Online Dating Fiasco with the Campus Heartthrob (DATING)
In the end, Ji Su overcame his mental barriers and underwent an intensive two-day training on the "sweetie voice."
After reviewing the results, Qiao Jin gave him high praise: "As long as it’s not someone who knows you really well, no one will be able to tell you’re a guy!"
Ji Su felt a bit more confident, but he didn’t immediately reach out to G for a voice call.
Coincidentally, G had been busy lately and seemed to have temporarily forgotten about it.
Of course, it would be even better if the jerk could agree to an online relationship without voice calls because using the sweetie voice was exhausting.
On Friday afternoon, after classes ended, Qiao Jin dragged Ji Su to the gymnasium to watch Zhou Yang’s game.
The previous basketball match between the Architecture and Law departments had ended predictably with the Architecture department being eliminated.
To avoid causing tension in their dorm, Qiao Jin hadn’t attended that game because he fear he might cheer too loudly for the Law department.
If he had, he probably would have been strangled by Zhao Ziyun.
But today’s match was between the Law and Finance departments, so Qiao Jin could freely cheer for Zhou Yang.
Knowing they were coming to watch, Zhou Yang had even reserved seats for them in the best viewing area.
"Xiao Qiao, where are you and Zhou Yang at now?" Ji Su asked softly as he sat down while glancing at the buzz-cut boy in the rest area who was grinning at them.
"Let me think…" Qiao Jin hesitated. "We’re probably still at the 'just friends' stage."
Ji Su followed up, "Have you figured out his orientation yet?"
"I can’t just go up and ask him if he’s into guys. That’d be so rude, so I’ve been dropping hints," Qiao Jin sighed. "But I can’t tell if he’s genuinely clueless or just pretending to be."
Ji Su encouraged him, "At least he doesn’t seem to mind you. Take it slow."
Qiao Jin lowered his voice, "But I did some digging. He’s never had a girlfriend his entire life. What does that tell you?"
Ji Su thought for a moment, "That there’s an equal chance he likes guys or girls?"
"Exactly!" Qiao Jin perked up. "Which means I still have a good shot!"
Just then, a tall figure appeared in the gymnasium and caused a familiar stir.
Gu Zhao stood in the rest area with one hand in his pocket and said a few words to his teammates before walking toward the stands.
Ji Su was puzzled, "Gu Zhao isn’t playing today?"
"Right, he’s not," Qiao Jin began to explain. "Do you know why?"
Ji Su shook his head, "No."
"Gu Zhao picks his opponents. If they’re too weak, he doesn’t bother playing," Qiao Jin said with a laugh. "Last time, he personally played against the Architecture department. Even though we lost, it was an honorable defeat!"
Ji Su smiled, "That’s interesting."
As they spoke, Gu Zhao strode over with his impossibly long legs.
The next moment, Ji Su’s eyes met his.
Those dark eyes were as cold as ever and devoid of any emotion, as if nothing in the world could spark his interest.
Ji Su recalled the words his senior had once said: "I suspect he doesn’t even like humans."
In a way, he envied someone like that, but at the same time, it felt a bit pitiful.
Thinking this, Ji Su curved his lips into a soft, gentle smile.
Since Gu Zhao hadn’t shown any hostility toward him, he could take the initiative to be friendly.
Seemingly caught off guard by his reaction, Gu Zhao paused and a faint, indescribable expression flickering across his face.
But the moment passed quickly, and the campus heartthrob soon resumed his usual impassive demeanor as he turned to sit down in the stands.
Ji Su tucked away his smile and the slight disappointment he felt as he focused on the basketball game.
Maybe G was right.
There was no need to go out of your way to please someone who didn’t like you.
The match between the Law and Finance departments was supposed to be a one-sided affair, but after a while, even Ji Su, who knew little about basketball, could tell something was off.
"Damn it! Why are the Finance guys playing so dirty?" Qiao Jin cursed as he watched. "Is this basketball or a brawl?"
Knowing they were outmatched, the Finance team had resorted to a man-to-man marking strategy that essentially ensured that if they couldn’t score, neither could their opponents. Some players even deliberately body-checked their opponents multiple times.
Ji Su watched the scene unfold while feeling confused, "Isn’t this kind of play a foul?"
"It is! The referee’s just pretending to be blind today!" Qiao Jin smacked his thigh in frustration. "If those Finance jerks hurt my Zhou Yang, I’ll make them pay!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the gymnasium erupted into chaos.
Ji Su looked over to see Wang Mingzhe on the ground after being knocked over, apparently injured.
The referee immediately blew the whistle to pause the game.
Qiao Jin shot to his feet, "What the hell!"
At the same time, Gu Zhao, sitting in the front row, also stood up.
His handsome face remained expressionless, but the icy aura radiating from him could be felt even from several meters away.
Ji Su felt that Gu Zhao was probably angry.
Wang Mingzhe, who was injured, had to leave the court to rest, and Gu Zhao replaced him.
Just as the second half began, the Finance Department was completely dominated.
Gu Zhao was like a black panther on the hunt and his aura is fully unleashed.
His speed was astonishing, and his explosive power was even more impressive. His sharp claws and fangs seemed to seal the fate of his opponents and always force them to retreat. No one dared to physically confront him anymore.
Inspired by his performance, the team's morale soared, and they quickly regained their rhythm.
The gymnasium erupted in waves of cheers and screams, and within just over ten minutes, the atmosphere reached its peak.
After the match, Gu Zhao turned and walked toward the rest area.
Sweat dripped from his dark hair, and the intensity in his deep-set eyes hadn’t fully dissipated yet. He walked over with a casual stride, but the aura around him was still intimidating.
Qiao Jin, while leaning on the back of a chair, sat back down weakly: "Damn, Gu Zhao is so handsome that even my legs are a bit weak…"
The atmosphere in the gym was electrifying, and Ji Su felt his blood boiling too. He nodded in agreement: "He’s really handsome."
If the usual Gu Zhao was an unfathomable iceberg, then today’s performance on the court showed that even an iceberg could erupt.
Perhaps Gu Zhao wasn’t as cold and heartless as others imagined?
Ji Su thought this as his gaze unconsciously followed Gu Zhao’s figure.
Gu Zhao entered the rest area. He casually grabbed a bottle of mineral water, twisted it open, and tilted his head back to drink.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and the water that couldn’t be swallowed in time dripped down his chiseled jawline then soaking the collar of his shirt. Mixed with sweat, it clung to the contours of his chest muscles.
Ji Su began to drift off: 'This guy has such a great physique. If I started working out seriously now, could I achieve a similar build?'
Gu Zhao, off the court, seemed to sense his gaze and suddenly looked in his direction.
Ji Su blinked and pretended to turn away nonchalantly: "Qiao Jin, can we leave now?"
Qiao Jin looked concerned: "I wonder how Zhou Yang’s roommate is doing."
"Qiao Jin!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yang came running over. "Old Wang seems to have injured his bones. I’m planning to take him to the hospital with Brother Gu."
"Oh, you should go to the hospital right away!" Qiao Jin quickly responded. "Do you need any help?"
"No, no, Brother Gu and I can handle it." Zhou Yang waved his hand. "You guys go back first. We’ll catch up later."
Qiao Jin didn’t insist: "Alright, we’ll chat on WeChat."
After seeing Zhou Yang and the others off, he and Ji Su decided to head to the cafeteria for dinner.
During dinner, Qiao Jin was still reliving the exciting moments of the game and couldn’t help but sigh: "I really wonder what kind of heavenly beauty could win over Gu Zhao."
Ji Su replied: "Who knows?"
Qiao Jin leaned in closer: "Hey, Susu, do you think Gu Zhao might actually be asexual? Or maybe he has some other issue?"
Ji Su frowned slightly before putting down his chopsticks, and said seriously: "Qiao Jin, whether or not someone wants to date in college is a personal choice. Maybe he feels there are more important things to focus on. We can’t judge him for that."
"That’s true." Qiao Jin nodded. "Like you, for example. You don’t want to date either."
"You know my situation." Ji Su smiled helplessly. "Besides, I just want to focus on studying architecture right now."
Qiao Jin laughed happily: "I know. It’s just that most of your pursuers are guys, right?"
Ji Su: "..."
Since starting university, Ji Su has had quite a few suitors.
Perhaps because he was too pretty and had a good personality, the number of male pursuers even outnumbered the female ones.
He personally had no issue with homosexuality—otherwise, he wouldn’t be so close with Qiao Jin—but he was a straight guy through and through, and being confessed to by someone of the same sex still troubled him.
"Alright, alright, let’s not talk about your sad stories." Qiao Jin picked up a chicken leg from his bowl and put it in Ji Su’s. "Eat more to get stronger, and then no gay guys will bother you!"
Ji Su: "Thanks…"
.......
Back in the dorm, Ji Su opened his phone and logged into his WeChat alternate account.
G hadn’t sent him any new messages, and their conversation was still stuck on yesterday.
Meng Meng: [Senior, I watched an amazing basketball game today!]
Ji Su thought G, who liked playing basketball, would be interested in this topic, but he didn’t get a reply immediately.
Feeling puzzled, Ji Su continued studying while waiting for a response.
An hour later, he felt something must be wrong.
Ji Su tapped into their chat.
He scrolled through the messages, and realized he hadn’t sent G any leg photos for a few days.
Had some girl with even prettier legs appeared in G’s contacts that made him lose interest again?
Ji Su unconsciously bit his lower lip as he thought for a while, and decided to send a new leg photo to test the waters.
He glanced back and saw Qiao Jin lying on the bed playing with his phone and completely unaware of what he was doing.
Ji Su also took his phone to bed then quietly removed his pants, and looked down at his legs.
He adjusted his position then took a photo from above, and sent it to G.
When Gu Zhao picked up his phone and opened WeChat, the first thing he saw was a leg photo.
The slightly arched thigh was as white as fine jade that it made the red mole on the side of the leg even more striking.
The knee joint was a soft pink that was connected to the slender and straight calf. It wasn’t hard to imagine how red it would become if one knelt for too long.
This time, part of the foot was also captured in the photo.
It was as white and translucent as a piece of jade, with faint blue veins visible on the instep. The toes were round and cute, the nails tinged with a light pink, and the whole foot was unbelievably beautiful.
Gu Zhao stared at the photo as his dark pupils contracted slightly, and his breathing noticeably deepened.
After a while, his expression returned to normal, and he leaned against the table as he typed a reply.
G: [Just got back to the dorm.]
…………..
On the other end, Ji Su finally received a reply. Upon reading the content, he couldn't help but curl his lips slightly.
It was always the same—just back to the dormitory.
What a coincidence that it was always every time after he sent a photo of his legs.
What a jerk.
Clearly, he was deliberately trying to get Ji Su to send leg photos.
Meng Meng: [You’re back to the dorm so late? Did you have dinner, Senior?]
The sweet and obedient Meng Meng didn’t complain about the senior’s delayed reply but instead immediately offered her concern.
G: [Yes.]
G: [Are you going to bed?]
Meng Meng: [How could I sleep without hearing from you, Senior…]
G: [I’ll keep my phone with me next time.]
Ji Su straightened his back when he felt as though the progress bar was waving at him but then, the other party sent another message.
G: [You can come watch me play basketball.]
Ji Su was momentarily stunned.
He then realized that this was a response to his earlier comment about watching an exciting basketball game today.
Meng Meng: [Senior wants to see me?]
G: [Don’t you want to see me?]
Meng Meng: [Of course I do!]
Meng Meng: [It’s just that I’d be a little shy…]
G: [Were you shy when you sent the leg photo?]
Ji Su’s face flushed red.
Of course, he was shy when sending leg photos, but how else was he supposed to attract the attention of this jerk?
Meng Meng: [Senior doesn’t like it when I send leg photos?]
Meng Meng: [Crying cat emoji.jpg]
G: [I like it.]
Meng Meng: [So Senior only likes Meng Meng’s legs?]
G: [Your feet are nice too.]
Ji Su: “…”
He’s doing this on purpose, right? This jerk is definitely doing this on purpose.
G: [Do you send these kinds of photos to others too?]
Meng Meng: [Why do you ask?]
Meng Meng: [Confused cat gif.gif]
G: [No reason.]
Ji Su let out a cold laugh and slowly typed a reply.
Meng Meng: [I haven’t sent them to anyone else, only to you, Senior…]
It’s important to satisfy a man’s vanity and possessiveness to make him feel special.
However, the jerk was more rational than Ji Su had imagined.
G: [What about the first one?]
Meng Meng: [That one was sent to my best friend.]
Meng Meng: [And I was wearing shorts in that one, so it’s not a big deal…]
There was a moment of silence before a reply popped up.
G: [The one you just sent me—were you wearing shorts?]
Ji Su’s ears turned red, and his fair cheeks burned.
After pretending to be serious for so long, the jerk had finally revealed his true nature!
Today, Ji Su was wearing a pair of plain cotton briefs.
When he took the photo earlier, he deliberately avoided the crotch area, so the photo looked as if he were completely naked…
What if the other guy asked to “see” what he was actually wearing? How would he explain the bulge…
Ji Su glanced down at himself, and suddenly, an idea struck him.
He flipped over onto the bed, stretched his arm, and awkwardly took a blind selfie.
After checking the photo, the heat that had just faded from his face came rushing back.
In the photo, the person was lying on the bed with the hem of his shirt rolled up to reveal a slender, pale waist.
The edge of the black fabric was tucked into his narrow hips, with the faint outline of two deep dimples visible. His plump and perky buttocks stretched the fabric into two round curves, seamlessly connected to his fair thighs.
Ji Su had never scrutinized his body like this before. Why did it look so… in the photo?
It must be the angle, right?
Yes, that had to be it!
Ji Su didn’t dare look any longer.
With a flushed face, he sent the photo to G.
But the moment he sent it, he regretted it and quickly withdrew the photo.
Almost immediately, a message followed.
G: [Didn’t see it clearly.]
G: [Send it again.]