My Romance With The Cold-Blooded Heartthrob - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

At the beginning of September, a dense crowd swarmed the entrance of Jingbei University. Anxious-looking freshmen carrying luggage stepped into a new starting point in their lives.

Wen Shu lazily held up a fan to block the sunlight filtering through, his other fair hand irritably tugging at his shoulder-length hair. Because of the scorching weather, his exposed skin was flushed red, looking like warm, moist jade.

Originally, he hadn’t wanted to come today, but since the Student Union required at least one person from the team to assist with orientation, he had to wait here early in the morning to receive freshmen and help them get familiar with the campus.

Xia Yang ran over hurriedly holding a rubber band. Wen Shu, quickly tie it up. I borrowed this from the neighboring major

Wen Shu’s eyes lit up. Holding the rubber band like a precious treasure, he said.  Even though it’s pink, I’m not pick.

In a few swift motions, he tied his hair into a half-ponytail and let out a long sigh of relief. “Finally comfortable.”

Seeing his relaxed state, Xia Yang couldn’t help but ask, Why did you grow your hair out in the middle of summer?.

Wen Shu fanned himself. The breeze lifted his bangs, revealing exquisite features as he replied, I wanted to cut it, but Jiang Jue said the street dance after military training would look better with long hair.

As soon as summer break started, the weather was so hot he was too lazy to go out, so his hair just grew. He wanted to cut it as soon as he returned to school, but then he ran into the military training performance. Jiang Jue insisted he keep it, saying the styling would definitely create the right atmosphere for the dance, so he had to leave it.

Because he usually had to balance activities with the debate team, he rarely appeared in the street dance team. Jiang Jue handled most things, so he couldn’t easily refuse a small request like keeping a certain hairstyle.

He raised an eyebrow, half-lifting his bangs, and asked somewhat doubtfully, They said it looks cooler this way.

Xia Yang turned his head and said, Give me a smile.

Wen Shu obediently followed suit, pulling up a smile.

The sunlight happened to spill across his face. When he smiled, his eyes curved into crescent moons. Paired with his white sleeveless top, his drooping puppy eyes also curved obediently. He looked just like a fluffy white Samoyed.

Xia Yang covered his heart. Actually, don’t smile. It’s a bit too cute; it won’t be cool with the street dance.

What do you mean Wen Shu drawled his voice, picked up his phone to continue watching a dance tutorial video, and started moving along with it.

Hey, I’m telling you, you’re not just the vice-captain of the street dance team; you’re also the vice-captain of our debate team. Don’t favor one over the other.

“I know.” Wen Shu pulled a thick stack of papers from his backpack and patted them. I’ve done my homework. I’ve already prepared the debate topics.

Xia Yang picked them up in surprise. Not bad, this homework is quite detailed.

Of course. Wen Shu lifted his head proudly. Even Sister Fei said it was good.

He, Xia Yang, and Lin Fei were the captains of the university debate team. The three of them had played matches frequently since their freshman year, though in group assignments, he was always pitted against them a relationship of mutual love and killing. This year, they had become the captains leading the members.

It was exactly noon. Fewer people arrived at midday, and the two waited for a long time without seeing any freshmen.

Excuse me, is this the Chinese Department? a soft voice asked.

Wen Shu looked up to see a girl pulling two large suitcases and carrying a bag. He nodded quickly. Just as he was about to go over to help, Xia Yang reached out to take the luggage and said, “I’ll take you there, Junior. Which dormitory are you in?”

Xia Yang handed the sign-in sheet to Wen Shu. “You rest for a bit. I’ll come back to relieve you in a while. There should be fewer people at noon.”

After waiting for a bit, Wen Shu couldn’t resist the sleepiness and collapsed onto the table. Irritated by the sunlight, he picked up a piece of paper from the side and covered his face with it.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when he smelled a strong scent of cigarettes. He couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose. His voice, still a bit dazed from just waking up, muttered, Who is it? Smoking so much.

It’s my classmate, sorry. A deep voice paused, then continued, Excuse me, how do I get to the Economics and Management dorms?

Wen Shu was startled and sat up straight. The paper was still stuck to his face. He hurriedly pulled it off, but because it had been stuck there for a while, it left a faint red mark. He covered half his face in embarrassment. Economics and Management? Your orientation point should be over.

He looked over; the Economics and Management point was empty. Not a single person was there. Most likely, they had gone to eat lunch.

Checking his phone, Xia Yang had sent a message: Lunch break time is here. Knowing your temperament as a lone wolf, I won’t go looking for you.

Sorry, Senior, how about you just tell me the direction and I’ll find it myself? Wen Shu looked up and finally took a serious look at the junior in front of him.

Broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a towering stature he looked at least 1.9 meters tall. His mixed-race-looking silhouette added a touch of “wicked” handsomeness. His golden hair looked glossy in the sun.

Although the words sounded polite, the tone carried a hint of “taking things for granted.” His short sleeves couldn’t hide the cluster of tattoos on his body—on his neck and wrists were all kinds of tattoos. Combined with his powerful physique, standing there looking down at Wen Shu, he gave off a sense of oppression and heavy hostility.

Wen Shu stood up and thought for a moment. Let’s go. I’ll walk with you for a bit. I happen to be going to the cafeteria.

As he got closer to this junior, he smelled cigarette smoke mixed with alcohol. He couldn’t help but move a bit further away. This way.

He couldn’t help but think to himself: although the junior’s looks suggested he was a “player,” it was quite rare to see someone go drinking the day before school starts.

Neither spoke along the way until they reached the point of parting. Only then did he notice the junior was only carrying a single backpack, but he didn’t mind. He pointed at the fork in the road. “I’m going this way. You go forward, keep turning left, and then turn right; you should be there.”

Senior? Just as Wen Shu turned to leave, the other spoke and reached out a hand. My name is Pei Xian. What is Senior’s name?

Because of the heat and Wen Shu’s low tolerance for it, he had wiped his sweat several times. He was still clutching a tissue, and his face was flushed red from the sun.

Wen Shu freed his hand and gave a quick tap. Wen Shu.

After just that one touch, Wen Shu suspected he was an athlete. His hands were incredibly rough and huge—at least twice the size of his own.

Pei Xian nodded. He was about to speak, but then he moved to the side, blocking the sun. Wen Shu felt a total shadow envelop him, covering him completely without leaving a single patch of skin exposed. Then he heard Pei Xian ask somewhat forcefully, “As a thank you, let me treat Senior to a meal.”

Wen Shu shook his head. No need. I didn’t even walk you to the dormitory door. It was just on the way.

No reward without merit. Let alone eating with this junior he’d just met, he hadn’t even eaten with Xia Yang and the others lately.

“Then, let me throw away that trash for Senior. Following his gaze, Wen Shu looked at the tissue he had crumpled into a mess. As soon as his hand opened, it was taken away.

Pei Xian shouldered his bag. Then that’s that. Goodbye, Senior. After speaking, he walked away without looking back.

Wen Shu watched his back, unable to react before the tissue was snatched away. “Can’t tell, but he’s quite warm-hearted.

Pei Xian walked quickly for a while before turning back. The senior at the fork was already gone. He looked down at the trash can nearby, gripped the tissue, and couldn’t help but sniff it.

He froze for a moment, then quickly threw it into the trash can. Because he didn’t control his strength, his palm and the trash can collided with a loud bang. The tissue also slipped and fell on the ground.

Pei Xian pulled out a cigarette pack. Amidst the scattered sparks, the cigarette pack followed into the trash can. Half a pack of cigarettes had already been smoked dry. Only after a long while did he leave.

Inside an office, a man frowned as he looked at Pei Xian. Why do you smell like smoke again? Just how much did you smoke? Do you not want your life? Haven’t you been here several times already? Do you still not know the way?

Pei Xian picked up a cigarette pack from the desk and replied nonchalantly, Not much. Uncle, has my application been approved?

Pei Ming took the form, but just as he was about to hand it to Pei Xian, he suddenly pulled it back and scolded. You can live outside by yourself, but don’t go getting yourself sick again, and don’t go drag racing in the middle of the night. You play with whatever is most suicidal.

Pei Xian ignored him, pulled the form straight out of his hand, and put it in his pocket without looking. Just as he turned to leave, he was called back. Pick up the trash on the floor. How long are you going to keep that tissue in your pocket without throwing it away? After saying that, Pei Ming reached out to pick it up and toss it.

Pei Xian turned back sharply and forcefully grabbed Pei Ming’s hand. He picked it up, put it back in his pocket, and walked straight out of the office.

Pei Ming couldn’t help but rub his hand, thinking: Anyone would think that piece of paper was some family heirloom. Treating a piece of trash like a treasure?

Inside the East No. 1 Cafeteria, Wen Shu found a secluded spot to eat. In the middle of the bustling crowd, he appeared to stand out like a crane among chickens. He finished his meal methodically and was just about to leave when his phone chimed.

Jiang Jue: Remember to come for dance practice this afternoon.

After replying, Wen Shu walked back along a familiar route. Because this path was remote, very few people took it; he had discovered it after walking it several times.

Wen Shu looked around and called out toward a shadow, Xiao Hei?

A black cat ran out quickly from the corner of the wall. Because it was noon and the sun was shining, only a small patch by the wall had shade. Combined with the black cat’s own color, it was even harder to spot.

As soon as the black cat came out, it circled Wen Shu intimately and affectionately hooked its tail around Wen Shu’s trouser leg.

Wen Shu crouched down and carefully touched it. Today it’s still just you, as usual.

Xiao Hei was a discovery Wen Shu made after walking this path several times. The cat always hid in the shadows. Unlike other cats who liked sunbathing, Xiao Hei stayed alone and disliked being near crowds he even seemed to hate people. Wen Shu, who preferred taking less-traveled paths, had found him, but he wasn’t the only one who used this road. When others passed by, Xiao Hei would bare his teeth from the shadows until they left before running back to Wen Shu’s side.

Sometimes Wen Shu felt that Xiao Hei was like another version of himself, which was why they could meet in this unknown little corner.

After a moment of intimacy between man and cat, Wen Shu stood up and said, Alright, I have to go to dance practice. See you tonight.

Xiao Hei seemed to understand and obediently went back to stay in the corner of the wall.

Wen Shu knocked on the door of the dance studio. Upon entering, Jiang Jue was already drenched in sweat. His black hat, soaked through, was tossed to the side. Seeing him arrive, Jiang Jue casually wiped his head and nodded. You’re here.

Wen Shu asked while warming up. Starting practice this early? Isn’t our performance waiting until the end of military training?

Jiang Jue pulled out his phone and replied, I’m going on a date. The time is set. After saying that, Jiang Jue waved. “Going back to shower. You practice slowly.

As Wen Shu turned on the music, he thought: In my impression, Jiang Jue just broke up. But then again, with his speed, this is normal. Among the people he knew in the street dance team, he was the only one who had never dated.

But once the music started, Wen Shu reflexively began to groove to the beat. He was dancing a popular K-pop group dance. He skillfully hit the rhythm in the music, but at the end, the hair tie for his half-ponytail snapped due to the intensity. He finished the final pose, panting heavily. He ran his hand through his hair to push it back. His whole body was sweating; the damp bangs sticking to his head made him very uncomfortable.

Hiss. A drop of sweat happened to fall into Wen Shu’s eye. He squinted, and the corner of his eye turned red as a result. The door to the dance studio was suddenly twisted open. He turned his head and locked eyes with the person at the door.

At the door, Pei Xian was holding an unlit cigarette. As soon as he locked eyes with Wen Shu—clack—the cigarette fell straight to his feet.