What Bad Intentions Could a Spoiled Little Brat Possibly have? - Chapter 1

The Kardashian of Jingda

“Waist circumference.”

“62.”

“Hip circumference.”

“110.”

Cheng Huai stretched his arms upward, allowing a young female teacher to wrap a thin measuring tape around him. The hem of his raised shirt faintly revealed a tight, porcelain-white waistline.

Beside him, Gu Siming heard the numbers and his volume instantly spiked. He hollered at Cheng Huai, “Hip circumference is how much?!”

“Height 172.4, weight 58.6.” The male teacher making the records looked up upon hearing this. Seeing the long line of students behind them, he suppressed his impatience and answered, “Hip circumference 110.”

After speaking, he waved his hand, signaling the students who had finished their measurements to leave quickly.

This statement drew the attention of many surrounding students; their gazes were filled with curiosity and scrutiny.

Cheng Huai was pushed by Gu Siming to spin around in place several times. The boys and girls who had originally been standing behind Cheng Huai seemed to have their eyes nailed to the spot once they saw his face; they couldn’t look away.

He was born with a cold, fragile beauty. His porcelain-white skin, a result of chronic illness during childhood, held a cool luster. Long, thick black eyelashes shielded the world-weary emotions in his eyes, and his lips, naturally red without pigment, were hauntingly seductive.

This vivid face could no longer be described by the simple word “pretty”—it was truly a beauty that could steal one’s soul.

Within a few seconds, people had already begun whispering in hushed tones.

“A devilish body?”

“Hip circumference 110? Is that a guy or a girl?”

“Pah, what a slut.”

Once they had walked some distance away, Gu Siming turned Cheng Huai’s body around, looking suspiciously at Cheng Huai’s loose wide-leg pants. Even the baggy trousers couldn’t hide Cheng Huai’s long, straight legs. “The Kardashian of Jingda? I can’t really tell from this…”

“I just heard a few idiots calling you ‘wasp waist and fat hips.’ That doesn’t exactly sound like a compliment. But don’t worry, your big brother here isn’t the type to discriminate…”

Cheng Huai was long accustomed to such attention. He didn’t care about Gu Siming’s incessant chattering; he simply walked forward, his attention entirely focused on the chat interface on his phone.

An entire day had passed. The message he sent out yesterday afternoon was like a stone sinking into the ocean, without a single echo even now.

Having finished a high school life piled high with books, Cheng Huai had successfully enrolled in Jingda (Peking University). Today was the first day of registration.

After tidying up the dormitory, the counselor notified all newly arrived freshmen in the grade group chat to come to the teaching office to measure their height, weight, and three dimensions. This was to provide them with military training uniforms that fit their figures for the training starting the day after tomorrow.

Gu Siming was Cheng Huai’s roommate. He was naturally outgoing and didn’t get angry when Cheng Huai didn’t respond. “Did you see the message in the group?”

Cheng Huai didn’t look up. “What?”

“The opening ceremony!” Gu Siming looked at how Cheng Huai stared at his phone all day; it didn’t seem like he was the type to ignore group messages. “Tomorrow morning at nine, North Campus Grand Auditorium. It’s our Computer Science College’s opening ceremony. Supposedly, there’s a ‘mystery senior’ coming.”

“Mystery senior?” Cheng Huai finally looked up.

Before he could ask for details, Gu Siming babbled on: “An outstanding alumnus. Apparently, he’s already graduated and is coming to the ceremony to give a speech.”

“Oh.” Cheng Huai blinked. If he had already graduated, then he probably wasn’t the person he was looking for.

The September weather was still somewhat hot. With the fierce sun high overhead, Cheng Huai broke into a cold sweat after just a few steps. The dialogue box that remained unanswered for so long made him increasingly anxious. His teeth ground against the soft, moist flesh of his inner cheek; with a sudden force, he bit down, and the taste of blood instantly exploded in his mouth.

Cheng Huai’s temples wouldn’t stop throbbing. Gu Siming, seeing that his talking went unreciprocated and noting Cheng Huai’s cold eyes, dejectedly shut his mouth.

When they returned to the dorm, there were two more new roommates.

Gu Siming greeted them with overflowing enthusiasm. When introducing himself, he didn’t forget to include Cheng Huai.

Cheng Huai sat on the stool in front of his desk, perfunctorily responding with a few words while his fingers flipped back and forth through the chat dialogue box.

For the past two years, he had been performing a one-man show, talking to himself about all the things he had experienced. Every expected response had fallen through.

Brother, Mom and Dad fought again today. They fought so hard. They even hit my head with a photo frame. I bled a lot, but it didn’t hurt at all.

Brother, how have you been lately? I improved in my final exams this time, but Mom and Dad said I only ranked fifth in the grade. They said I’m a waste. I’m not a waste, right?

Brother, can the person ranked first in the grade get into Jingda? I want to go to the same university as you. I want to leave this place. In a place without Brother, I have no home…

Brother, I miss you so much. I’ve come to Jingda to find you. This place is so big; I think I’m lost.

Brother, I’m sorry…

Brother, wait for me. I can come find you very soon.

Scrolling to the end was the message Cheng Huai had sent yesterday afternoon.

Brother, I got into Jingda. I’m going to register tomorrow. I’m so happy. What happened two years ago was my fault. Can Brother forgive me? Please don’t ignore me.

Seeing this, the place where Cheng Huai had bitten his cheek began to throb. The dense, sharp pain continuously intruded upon his nerves.

His surroundings fell into silence. Only a persistent, high-frequency ringing migrated from Cheng Huai’s ears to his brain. It was as if a never-ending alarm was installed in his head, occasionally mixed with fine, sandy static.

Cheng Huai’s fingers became uncontrollably stiff. Trembling, he took out a pure white medicine bottle from his pocket and swallowed a pill as if it were a lifeline.

Half an hour later, the medicine began to take effect. The sound in his head finally ceased, and the conversation between Gu Siming and the new roommates drifted back in snatches.

Cheng Huai’s body felt somewhat weak. He forced himself to rally his spirits, took a quick shower, and then lay down on his bed.

“Cheng Huai, not eating dinner? We’re planning to check out the snack street at the gate. Want to come along?” Gu Siming asked, standing below his bed.

Cheng Huai’s consciousness had already drifted into chaos.

Gu Siming thought Cheng Huai had fallen asleep and lowered his voice to tell the others: “He’s a bit weird. Forget it, let’s go. We’ll bring some back for him later.”

The dormitory door was closed very gently. The room was submerged in silence once more.

The night was long.

And Cheng Huai’s dream was also long.

In the dream, he was wearing a low-slung T-back erotic nightgown, his neck gripped by Fu Zheng.

In the heat of the moment, Fu Zheng’s rough palms gripped his tender, fragile white knees.

Cheng Huai’s knees were hooked over Fu Zheng’s shoulders, his legs stretched into straight lines, shaking uncontrollably. Thin beads of sweat made his skin appear translucent, and his slender fingers were unconsciously sinking deep into Fu Zheng’s arms.

Then, Cheng Huai’s entire body turned a dusty pink-purple. His blurred eyes were half-closed without focus, and a crystalline thread of saliva trailed from the corner of his lip down his chin. He couldn’t even manage a scream, only uttering a breathy “Brother.”

Fu Zheng knew he had reached his limit.

He gave a light chuckle and kissed Cheng Huai’s lips intimately, his voice carrying a hint of arousal: “Sensitive little thing.”

The next day.

Cheng Huai woke up panting.

The blanket on the bed was completely draped over his face.

Cheng Huai pulled the blanket away and opened his eyes, glancing toward the ceiling. The dormitory curtains were half-drawn, and the faint glow of sunlight could be seen outside.

He sat up and, as expected, felt a chill in his lower body. The underwear he had just changed into yesterday was soaked through, front and back, after one night.

Raising his arm, he saw that his pale pink forearms were indeed covered in streaks of blood crust from his own scratching. Mirroring the layers upon layers of knife scars on his wrists, old wounds were joined by new ones, looking particularly shocking.

Cheng Huai grabbed his hair in frustration, threw on a jacket, and rushed into the bathroom while hunching his lower body.

The underwear he took off was tossed into a basin. Seeing that disgraceful mess, he rarely turned red with shame. In a frantic rush, he poured in laundry detergent, rubbed it a few times haphazardly, washed it clean, and hung it up to dry.

By the time he finished cleaning up and came out of the bathroom, his roommates had also woken up and were preparing to get out of bed.

Gu Siming sat on his bed with a head of hair exploded like a bird’s nest. Seeing Cheng Huai come out of the bathroom, his yawn suddenly stopped, and he began to speak bluntly: “Cheng Huai, are you a pig? How can you sleep so much? When we came back yesterday, no matter how we called you, you wouldn’t wake up. You scared us so much we almost called 120 (emergency services). Luckily Meng Qi was smart enough to check if you were still breathing.”

After Gu Siming finished, he flopped vertically back onto the bed with a face of utter despair: “My dearly departed summer vacation… I must mourn you properly.”

Meng Qi climbed down the ladder from the upper bunk and, hearing this, looked at Cheng Huai with concern. “Are you okay? Do you feel unwell anywhere?”

“No, no.” Cheng Huai waved his hand. “I… didn’t talk in my sleep yesterday, did I?”

“Talk in your sleep?” Gu Siming muttered from the upper bunk.

The other roommate who hadn’t spoken, named Leng Muyu, was just as his name suggested he appeared very cold.

Leng Muyu’s bed was right next to Cheng Huai’s. Suddenly remembering something, he gave Cheng Huai a cold glance. “You did.”

“What did he say?” Gu Siming’s gossip radar activated, and he shot up from the bed again.

Cheng Huai’s heart seemed to jump into his throat.

“I couldn’t hear clearly. It seemed like he was calling for ‘Brother’ the whole time.”

“Heh, I thought he was babbling about some girl he liked.”

Cheng Huai breathed a sigh of relief. “Was there anything else?”

Leng Muyu’s eyes held a trace of strangeness as he asked hesitantly, “Should there… be anything else?”

“No, no.”

Meng Qi said, “I don’t know if you talked in your sleep, but if we don’t leave right now, we really will be late for the opening ceremony.”

Meng Qi showed his phone screen; the clock pointed to 8:50 AM.

“Holy crap!!”

Gu Siming let out a long wail toward the heavens. The dormitory was a scene of chaos for a while. Finally, the four of them grabbed some yogurt and bread and scrambled out the door, racing each other.

They sprinted all the way to the North Campus Grand Auditorium, stepping inside just as the second hand hit 9:00 sharp.

The four of them originally wanted to crouch down and sneak to the back row, but they were directly intercepted by an upperclassman and driven to the first row, right in front of the podium, to make up the numbers.

Gu Siming was a complete mess, sitting in the front row with a deathly pale face. “Sure enough, the front row is reserved for the latecomers.”

The other three were calm; they just couldn’t play on their phones, which was no big deal.

Cheng Huai tapped his index finger on his phone, absentmindedly waiting for the host to introduce the agenda of the ceremony.

First was a promotional video, then the counselor spoke, followed by the dean. The people on stage were full of passion, while the people below were nodding off the typical state of modern college students.

Cheng Huai’s thoughts drifted away from the auditorium. He lowered his eyes and played with his phone, naturally failing to notice the figure of a man appearing on the right side of the hall.

Ever since that figure appeared, the audience shook off their drowsiness. Word spread from person to person, and before long, most eyes were focused there. The small wave of gasps below gradually escalated into a continuous commotion.

The man stood nearly 1.9 meters tall. The muscles beneath his shirt were so prominent they almost seemed to burst through the fabric. He naturally rolled up his sleeves, the veins on his forearms sprawling all the way to the back of his hands, blue vessels taut and clearly visible.

He crooked his long fingers, nonchalantly undoing the top two buttons of his collar. His gaze looked down upon the audience with disdain; this small movement was both noble and sexy, an overwhelming aura of adult male pheromones hitting everyone in the face.

Many girls began to gasp frequently.

“Next, let us welcome with a round of applause the legendary 2022 graduate of the College of Computer Science, the ‘God of Study’ who gave up prestigious corporate offers to pursue a direct Ph.D., and is now the core of the Artificial Intelligence Laboratory team, Senior Fu Zheng! He has come in person to deliver the most precious first lesson of enrollment to all our newcomers.”

The moment the host’s voice fell, the applause below was like thunder. Amidst the rising and falling cries of surprise, praises of “so handsome” and “male god” were heard everywhere.

The instant that name was read out, Cheng Huai’s eyelashes flickered downward before he immediately looked up at the stage.

That figure, both familiar and strange, crashed into his field of vision without any warning. His entire being felt as if it had suddenly plummeted into an ice cellar; his hands and feet were pinned in place by an invisible chill, unable to move.

That face he had thought of day and night, that person to whom he had sent countless messages only for them to vanish into the void, that person who had been completely silent for two whole years, had actually appeared before his eyes as vividly as a dream.

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