Poor Relationship - Chapter 5

When his gaze fell on a certain spot, Wen Jiang suddenly spoke up:

“Phone.”

“Oh, right, right.”

Only then did Xu Yizhou snap out of it and hand the still-vibrating phone to Wen Jiang.

As he walked out, Xu Yizhou couldn’t help but glance downward. This damn and inexplicable sense of competition. After washing the dishes and taking a shower, Xu Yizhou finally returned to his recording studio.

He hadn’t read a single word of the script Yu Xin had sent him today. Opening the document, Xu Yizhou skimmed through it. He hadn’t expected much, but what he saw left him stunned.

Out of a hundred pages of script, eighty were explicit content. It could be said the plot existed solely to drive the explicit scenes.

He finally understood where the 100,000-yuan-per-episode salary came from. Wasn’t this just pure perversion? Reading it made his head ache and left him feeling a bit dizzy. Xu Yizhou quickly opened a short video app, trying to cleanse his eyes. But it didn’t help—in fact, he felt even dizzier.

Actually, he had already felt this dizziness while showering earlier, but he had assumed it was just from staying in too long due to the thin air. Feeling rather uncomfortable, he turned off the computer and collapsed onto the bed. Perhaps he really was a bit tired, as he fell asleep the moment he closed his eyes.

A long time passed. In the darkness, only a soft “click” could be heard as light slowly seeped in through the cracked-open door, gradually extending toward the bedside. The sound of leather shoes lightly tapping against the floor echoed through the room, growing increasingly distinct.

Xu Yizhou had a wet dream. He dreamed of someone pressing down on him, kissing him wildly. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t see the person’s face. His entire body felt weak and powerless, leaving him completely at their mercy. As his sensitive spots were teased, Xu Yizhou felt his skin burning like fire.

It made him unconsciously lean toward that coolness. His vulnerability was held in a broad palm, and to his surprise, it felt even more pleasurable and stimulating than when he touched himself. As a young man in the prime of his youth, it didn’t take long for him to reach his peak. Stimulation and pleasure flooded his mind in an instant. His moist lips parted slightly, releasing hot breaths, and his long eyelashes trembled involuntarily.

“Zhouzhou…”

Someone called out to him passionately, but the voice was drowned out in the torrent.

The dream lasted a long time. When he woke up the next day with dark circles under his eyes, Xu Yizhou began to question his life. The sticky sensation made him extremely uncomfortable. Remembering the dream from last night, Xu Yizhou couldn’t help but raise his hand to cover his face.

“Damn.”

How could he have such a dream? Could it be because he had been single for so long?

Xu Yizhou took another shower. Steam gradually filled the bathroom as he walked up to the mirror above the sink. The mirror was covered in condensation, faintly reflecting Xu Yizhou’s figure. He wiped the fog off the mirror, his hair still wet, his face flushed from the steam.

Looking at his reflection, Xu Yizhou couldn’t help but reach up and touch his face, examining it from different angles.

Honestly, it wasn’t just narcissism—he knew he wasn’t bad-looking. So why had no one ever pursued him since he was young? Even his ex-girlfriend had broken up with him out of the blue. He couldn’t figure out what he was lacking. Before long, the mirror was once again covered in condensation.

Drying his hair as he walked downstairs, Xu Yizhou was surprised to see Wen Jiang looking at his phone. And he seemed completely engrossed in it. Xu Yizhou tiptoed over quietly, wanting to see what had made Wen Jiang put down his laptop and books to look at his phone.

“Bro, what are you looking at so intently?”

Xu Yizhou leaned over the back of the sofa, peering at the phone in Wen Jiang’s hand.

On the screen was a screenshot of a King of Glory match record, but judging by the version, it seemed to be from a very early season.

“Bro, you play King of Glory too?”

He leaned in quite close, his damp hair brushing against Wen Jiang’s face. At this point, Xu Yizhou suddenly grew excited. After all, since starting work, he rarely had time to play games, and there were few people to play with. He walked over and sat down next to Wen Jiang, pulling out his phone and nudging Wen Jiang with his elbow.

“Bro, play a few rounds with me.”

It was a rare weekend off, and he had someone to play games with—there was no way he could pass up the chance to play a few matches.

“Okay.”

Wen Jiang’s slender fingers swiped through the background apps, a faint shadow flickering in his eyes as he cleared the photo album before opening King of Glory. Both of them spent a moment updating the game. Xu Yizhou habitually sat cross-legged on the sofa, propping himself up with his elbows.

After a few rounds, they climbed quite a few ranks, with Wen Jiang earning MVP every single match. Xu Yizhou had never felt ranking up was so easy before. But in his memory, Wen Jiang had never touched games—not since they were kids.

So why was he so good at gaming?

Moreover, Xu Yizhou noticed that while playing King of Glory, Wen Jiang talked more and even smiled. It had been a long time since he had seen Wen Jiang smile so happily.

Wen Jiang looked really good when he smiled. His eyes would curve slightly, his dimples would deepen, and even the tense lines of his face softened considerably. Xu Yizhou found himself momentarily lost in the sight. For some reason, after being single for so long, even his own brother seemed to look exceptionally handsome. The moment this thought surfaced, Xu Yizhou immediately dismissed it.

“Damn, it’s all because of that wet dream last night—it’s messing with my head.”

He couldn’t help but grumble inwardly.

“What’s wrong?”

After destroying the last sliver of the enemy crystal’s health, Wen Jiang finally met Xu Yizhou’s gaze. Xu Yizhou quickly turned his head away, afraid of giving anything away.

How could he have such thoughts? Damn it.

“N-nothing. Let’s stop playing for now.”

As soon as Xu Yizhou finished speaking, his phone rang—it was an unfamiliar number. He instinctively swiped to decline the call.

“Why didn’t you answer?”

Wen Jiang glanced at the same number calling again on the screen, raising an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.

“Probably something work-related.”

Xu Yizhou looked at the number that had called twice. It likely wasn’t a telemarketer, so he answered it.

“Teacher Xu, it’s me, Wen Shi.”

The voice on the other end was steady yet urgent, as if afraid he would hang up.

“How did you get my number?”

Hearing the familiar voice, Xu Yizhou couldn’t help but frown.

“Teacher Xu, it seems you gave me the wrong WeChat ID. I got your number from Sister Fei.”

The voice on the other end sounded a bit aggrieved, sending shivers down Xu Yizhou’s spine.

“I must have given you the wrong one. What can I do for you, Teacher Wen?”

“I’d like to invite Teacher Xu for a meal and discuss some voice acting techniques. Are you free?”

Not only was the other person not upset, but their tone grew even more enthusiastic.

Xu Yizhou was about to refuse, but the other person continued,

“After all, you’ve just entered this circle, and there’s still a lot to learn.”

Such a humble and earnest tone made Xu Yizhou swallow back the refusal that was already on the tip of his tongue. He felt somewhat at a loss. Xu Yizhou turned his gaze toward Wen Jiang beside him, with a hint of seeking help in his eyes. But Wen Jiang wasn’t even looking at him.

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