The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 43

Chapter 43

After taking two days off, Yu Yanshuang’s reappearance in the classroom and the news of his trip to Las Vegas with Sein spread across the University of Chicago almost instantly.

Perhaps because of Sein’s promise, Yu Yanshuang didn’t care at all about the scrutinizing gazes of his classmates.

The noise in the room grew louder the moment he sat down. Sein walked in carrying Yu Yanshuang’s backpack and a Western-style breakfast. After sitting next to Yu, Sein personally inserted the straw into the milk carton and placed it in front of him.

Yu Yanshuang could already imagine how everyone would gasp at this sight. The dignified Sein was being so subservient to this Chinese boy—acting just like a little slave! The heir to the Bath family, acting as his lackey! Usually, it was those hulking football players who acted as Sein’s followers!

The corners of Yu Yanshuang’s mouth curled up. He swept his eyes across the room in a small arc, seeing several shocked expressions. He felt even more comfortable until he spotted Liu Xuexu’s eerie smile, which made him realize something was slightly off.

Sein tapped the desk, signaling: “Eat seriously. Don’t look around.”

No wonder he’s so thin; he’s always distracted during meals.

Yu Yanshuang immediately put on a serious face and protested, “Sein, we agreed you’d be subservient in public. How can you talk to me with that attitude? You aren’t allowed to order me around.”

Sein chuckled and immediately leaned in shamelessly close to Yu Yanshuang. “Little master, please eat well, okay?”

These words made Yu Yanshuang instinctively look at the people nearby again. When his gaze crossed Liu Xuexu’s, he noticed the other’s expression had become even more bizarre, making his heart sink.

“Sein, don’t use the words we use… during that… in public. And don’t stay so close to me. Aren’t you busy with work? You had several calls this morning!” Yu Yanshuang couldn’t help but remind him. Seeing Sein still looking at him with a smile, his tone grew frantic: “Don’t stare at me and smile like that. It’s so gay.”

Sein turned his head and pressed a fist against his mouth to hide a wider grin. He was only smiling like that because he was afraid Yu Yanshuang would see it and get angry.

After composing himself, Sein responded, “Understood, Mr. Little Yu. I have noted all of your rules.”

“…”

With that lingering tone, why does it still sound so gay?

Yu Yanshuang didn’t believe for a second that Sein would actually follow the rules. He decided to ignore him and started eating his breakfast bite by bite. Sein asked several times if the food was to his liking, but Yu Yanshuang ignored him every time.

Sein sighed helplessly. “Alright, alright. I promise, I’ll do it.” He couldn’t help but think that dating was such a hassle. He had to coax the boy in bed, and he had to coax him out of it.

Yu Yanshuang glanced at him sideways and said solemnly in Chinese, “Do not speak while eating; do not speak while sleeping. Don’t disturb my meal.”

Sein, checkmated, raised an eyebrow. His gray eyes held a glimmer of a smile.

When Yu Yanshuang finished the last sip of milk and gestured for Sein to throw it away, Sein took the empty bag and carton and said leisurely, “Mr. Little Yu, I hope you can manage to do the same next time we are in bed.”

It took Yu Yanshuang a moment to process that. By the time the professor walked in and Sein left with his laptop, Sein’s smile was full of ambiguity.

At that moment, Yu Yanshuang finally realized Sein was mocking the fact that he liked to make sounds in bed! It was because Sein always liked to catch him off guard, forcing a different kind of pleasure that made it impossible to control his voice.

Besides, Sein talked a lot too! Furthermore, Yu Yanshuang couldn’t help but remember the time on the plane. He had originally hated it when Sein talked too much because it made him feel like he was being teased, and combined with Sein’s cold gray eyes, it made his shame even stronger.

But if Sein didn’t say a word, Yu Yanshuang’s other senses would become exceptionally sharp. He would clearly hear Sein’s breathing and feel the scorching heat of Sein’s abs against him. That made it feel like they were both sinking—truly drowning in each other.

So now, he preferred it if Sein talked more; it made them seem less “gay.”

Once Sein was gone, Yu Yanshuang breathed a sigh of relief. This was a subject he wasn’t interested in, making it easy for his mind to wander. While the teacher wasn’t looking, he opened Discord and used his “Blonde Beauty” account to find Liu Xuexu’s handle: [Are you selling photos of Yu Yanshuang and Sein together? I missed them today. Someone wants to buy; are you selling?]

Yu Yanshuang smiled craftily. He felt he was quite brilliant—this way, he could find out if Liu Xuexu had caught anything on camera and naturally fish for information to see what she had been smiling about. There shouldn’t be any flaws in my performance with Sein, right?

[Really?! No charge. Does your buyer want to join our ‘Keke’ (shipping) group? But the group resources cannot be shared externally!]

Shipping group?

Yu Yanshuang fished out a backup burner account he usually used for lurking in “dark” international student groups and gave it to Liu Xuexu. When he switched to the new account, Liu Xuexu’s first sentence made his pupils shake!

[OMG, girl, let me tell you, S and YYS are definitely dating!]

Yu Yanshuang was confused. Where was the flaw? From the apartment to the classroom today, he had made Sein follow a meter behind him. Carrying the bag and the breakfast—didn’t he look exactly like a slave? This was the result he had traded for after getting fucked on the plane and then fucked again back at school—the image of Sein as his “little slave” in public!

He expressed his confusion to Liu Xuexu from the perspective of a bystander.

[It’s so obvious! Sein clearly made Yu Yanshuang angry, and now he’s following him around to coax him! Oh my, this morning he was feeding him breakfast and they were smiling at each other with pink bubbles everywhere. Sein must have succeeded in cheering him up! I took so many photos!]

[No, you’re mistaken. Yu Yanshuang isn’t angry at all. He thinks it’s very cool to have Sein as a lackey!]

[You aren’t him! Wait? Are you a fellow shipper? Why aren’t you shipping them at all?]

[I’m a guy.]

The next second, before Yu Yanshuang could say he wasn’t interested in “shipping,” he found he had been blocked!

Switching back to the “Blonde Beauty” account, he received a warning from Liu Xuexu: [I suspect that guy likes either Sein or Yu Yanshuang and is jealous of the attention they’re getting. He probably has bad intentions. Don’t sell to him!]

Yu Yanshuang suppressed the urge to explain further and replied with an “OK.”

It’s definitely not a problem with me or Sein. It’s just that those people see everything through a ‘gay’ lens.

He switched back to his “dark” burner account to look at the international student group, and his heart finally felt better. Everyone was discussing Sein acting as his lackey.

[Is Sein just a sucker for a pretty face? I can’t figure out why else he’d willingly carry Yu Yanshuang’s bag.]

[I thought Yu Yanshuang was supposed to be Sein’s lackey. Did Yu catch some dirt on him while he was stalking him before?]

[Don’t be ridiculous. Would Sein be afraid of someone with no background like Yu Yanshuang?]

[It’s obvious. Sein was seduced by Yu Yanshuang. They’re dating!]

Yu Yanshuang’s face darkened. He was about to type a rebuttal but didn’t want to expose his lurker account. While he was hesitating, someone else replied.

[Holy crap, we have a traitor in the group.]

Yu Yanshuang’s eyes widened. He hadn’t said anything yet, had he been found out?

[This guy just said Sein was seduced by Yu Yanshuang, but his own Facebook is full of photos of Sein.]

[What? So there’s a gay guy in our group? Whose family is he from?]

[Haha, no wonder he said Sein was seduced. Is another gay guy jealous of Yu Yanshuang?]

[No! I don’t have a crush!! I’m not jealous! I’m not a fucking gay!]

Yu Yanshuang watched as the person’s avatar turned gray mid-sentence. For a while, the whole group went to dig for gossip on that person. They suspected that because his “gay” identity was exposed, he had deleted his account and run away. From then on, whenever anyone suggested Sein and Yu Yanshuang might be a couple, the group immediately suspected it was another gay person trying to get info on Yu Yanshuang.

Yu Yanshuang suddenly had an epiphany. In the future, if anyone said he was gay or a couple with Sein, he would just say: “You don’t happen to like Sein, do you?”

That would dispel the rumors instantly. He felt quite annoyed—why hadn’t he countered the rumors about seducing Yu Chenzhou like this back then! He looked quite grumpy, like someone who had lost an argument and was only now thinking of the perfect comeback.

On the other side, Sein’s high school friend messaged him: [Boss, I handled it as you said. Are you and that Chinese guy really a couple?]

Sein glanced at it and replied: [Little Yu and I are friends. You did well.]

Sein’s high school friend was named Li Longxiao. He had a father who loved Bruce Lee (Li Xiaolong) and gave him a name that invited bullying before he even understood Chinese. He was tall and hulking with red hair and freckles, looking like a brawler—but that was just a look. He was a programmer, and the only thing that looked the part was his black-rimmed glasses.

Back then, he thought Sein was a gentleman because he helped him punish some bullies. Later, he realized that Sein was more “wicked” to the bone than the bullies. But fortunately, he and Sein were friends. Li Longxiao had originally wanted to be a hacker, and that was what Sein valued—his ability to dig up hidden information. Later, Sein encouraged him to study AI. Coincidentally, Sein had invested in an electric vehicle company, and Li’s team was responsible for developing the car’s operating system.

He said somewhat gloomily: [Sein! Our team is about to go public, and yet I, their leader, spend every day lurking in group chats and doing ‘script kiddie’ stuff like hacking people’s Facebook accounts. It’s embarrassing.]

Sein raised an eyebrow: [Fine. Do something big. Go hack the Discord servers and put the dirty secrets of those international students on the front page.]

[Go ahead. I’ll hire the best lawyers to bail you out.]

Li Longxiao: […]

He quickly sent a new demo video to Sein, asking for feedback. The reason Li Longxiao could keep working with Sein was that Sein had various other teams and understood user pain points; he could pinpoint problems accurately. Working with Sein gave him a great sense of accomplishment.

However, in Li Longxiao’s mind, this Sein who understood user pain points so well had no clue about Yu Yanshuang’s “pain points”—he only knew Yu Yanshuang’s “pleasure points.”

Sein still didn’t understand why Yu Yanshuang had been so sad that night. He only knew that Yu Yanshuang now really wanted to “date” him and wanted to be a person of significance by his side in the eyes of others.

[Listen to the lecture. I’ll take you to play football this afternoon.]

When Yu Yanshuang saw the text, his brow furrowed. I hope I’m not the football…

…

After class, he followed Sein to the green field. This was the first time Yu Yanshuang had entered this place as a “player.” The time before last, he was here to pick up bottles; the last time… he was purely stalking Sein, pretending to be a staff member to eavesdrop or take photos, but even then he could only linger on the sidelines.

It was fine when it was just him and Sein, but the regular players were dozens of hulking men in massive football gear, surrounding him and Sein. The crowd was overwhelming, making the air feel thin. Yu Yanshuang could barely breathe.

Sein put an arm around him and said, “This is my new best friend. I brought him here to play. He’ll do the kickoff.”

At this moment, Yu Yanshuang truly felt what “real straight men” were like.

“Bro, can those thin arms and legs even kick it a yard?” “Are you an idiot? Didn’t you hear Sein say he’s just playing?” “Hey, what if I dyed my hair black?” “Lame.”

With one word from Sein, a dozen people started talking at once. Some tried to teach Yu Yanshuang how to kick, while others argued with them. Yu Yanshuang’s head throbbed. Straight men are so noisy… and their focus is so weird.

Finally, Sein impatiently raised a hand in a “stop” gesture. The group slowly quieted down, and after a moment of restraining themselves, they trotted onto the field, jumping around and preparing for practice.

“Just relax and have fun,” Sein patted Yu Yanshuang’s shoulder.

After Sein changed into his gear, he produced a pair of new cleats from somewhere for Yu Yanshuang to put on. He gave a brief explanation of the rules and where to kick. Football gear, especially the pants, was quite form-fitting. While watching Sein demonstrate, Yu Yanshuang couldn’t help but accidentally glimpse a certain area. He instinctively looked away, his mind wandering.

He overheard someone whispering: “If I dye my hair black, will Sein teach me hand-in-hand too?” “Dumbass, your skin is so dark and theirs is so white. I told you black hair would look lame on you!”

Yu Yanshuang: “…”

Sein placed a hand on top of Yu Yanshuang’s head and turned his face toward him. “Just play for fun. Don’t twist your ankle.”

“I’m not that fragile,” Yu Yanshuang said with little interest. “Got it.” What’s there to be happy about?

Yu Yanshuang listlessly got into position. He watched the players spread out. Even though Sein told him he should kick toward the red jerseys, he instinctively threw the ball toward Sein, who was on the black jersey side.

He was very accurate with “three-pointers.” Sein caught it steadily in his arms. Immediately, he saw everyone surge toward Sein. It was like a pack of Golden Retrievers charging toward a German Shepherd that hadn’t reacted yet.

Yu Yanshuang suddenly felt quite happy, watching with glee as the crowd tried to tackle Sein. Tossing a ball is like playing with dogs.

Holding the ball and shielded by his teammates, Sein looked a bit disheveled but quickly stabilized the chaotic situation through his commands. He fiercely knocked over several people, gesturing for the tight end to clear the way, and slammed the ball down two yards from the goal line with absolute determination.

Yu Yanshuang’s pupils dilated for a second. He was suddenly reminded of the ferocity with which Sein “charged” at him.

The field heated up instantly. Even with mistakes, everyone scrambled and ran around as if it were an official game. There didn’t need to be many kickoffs; it seemed Sein just wanted him to have fun. After one round, he let Yu Yanshuang kick off again. The other players didn’t mind; internal practice didn’t have many requirements.

When a player picked up the ball and ran back to hand it to Yu Yanshuang as Sein instructed, Yu Yanshuang felt more and more like he was playing with big dogs—the kind that would automatically fetch the ball.

He continued to do this every time a round ended. At one point, he even walked back and forth with the ball, appearing to think about how to throw it, while the pack of hulking football players followed his movements with their eyes. They really did look like a bunch of goofy Golden Retrievers.

No wonder Sein said he’d be happy; it was indeed quite satisfying. Back when he was picking up bottles, none of these players or the spectators would have spared him a glance. But now, everyone’s eyes were on him—including Sein’s fans in the stands. Even Sein, who used to be the center of everyone’s attention, was staring at him intently.

For the first time in a long time, Yu Yanshuang felt like he was back in high school, right at the moment before a three-point shot. The cheers around him would boil over, then everyone would hold their breath until he shot, followed by an even louder explosion of cheering if it went in.

The spotlight, the center of the crowd, the expectation.

Yu Yanshuang laughed for no reason and, with a bit of mischief, threw the ball toward Sein again. The football drew a perfect arc. He was truly accurate. Sein raised his hands and caught it high in the air.

Sein gave a low laugh: “Good job.”

In an instant, Sein—who should have been the protected quarterback—was once again besieged by the opposing team. From the moment he caught the ball, Sein knew Yu Yanshuang was doing it on purpose. This time, before he ran, he looked back at Yu Yanshuang with a meaningful gaze, the corner of his mouth curling into a wicked smile.

Yu Yanshuang’s legs felt strangely weak. When Sein smiles like that, does he plan to take his revenge tonight…? Sein’s offensive state on the field was quite similar to how he was in bed.

The game became even more intense because everyone anticipated Yu Yanshuang would break the rules and throw to Sein again, so they specifically adjusted their formation to target him. By the end of the round, the ball was thrown so far it rolled all the way to a corner by the wall.

After several rounds, everyone was out of breath. No one moved to pick it up for Yu Yanshuang immediately. Sein still had some energy left, but he was also panting, watching Yu Yanshuang from a distance.

It was a long distance, so Yu Yanshuang couldn’t see Sein’s expression clearly. It felt just like the first time at Rodney’s villa—the sensation of being locked onto by an unknown gaze resurfaced. Back then, he had turned his head and crashed right into Sein’s eyes.

The two stared at each other silently. Though they couldn’t see each other’s expressions clearly, Yu Yanshuang could easily recall the look of Sein’s eyes. Sein’s eyes were a cold, detached dark gray.

But yesterday on the plane, after being bitten by him, they had been colored with desire. Followed by an even more fierce assault.

Yu Yanshuang practically forced himself to speak in front of Sein’s teammates: “Sein. Go. Fetch the ball for me.”

I can’t be afraid… I’m the master. In front of outsiders, how can I be afraid of a lackey!