Do Villains Have to Be Heartthrobs Too? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 12

“How can two men be in a relationship?”

Poor health is a taboo for any man. However, being criticized for it meant nothing to Xu Chi. After all, if you throw a brick into a crowd, you only hear the dogs bark. If it were not Yun Zhixue saying it, he would not even bother sparing a glance.

But it was Yun Zhixue. Although he did not understand why he cared so much about Yun Zhixue’s words, he did not associate it with liking someone, as Xu Chi was still a blockhead whose brain was filled with nothing but extreme sports like car racing, rock climbing, and diving. He remained oblivious to the concept of same-sex attraction and did not even know that two men could date.

Hearing Yun Zhixue’s innocent comment, Xu Chi forgot all about his nosebleed. He hurriedly lifted the hem of his T-shirt, revealing his firm, well-defined abdominal muscles to prove himself.

“Zhixue, Xiao Xue, look! I exercise every day and get a full physical exam every year. I am in perfect health. Even the doctor says I am the healthiest and most energetic person he has ever seen. I could be a medical specimen!”

As he spoke, he anxiously pressed Yun Zhixue’s hand against his stomach. He tensed his abs, making them feel like solid stone. He rushed to say, “Touch it and see! Are they hard? Not a single one of the eight packs is missing! My body fat percentage is only 13 percent! It is perfect!”

“I am really fine!”

Yun Zhixue was bombarded by this rapid-fire explanation. He stared blankly at the defined muscles before him, where beads of sweat slowly slid down the grooves of the muscle fibers, disappearing into the waistband of his pants, glimmering in the sunlight. He touched them; they were indeed hard, unlike his own soft body. It seemed his health was quite good.

Then, a drop of blood fell onto his wrist, like a spot on a pure white snowfield. Yun Zhixue looked up with wide eyes and saw Xu Chi staring at him anxiously, his nosebleed dripping down his chin and onto his collarbone, soaking his clothes. He was completely oblivious to it.

Yun Zhixue sighed, acting like a little adult. “Xu Chi, you cannot avoid seeking medical treatment when you are ill. I will help you keep it a secret.”

Xu Chi looked down, his mind screaming that he was finished. He could almost hear funeral music playing in the background.

At that exact moment, a teacher from the sophomore year walked out of the cafeteria after finishing lunch. He had just dialed his wife’s number, preparing for their usual sweet chat in the pavilion, when he saw a sight that made his eyes bulge: a person covered in blood—on their face and clothes. Which class did this student belong to?

He sprinted over at full speed, separating the two. Terrified himself, he shielded the “girl” behind him and looked ahead, seeing only blood-soaked clothes. When he looked up slightly, he saw a dazed face, as if the soul had left the body. Oh, so it was just a nosebleed.

A nosebleed! Under what circumstances would someone have a nosebleed? As men, did he not understand the implications?

He turned to check on the “girl,” who was also stained with a lot of blood. Her face was fair and clean, like a little snowman, and she even smiled at him, showing sweet little dimples. She was well-behaved and called out sweetly, “Hello, teacher.”

He was so charmed he almost lost his composure as a teacher. He adjusted his glasses, composed his expression, and asked with concern, “This student, are you alright? Do not worry, the teacher is here; he will not dare hurt you again.”

Yun Zhixue shook his head and explained earnestly, “Teacher, Xu Chi did not hurt me; rather, it is he whose health is uncomfortable. He has been having a nosebleed that just will not stop.”

The teacher turned back, half-convinced, to see Xu Chi still holding up his shirt with blood stains on his abs, standing there like a wooden statue. The scene was truly bizarre. He cleared his throat and said sternly, “Xu Chi, put your clothes down and clean off that blood. Mind your behavior between students; this is a campus.”

Xu Chi finally snapped out of his daze. He scrambled to pull down his shirt and wiped his face frantically, his earlobes red enough to bleed. He stole a glance at Yun Zhixue, who was looking at the teacher with clear eyes. Although his shirt was pulled down, the spots of blood on his collar were particularly striking—like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, glaring and suggestive.

The teacher turned to Yun Zhixue again. “Student, what class are you in? Do not worry, I will help you call your head teacher and ask for leave. Since you are a girl, getting blood all over your body requires cleaning.”

Yun Zhixue was used to this; he was mistaken for a girl yet again. He explained earnestly that he was a boy, not a girl, and that wearing a skirt was just a hobby.

At first, the teacher was full of disbelief, asking for his name and his head teacher. But when he heard the “little girl” say her name was Yun Zhixue, he remembered. This was the student who had donated two buildings to the school—the one from the senior class who was notorious for being a bully, followed by a group of lackeys, someone even the teachers avoided.

He looked up and down and could not figure out how such a “little girl” could be a bully, but he finally understood that it had been a misunderstanding. It was just two boys; what could happen? It was he who was too sordid.

His phone was still connected, and a woman’s voice amplified with deep concern: “Zhang Zheng! Are you okay? Say something!”

Zhang Zheng refocused. He instructed the two to clean themselves up and change clothes so as not to scare the other students, then went on his way.

Xu Chi’s nosebleed had stopped. He wanted to explain, his face full of unwillingness, and said seriously, “My health is really good, very good, extremely excellent.”

Yun Zhixue muttered “Mm-hm” repeatedly, saying he understood. He did not want to hurt Xu Chi’s feelings, but he had already concluded that Xu Chi was in poor health. Still, he was understanding, so he decided he would help Xu Chi hide it.

Because he believed Xu Chi was in poor health, the fear he had felt about Xu Chi bullying him faded somewhat.

Xu Chi kept rambling on, while Yun Zhixue listened with a frown, touching his soiled clothes. He lifted his little head and looked at Xu Chi with extreme sincerity. “You ruined another one of my skirts. You need to compensate me for two skirts now.”

Mist filled the air, and as the warm water cascaded down, the faint outline of a naked body could be seen against the tiles. Xu Chi was in a separate shower stall. Yun Zhixue’s cold, signature scent was drawn out by the hot water, trapped in the rising steam. It was as if the entire bathhouse had become fragrant.

The stalls were closed at the top but had a ventilation gap of about half a meter at the bottom. Xu Chi could see the snow-white calves looking like moonlight in the mist, with water trickling down from his calves to his ankles, his toes tinged with pink.

Yun Zhixue hummed an unknown tune in his ear. Whether it was the sound of the water or the melody, the tune was soft and milky, carrying an unconscious, spoiled quality. The singing and the water flowed into Xu Chi’s ears, leaving him feeling itchy and numb.

Xu Chi forced himself to look away, chanting inwardly: I am not a pervert. I am not a pervert. I am not a pervert. He did not like looking at a man’s feet and calves.

But as he chanted, his eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, uncontrollably falling on those calves. Especially the subtle curve of the calf flesh—he knew at a glance that Yun Zhixue did not exercise much, as he had only a thin, balanced layer of soft flesh covering the slender bones.

Xu Chi’s Adam’s apple rolled silently. I want to lick it. Anywhere.

He gripped his hand downward and cursed under his breath. Damn it! Am I really not a pervert? Could being a pervert be hereditary? He could not have been a normal person his whole life and suddenly turn into one, right? Maybe it was because the old man was a pervert, which was why his mother divorced him. He was just inheriting it; it was not his fault, he could not help it either.

After self-soothing, Xu Chi felt more relaxed, and he watched more openly—after all, it was not his intent.

Yun Zhixue hummed, squinting his eyes as he squeezed body wash and rubbed it on his body. The scent of the body wash and Yun Zhixue’s own natural fragrance intertwined, inseparable. The water hitting his body was particularly comfortable, washing away the bubbles and leaving Yun Zhixue lazy, not wanting to move, wanting to wash like this until the end of time.

Xu Chi felt like he was drilling wood to start a fire, yet he could not get a single spark. He felt desperate and did not want to care anymore. But the sawdust had already piled up; he was just missing one spark! He was trapped in a dilemma!

He felt desperate and irritably grabbed his wet hair, splashing water against the partition. He closed his eyes, trying to banish the chaotic images and scents from his brain, but that sliver of blindingly white calf and the soft, tuneless humming seemed to have taken root.

Even worse, the steam-filled stall became thick with Yun Zhixue’s fragrance, which drilled into his nostrils—it was lethal.

“Damn it,” he muttered, resignedly adding more force to his hand. He was burning up; the more anxious he got, the more strained he became. In his mind, he kept seeing Yun Zhixue’s wide-eyed, earnest, and worried face when he talked about not avoiding medical treatment, and then the spots of blood on his collar, the cool and soft sensation when he touched his abs. The chaotic thoughts were like a tangled mess that made him gasp for breath, which only made him more spirited, stubbornly asserting its existence.

His breathing grew heavy, sweat pouring down.

What sound is that? It sounds so familiar. Yun Zhixue was uncertain. Is it Xu Chi? Is Xu Chi under too much pressure? Yun Zhixue thought again of Xu Chi’s unstoppable nosebleeds. Xu Chi’s health was questionable; it was possible the stress was too much.

He sighed with emotion. It was surprising that Xu Chi, who looked tall and strong enough to fight a bull, was in such poor health. No wonder he always had a dark expression. However, he still did not understand why everyone would do this when they were stressed, especially since they could not finish it themselves and needed him to help with their hands or feet. He had no such worries about pressure at all. He looked at his own “little pink.”

No movement. He did not understand.

To give Xu Chi enough safe space, he sped up his shower, acting particularly understanding. “Xu Chi, it is okay. I am almost done washing.”

Xu Chi let out a muffled groan, his emotions even more agitated, his hand moving vigorously. He gasped, “Xiao Xue, call my name again.”

Yun Zhixue understood something. There was no shyness in his eyes. Instead, he felt even more moved; here was another person who, like his friends, needed his help. He had not expected that even after changing jobs, he would be doing the same old thing.

“Xu Chi.” Yun Zhixue’s voice came through the water mist, softened by the steam, like a feather brushing against an eardrum.

So obedient. Xu Chi’s eyes were bloodshot. Xu Chi, Xu Chi… it echoed in his mind. Why did his name sound so melodic and hooked when it came out of Yun Zhixue’s mouth? Blood rushed to his head, and his mind kept replaying that slightly undulating pink, like the peach blossoms on a branch in early spring—no, it was a flower bud. It was pink everywhere.

So soft, so fragrant, so pink.

It really is beautiful.

Yun Zhixue did not know what the person on the other side was imagining about him; he just felt he was truly amazing. The corners of his lips turned up, and he felt that everyone was right—if you have a skill, it will always be useful somewhere.

He happily sped up his bath to leave a safe space for Xu Chi.

But he did not expect that as soon as his words fell, a familiar scent drifted out. White foam splattered onto the ground, abundant, as if an entire bottle of body wash had been tipped over. Yun Zhixue frowned and held his breath. Stinky and still just as annoying. Using his senior experience, he lectured:

“Xu Chi, hurry up and clean up. This is a bathhouse, not your home; others need to shower too. You cannot leave a trace of such dirty things. You cannot be so lacking in public spirit.”

Xu Chi’s breath hitched, his voice as coarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

“Xiao Xue, say two more words.”

Back in his familiar domain, Yun Zhixue unconsciously assumed the posture of a little teacher, pursing his lips, puffing out his cheeks, and knitting his brows.

“No way. Your health is already bad; you cannot indulge in excessive desire.”

Xu Chi paused: “…” He was torn between laughter and tears.

“My health is really no problem! It is excellent!”

Xu Chi decided that he must go for a full medical check-up today, from head to toe, thoroughly and carefully, and then go hug Yun Zhixue and look at him bit by bit. Although he thought this, he still begged bitterly: “Xiao Xue, say one more thing.”

“Anything is fine.”

Qi Qian frowned as he heard the butler order the maid to buy a set of skirts to be delivered to Xu Chi’s school. He had never had much of an opinion regarding this younger brother; compared to biological brothers, they were more like strangers under the same roof.

After their parents divorced, one took their mother’s surname and was taken to Germany by her. The other stayed in China with their father. Qi Qian only found out what Xu Chi looked like a few days ago, when his mother sent him back to the country.

After spending just a few days together, he knew that Xu Chi was the type of person he detested. Especially since he had only been at school for a few days, and he heard the butler say:

He wanted skirts delivered to the school, specifically emphasizing that they should be expensive, beautiful, and comfortable.

He frowned, his brow forming a “川” shape. He had no expression, his voice cold.

“Delivering skirts to school? What has he been doing at school? He has not even been there for a few days and is already in a relationship? Dating is one thing; I do not care about holding hands. But he is ruining someone! He does not love himself, and now he is dragging a girl down with him? Does he know that high school is the most critical period of a person’s life? Just because he does not want to study does not mean the girl does not want to study and get into a good university.”

As he spoke, Qi Qian’s brows knit tighter and tighter. He threw down one sentence and left.

“Choose expensive and comfortable ones to send. By the way, put a note in there explaining the pros and cons in detail. It is best if the girl breaks up with him; if not, forget it. I will not say it a second time.”

The bag containing the skirt was delivered safely into Xu Chi’s hands.

Xu Chi looked at the words written on the note and heard the person say it was the young master who ordered it to be written this way. Every word implied he was a scumbag with no future, not worth entrusting. Xu Chi smiled grimly. You old man, you are in your thirties and you cannot stand the beautiful youth of young people, can you?

And besides, how can two men be in a relationship?

He just treated Yun Zhixue as a good friend? No, no, that is not intimate enough. A brother? That is not right either; brothers are meant to be tricked. A younger brother? Yes, that is it—a younger brother.

He did not want to hear the messenger’s nagging anymore and told him to leave. He turned and walked into the bathhouse. He was still wearing that T-shirt full of blood. Afraid of scaring people, he casually rinsed and rubbed it with water, washed away the blood, and put it back on to pick up the skirt at the entrance of the bathhouse.

He stood at the door of the stall where Yun Zhixue was, coughed twice with some embarrassment, and knocked on the door like a gentleman.

“Xiao Xue, the clothes are here. Crack the door open a bit, and I will pass them inside.”

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