The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 52

Chapter 52

As Yu Yanshuang was packing his luggage, Garcia entered the dorm wailing, having just finished his final exam.

“I’m doomed. The professor’s face didn’t look good during that last one. I’m definitely going to fail…” Garcia said, holding his head in distress.

Yu Yanshuang folded his last piece of clothing. “It’s fine. You’ve failed plenty before; you’re an expert at finding ways to get professors to agree to make-up exams.”

Garcia: “……”

He couldn’t tell if that was supposed to be comforting or not.

Many courses at the University of Chicago don’t allow make-up exams. Garcia was a veteran of the system; he only got perfect scores in the classes he actually liked. For the mandatory core classes, he was usually too busy trying to make money to study seriously. Consequently, he was prone to failing them, but he always had a stash of strategies ready to deal with difficult professors to get a second chance.

Garcia looked over. “What about you? You look pretty confident.”

Yu Yanshuang’s lips curled slightly. “I did alright. Why are you wearing your tongue stud again?”

Garcia gave an ambiguous smile, explaining he was going to spend Christmas with his first love. He then asked curiously, “Where are you spending the holidays? Are you going to Sain’s grandmother’s place?”

“No.”

Yu Yanshuang planned to hide in Sain’s dorm to avoid a “plot-mandated death.”

When he had vaguely realized he was just a fodder character, he had glimpsed a brief mention of his ending in the book: beaten to death in an accident on Christmas. There was no other description.

Based on his extensive reading of web novels, the safest bet was to avoid crowds, stay away from the excitement, mind his own business, and just hide.

Grandmother’s place was safe, of course, but he was afraid this “plot-kill” might involve her. The best solution was to hide in a secure spot alone. He’d heard Sain say his windows were bulletproof, and Yu Yanshuang didn’t intend to go near the windows anyway. Surely he couldn’t be killed at school for no reason.

Yu Yanshuang explained vaguely, “I need to wait for Christmas to pass.”

Garcia didn’t hear him clearly and asked again, but Yu Yanshuang changed the subject. “Have any advertisers reached out to our account?”

“Absolutely! I was just about to tell you. I’m going to have them send samples first so we can check the quality. We don’t want to ruin the account,” Garcia responded.

Since Yu Yanshuang’s interaction with the grandmother, Garcia had struck while the iron was hot and edited a “transformation” video. Yu Yanshuang’s popularity had exploded; the video was incredibly cool. In it, Yu Yanshuang tossed away a chef’s hat and transformed into a dashing, refined gentleman walking down a dimly lit street, smiling at the camera.

Garcia’s vision for him—likely fueled by his former crush—suited Yu perfectly. The vintage suits from the last century looked like they were tailor-made for him.

“Good. Then as we agreed, a fifty-fifty split.”

Garcia’s eyes widened. “When did we agree to that? It’s your account. Let’s do 70/30, with you taking the 70.”

He felt he hadn’t done much; Yu Yanshuang’s image was so good that the account would have grown regardless of what he did.

“Not at all. You made the clothes, you edited the videos, and you’re handling the ads,” Yu Yanshuang said as if it were obvious. “I just showed up.”

Garcia didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He secretly wondered if Yu Yanshuang was doing this on purpose so Garcia wouldn’t have to look for a “sugar daddy” again. But he wasn’t one to haggle; since Yu was being so generous, he decided he would work even harder to manage the account.

Garcia immediately started planning the next shoot. “Fine, fifty-fifty. I’ll whip up another outfit for you. For Christmas, we could—”

“No. I have plans for Christmas,” Yu Yanshuang rejected any holiday invitations firmly.

He checked his watch. Today was the 24th, and with exams over, most students were leaving. “I need to go buy food.”

Yu Yanshuang intended to avoid even food delivery drivers. Unless a meteor hit the dorm specifically to kill him, he wasn’t taking any chances.

Garcia stopped him. “Yu, I’ve never asked… are you and Sain actually dating now?”

“Of course not!” Yu Yanshuang frowned, curious. “Why would you say that?”

“Because… everyone online is saying Sain took you to meet his family since you’re so close with his grandmother…”

Yu Yanshuang said proudly, “That wasn’t a family meeting. Grandmother treats me like her own grandson! Besides, Sain hasn’t even confessed to me. Why would I be with him?”

Garcia looked shocked. “If he confessed, you’d be with him?”

“Of course not!”

“Then why do you care if he confesses?”

Yu Yanshuang waved his hand, explaining: “If he likes me and does that stuff with me, it’s better than him doing it just to toy with me, right?”

As he walked out the door, Yu Yanshuang added, “Garcia, Happy Christmas in advance. Don’t send me any messages about what we’re doing after Christmas! None at all!”

He had to avoid “flagging” himself. In stories, making plans for “after the event” usually resulted in one party dying. Garcia found it funny, not understanding why Yu was so tense. But he did notice that after not seeing him for a while, Yu Yanshuang seemed more confident and relaxed.

…

Yu Yanshuang bought a massive amount of groceries—enough to survive for a month. He figured if a meteor did hit and he happened to survive but got trapped under rubble, he at least wouldn’t starve before they dug him out.

He was a celebrity on campus now. Several tall men offered to help him carry his bags. Yu Yanshuang rejected them all. He hadn’t expected that being famous would attract nothing but gay men.

Since returning for exams, all sorts of muscular guys—from the basketball team, the hockey team, etc.—had been trying to get his contact info, winking and saying they “weren’t worse than Sain.”

Well… they’re actually a lot worse, Yu thought, comparing their builds and faces.

Strangely, Sain—who had put a daily check-in call on the study schedule—hadn’t called him once, even though Yu hadn’t initiated. Could it be, Yu thought with a hint of anticipation, that he’s finally giving up on me?

As he turned a corner with his groceries, he came face-to-face with Yu Chenzhou standing outside the dorm.

Yu Chenzhou looked travel-worn and much more haggard than when he had left China months ago. He didn’t look like the refined, gentle scholar he was known as back home. His beard was unshaven, and he had a paranoid, frantic look in his eyes.

When Yu Yanshuang had been sent abroad, Yu Chenzhou had stood there in a sharp suit with a gentle smile, arrogantly predicting that Yanshuang wouldn’t last long abroad before crawling back to him for help.

Yu Yanshuang’s expression darkened. He tried to dodge him, but he was already spotted.

“Yu Yanshuang! Why are you running?”

It was that same voice—no matter how he hid back in China, Yu Chenzhou always caught up with those words. Students nearby who were leaving campus recognized the “celebrity” and stopped to eavesdrop.

Not wanting to start more rumors, Yu Yanshuang walked toward him reluctantly. Seeing the bloodshot eyes, he worried Yu Chenzhou might say something reckless in his bad mood.

“Let’s find somewhere to talk,” Yanshuang whispered.

“Go to your dorm.”

“No!” Yu Yanshuang frowned in resistance.

Yu Chenzhou gave a dark laugh. “Then we talk right here. I’m not a student here; I don’t care about rumors.”

At the mention of this, Yu Yanshuang’s face went cold. I have Grandmother backing me now. I don’t need to be afraid! This wasn’t China. The Yu family couldn’t stop him from going to school here. He had his own money now; he wasn’t afraid of them cutting him off and leaving him homeless.

Yu Yanshuang puffed out his chest and said loudly in English, “How can you be so shameless? I don’t like you, and I don’t like men! Why are you stalking me and begging me to… f*ck?”

He said the last word very quietly, still unable to be as shameless as Sain. His momentum faltered slightly.

But it was enough to shock Yu Chenzhou. He couldn’t believe the Yu Yanshuang in his memory—the boy who would blush just hearing a confession—could say such a thing. He was stunned into silence.

Because he had used English, the onlookers understood and began whispering. Yu Chenzhou heard several people comparing him unfavorably to “Sain.”

Sain. He had heard the name back in China. Yu Yanshuang was involved with this man.

“Come back to China with me,” Yu Chenzhou said, suppressing his rage as he grabbed Yanshuang’s wrist to pull him away.

Yu Yanshuang shook him off. “Now you’re embarrassed? What I said isn’t even as bad as the rumors you spread!”

“I didn’t spread those! My mother did!”

“But you never clarified them!” Yu Yanshuang retorted, staring at him with guarded eyes.

Both knew why he hadn’t clarified. Yu Chenzhou had never hidden his goal: he wanted Yanshuang to realize how terrifying the world was so he would run back to him for protection.

But now, Yu Chenzhou couldn’t contain his fury. “So you’re sleeping with some foreigner? Is that something to be proud of? Why is he allowed, but I’m not?!”

“Idiot.”

A familiar deep voice rang out, followed by a familiar scent. Yu Yanshuang looked up to see Sain stepping through the crowd. Almost unconsciously, the crowd parted for him.

Even though bad news about Sain had been circulating—claims that he wasn’t a gentleman and used terrifying methods (like Ike shouting that Sain broke his leg just for knowing he was gay)—people still feared him.

Sain looked at the gossiping crowd. Knowing Yu Yanshuang hated being watched, he frowned and dismissed them: “Screw off.”

Most were reluctant to leave, but some, knowing Sain’s dark reputation, chose not to cause trouble and left. For those who stayed, Sain’s bodyguards were nearby. Even with Grandmother’s protection, Sain had arranged for people to shadow Yu Yanshuang. In fact, if Yanshuang had just signaled, the hidden guards would have intervened long ago. Clearly, the boy still didn’t know how to protect himself.

Sain looked at Yu Chenzhou. “That includes you.”

The moment Yu Chenzhou saw Sain, his expression darkened. It was just as the onlookers said: Sain was taller, broader, and more handsome.

However, Yu Chenzhou sneered. Speaking in English since Sain was a foreigner, he said: “So you’re Sain? When I was dressing my brother and sending him to school, you were probably still in diapers.”

“He’s kissed me,” Sain replied in Mandarin.

Yu Chenzhou was nearly laughed with rage. He saw Sain’s men approaching and realized he had come in too much of a hurry and hadn’t brought enough of his own people. Sain had the upper hand. He also noticed that his brother was no longer “pure”—he looked like a man who had been thoroughly “broken in.” This thought filled him with absolute fury.

“You’re the one who should get lost! He belongs to me! When I was taking care of his meals and taking him to the amusement park, where were you?” Yu Chenzhou snapped.

Sain said flatly, “I’ve slept with him.”

Yu Chenzhou shoved away a bodyguard who tried to grab him. “This is a school, not your private property! I’m telling you, Sain, I’m taking Yu Yanshuang back to China. I was the one who washed his underwear after his first wet dream. Does an outsider like you understand the bond between us?”

Sain’s lips curled into a cold smirk as he closed the distance between them, his voice dropping to a chilling register.

“I’ve gone down on him.”