Chapter 108 106. The Uncontainable Dragon Impulse
“I absolutely won’t do this again in the future!”
To deal with the system, An Han could only make a promise to Su Peng with little justification but great confidence.
Once this sports meet was over, he would find a way to stay far away from them completely!
For example—move off campus!
An Han was on pretty good terms with the counselor Ren Chi now. If he pestered him enough, he should be able to get permission to live off campus. And as long as he could live outside, he could stay as far away as possible from his current social circle, and the task events that occurred in daily life would no longer intersect with Su Peng and Long Xing.
Su Peng looked at his delicate, handsome face without saying a word.
“Really! Run the sports meet with me! The two of us, master and disciple, are the best partners, okay! We’re like that when we play games normally—leg-tied running will definitely be the same!”
“You have no idea about that guy Wang Sheng! I practiced with him for just half an hour, and he already scraped my hands raw!”
An Han pitifully raised his arm, revealing an elbow with scraped skin and blood, his face full of grievance. “If I practice with Wang Sheng for a few more days, I’m afraid he’ll throw me so badly I won’t be able to take care of myself in daily life…”
Although that wasn’t what he’d said to Wang Sheng earlier, speaking differently to different people was completely reasonable.
“Look, and here! Here too! And my knee, all scraped up…”
He looked up at Su Peng, his big eyes misty. The more he spoke, the more wronged he seemed, his voice even carrying a hint of a sob.
“Alright, alright.”
Su Peng sighed helplessly. He softened after all.
Mainly because An Han’s aggrieved appearance made it impossible to suppress the instinctive urge to protect him.
He extended a hand toward An Han. “Let’s go. We’ll deal with your injuries first.”
“Mm!”
The tears in his eyes and the sobbing tone in his voice vanished almost instantly. An Han immediately broke into a bright smile, grabbed Su Peng’s hand, and stood up.
Done!
He was secretly delighted. As a man himself, he naturally knew men’s weaknesses best!
Especially men like Su Peng, who treated him as a woman and secretly had a crush on him!
Serves you right for liking me! If you didn’t like me, you’d definitely be like Wang Yu—disgusted by a man who looks feminine and keeps acting pitiful and coquettish.
This is karma!
Walking shoulder to shoulder toward the campus convenience store, An Han’s face was full of joy. But gradually, something started to feel off.
Why do I feel a kind of pleasure from playing men in the palm of my hand?
Just now… was I being a green-tea bitch a little too naturally?
Su Peng noticed nothing about An Han’s suddenly gloomy expression. With his hands in his pockets, he walked through the night, chattering on: “First rinse the wound with saline, then clean it with alcohol, then wrap it with gauze…”
Suddenly, he saw An Han turn a corner and head toward a nearby public restroom, directly aiming his wound under the faucet and rinsing it with tap water a few times.
“You might get an infection doing it like that.”
“It’s fine. Just a small scrape—no need for all that trouble you’re talking about. Isn’t it dealt with already?”
An Han lifted one leg, propped it on the sink, rolled up his pant leg, and rinsed his knee with tap water for two seconds. Then he turned back and asked, “When you were a kid and fell, didn’t you deal with it like this too?”
“……”
“Let’s go. Buy some snacks at the store and then head back to the dorm. Roll call’s coming up.”
……
By the time they returned to the dorm, it was already 9:30 p.m. An Han sat tiredly on Wang Sheng’s bed, occasionally glancing at the scrapes on his body.
Just a few minor abrasions. Su Peng had gone on about so many procedures—he was really meticulous about trivial things like this.
Stretching lazily, An Han flopped straight onto Wang Sheng’s blanket.
“An Han! You were sweating outside and you just lie on my bed!” Wang Sheng finally couldn’t take it anymore and vented his dissatisfaction. “At least take a shower first!”
An Han keenly noticed that Wang Sheng’s standards for him had dropped quite a bit.
Before, just sitting on Wang Sheng’s bed would make him complain endlessly. Now all he asked was that he shower first?
“Too lazy to move~”
He skillfully started bullying Wang Sheng again, deliberately rolling back and forth on the bed, messing up the neatly folded blanket into a total mess.
Wang Sheng was about to snap and stand up, but then he suddenly noticed the wound on An Han’s knee.
Recalling that he himself had caused those scrapes, he felt guilty and awkwardly shifted his gaze to the computer screen.
As long as he didn’t watch An Han trash the bed, it wouldn’t bother him.
“Wang Sheng’s mattress is so soft~”
“And this blanket smells like sunshine~ Next time you air your bedding, can you take mine up to the rooftop too?”
An Han teased Wang Sheng with overly suggestive words, but after a long while without any reaction, he turned his head to look at Long Xing.
Normally, his interactions with Long Xing were limited to things like waking each other up, urging each other to go to class, or calling his “son” to bring food. But after all, An Han and Long Xing lived under the same roof day in and day out. Their base favorability was already high. Who knew—given enough time, Long Xing might not be able to hold himself back and do something.
After a bit of thought, An Han leaned forward sneakily and glanced at the League of Legends game Long Xing was playing. Suddenly, he stretched out both hands and covered Long Xing’s eyes.
“Holy shit! Team fight!”
Before Long Xing could react, Chen Junjie, who was duo-queuing with him, shouted first: “Damn! Brother Long, you missed your ult!”
Nice!
An Han asked mischievously, “Guess who I am?”
Long Xing helplessly grabbed his hands and moved them aside.
There was no need to guess. In the entire dorm—or even among adult men—someone with such small, soft hands was probably only An Han.
“Don’t mess around,” Long Xing said with a smile. “If we’d won that last team fight, we could’ve turned it around.”
A huge “Defeat” appeared on the screen, but he wasn’t angry at all. Only Chen Junjie was shouting at the top of his lungs, practically exploding with rage.
“Promotion match! My damn promotion match is gone!”
As expected—no effect.
An Han ignored Chen Junjie’s pain and sighed inwardly. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly realized his hand was still wrapped in Long Xing’s grip—and had even been lightly squeezed twice.
His expression changed instantly. He yanked his hand back and retreated.
You fucking pervert!
Long Xing smiled at him a little awkwardly, but that smile only made An Han more terrified. He hurried to the balcony, turned on the faucet, and rinsed his palms several times with cold water.
Disgusting!
“Long Xing seems like he’s starting to lose control!”
Recalling that smile just now, An Han shuddered again.
Standing on the balcony with a dark expression, An Han pondered his next move.
“He didn’t even get angry after losing a crucial team fight. Looks like he thinks I’m more important than the game.”
“What kind of man is that? That’s terrifying—he doesn’t even care about games!”
“That was ranked, damn it!”
If it were An Han playing ranked and someone messed with his mentality and caused a loss, he’d be pissed for an entire day. Yet Long Xing showed no reaction at all.
“I have to settle the off-campus housing thing as soon as possible! I’m going to see Ren Chi tomorrow!”
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