Why did it seem like the whole world was about to find out?

Or did all gay men have “gay-dar” that allowed them to accurately identify their own kind? Then why didn’t it work for He Chenshuang?

[whh: How did you find out?]

[Q: Do I even need to ‘find out’? The way he looks at you, it’s like he’s stripping you naked!]

[Q: Confinement, water-play, height-control, lactation, sumata, creampie-in-front-of-a-mirror—he’s run through the whole list in his head!]

Wen Huihan: “…”

He fell into a total silence. He really felt the illusion of being stripped bare and standing in the sunlight.

And what on earth was that long list at the end?

Actually, what gay men said sometimes made sense. Vincent had hinted more than once that the way He Chenshuang looked at him was off, but he hadn’t cared back then… Could it be true?

Wen Huihan quietly turned his head, wanting to see what He Chenshuang was doing.

After He Chenshuang said he was done with the anime, he had closed the webpage. He looked like he was researching information, one hand propping up his chin while the other scrolled the mouse casually.

As long as he didn’t open his mouth or sweep that “looking at a dog” gaze over him, he really was a rare handsome guy.

“He Chenshuang.”

Wen Huihan suddenly called his name.

He Chenshuang looked over, his expression perfectly natural. “What is it?”

Wen Huihan stared into his eyes, trying to find a single trace of something “off.”

If everyone else could see it, why couldn’t he? Just because he wasn’t gay?

He Chenshuang’s eyes were deep, carrying a faint coolness as if shrouded in an icy mist. He met Wen Huihan’s gaze calmly, yet a hint of a smile appeared the moment he looked over.

But perhaps because they stared for a little too long, a layer of confusion gradually surfaced in his eyes.

“Are you hungry?”

Wen Huihan didn’t answer. He lied through his teeth. “Don’t change the subject. I see ‘censorship mosaics’ in your eyes.”

“Oh?” He Chenshuang arched an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued. “What kind of mosaics?”

Wen Huihan read out the content Qi Run had sent: “Confinement, water-play, height-control, lactation, sumata, in…”

“Alright, I get it.”

He Chenshuang closed his eyes, appearing to have a slight headache, yet also looking like he wanted to laugh out of frustration.

“You’re talking nonsense because you’re hungry. Come on, let’s go out and eat.”

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