ASSHKHME Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Tattoo

The cafeteria at eleven o’clock was still quite empty.

Xie Yu didn’t have the airs of a young master at all; his material desires were low, and he wasn’t picky about food. After leisurely finishing lunch, he headed back to the dormitory.

The dormitory wasn’t locked, so Chen Zhuo must have returned already. There was the sound of running water from the shower in the bathroom.

Xie Yu righted the overturned chair, knowing without a doubt whose handiwork it was.

Casually taking off his shirt and tossing it over the back of the chair, he exposed his sweaty, well-built arms.

Xie Yu sauntered to the balcony and naturally twisted open the door to the bathroom on the left.

The door wasn’t locked, and inside there was only a glass partition, a simple attempt at separating the wet and dry areas.

But the small space was less than four square meters in total, so it could be said that everything was in plain sight.

Chen Zhuo wiped his face, looking at Xie Yu through the water mist on the glass partition with disbelief. He was so shocked that it took him three seconds to start cursing, “Xie Yu! Are you sick in the head! Can’t you see I’m taking a shower!”

Xie Yu unbuckled his belt and frowned at him, “We’re both guys, what you’ve got I’ve got too. What are you being so prudish about! I’m about to burst, shut up and don’t bother me.”

Chen Zhuo simply couldn’t believe his eyes and ears, turning his body to the side and muttering another curse.

He had determined his sexual orientation long ago, and had never lived in a dormitory or been to a public bathhouse. Now, his worldview was indeed collapsing a little.

Just how far would these straight guys go?! Did they have any sense of boundaries at all!

After Xie Yu finished, he glanced to the side and saw Chen Zhuo with his back to him, hastily rinsing the foam off his body with the showerhead.

Peeking through the glass partition, where there was no water mist, everything was clearly visible. He smiled annoyingly, “What’s wrong? Is ‘Little Zhuo’ too shy to be seen? Ugh—damn, what are you doing!”

Chen Zhuo turned the water pressure to the maximum, his expression indifferent but the tips of his ears were completely red. He aimed at Xie Yu’s head and started blasting him, “Don’t be polite, bro, let me wash your brain for you.”

Xie Yu was splashed with water until he couldn’t open his eyes, raising his arm to block it, he said wickedly, “Chen Zhuo! You’re just embarrassed into anger! It’s okay, so what if it’s a big tree hanging a small chili? Haha…”

Laughing, he took Chen Zhuo by surprise, snatching the showerhead from his hand, grabbing Chen Zhuo’s arm, and pressing him against the wall with his elbow.

His hair was dripping wet, disheveled, but still annoyingly handsome.

“It’s not that small, although compared to mine…”

Xie Yu smiled mischievously, his gaze falling on Chen Zhuo’s chest, where there was a small, well-designed tattoo, like some kind of date.

Xie Yu thought it was related to love, like a first love anniversary or something, and mocked, “Still a chuunibyou, huh.”

“None of your business!” Chen Zhuo raised his leg, wanting to kick him, but the bathroom door was opened again from the outside.

This time it was Li Ang: “What’s all the commotion? Ding, clang, and bang…”

Xie Yu and Chen Zhuo turned to look at the same time.

Li Ang’s perspective was Xie Yu, bare-chested, pinning down a naked Chen Zhuo. He blinked, then blinked again, and silently retreated, closing the door.

Voices could be heard outside the door. Zhao Jiashu asked curiously, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Li Ang replied with a chuckle, “Oh, nothing, just some gay stuff.”

Chen Zhuo pushed Xie Yu away violently, grabbed the bathrobe hanging nearby and put it on, picked up the pajamas he had intended to change into in the bathroom, and walked out, his face gloomy. He slammed the door shut.

Xie Yu was still holding the showerhead in his hand, tugging at his soaking wet pants. It looked like he would have to wait until military training in the afternoon for them to dry.

He might as well take a shower too.

Xie Yu glanced at Chen Zhuo’s pile of messy bottles and jars on the shelf, and on a whim, picked up the shampoo and smelled it. It wasn’t citrus-scented, but a faint gardenia tea fragrance, not very obvious.

He put down the shampoo, his gaze falling on the shower gel covered in English words, and saw the word “citrus.”

So it wasn’t the fragrance from his hair, but the scent of his body.

“Such a delicate guy, all marinated in fragrance.”

Xie Yu complained, quickly finished showering and went out.

Zhao Jiashu and Li Ang kept giving him meaningful glances, indicating that he had really angered Chen Zhuo this time.

After this incident, Chen Zhuo disliked Xie Yu even more. This kid was good for nothing except for his face and body. He could be described as “shameless” and “brazen.”

Chen Zhuo was drying his hair with a towel on his head, and a cloud of black aura seemed to be constantly emanating from him, a whole low-pressure system.

Xie Yu knew he was in the wrong, “Okay, I won’t go pee when you’re taking a shower next time, alright? But a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, can’t you understand?”

Chen Zhuo ignored him.

Xie Yu leaned against the bed frame with one shoulder, reaching out to try to pull away the towel covering Chen Zhuo’s face, but before he could touch it, Chen Zhuo slapped it away, hitting the back of his hand with a crisp sound.

Chen Zhuo looked at him coldly, “Don’t provoke me.”

“I didn’t even pee on you! What are you being so dramatic about!” Xie Yu’s temper flared up as well, yelling, “You just sprayed me with the showerhead! My pants are all wet! I didn’t even hit you!”

Chen Zhuo closed his eyes, as if unable to bear his noise, stuck two index fingers in his ears, and slowly went to the balcony.

Although he didn’t say a word, it was extremely insulting.

Xie Yu was burning with anger, taking a step forward to try to grab Chen Zhuo by the back of his neck, but he didn’t expect Chen Zhuo to hear the movement and dodge to the right.

So Xie Yu grabbed in the wrong direction, his fingertips brushing against Chen Zhuo’s damp bathrobe sleeve, and in the pull, exposing half of Chen Zhuo’s shoulder.

Just as Xie Yu had said, they were both guys, what you have I have too, and he had seen it all in the bathroom just now.

But when Chen Zhuo turned around with his robe open, Xie Yu’s eyes still involuntarily flickered away.

The broken fan above their heads was turning with a “squeak.”

Chen Zhuo tightened the belt of his bathrobe with a dark face, and smiled through gritted teeth, “Xie Yu, don’t tell me you like me? You had to squeeze in when I was taking a shower, and now you’re pulling my clothes, are you gay?”

He said this purely to disgust Xie Yu. Someone like Xie Yu probably couldn’t be bent even if you tried.

Zhao Jiashu and Li Ang, who were already in bed preparing for a nap, stuck their heads out to watch the show.

Xie Yu’s eyes widened, looking at Chen Zhuo as if he had seen a ghost, his handsome face full of shock, “What nonsense are you talking about? I like you? You’re dreaming! You’re the one who’s gay!”

Chen Zhuo was like a cat catching a mouse, finding amusement in it. He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Oh? Really? Then why are you blushing?”

Xie Yu subconsciously touched his face, “I’m blushing? What a joke? Where am I blushing?”

“Not blushing? Let me see.”

In his pupils, Chen Zhuo’s face was getting closer and closer. Xie Yu’s back was against the bed frame, and in the citrus fragrance, a trace of nervousness actually arose.

Could it be that he was really blushing?

Chen Zhuo suddenly laughed, the corners of his eyes curving into a gentle arc, his eyes twinkling with cunning.

Xie Yu smelled a conspiracy, but before he could react, he was blocked by Chen Zhuo, who was half a head shorter than him, and stood there dumbfounded.

Chen Zhuo quickly patted Xie Yu’s face with the back of his hand, stepped aside, and nodded in satisfaction, “Okay, now you’re red.”