After blocking him, he sent me my IP address with a straight face. "You're at Lancaster University too?" "You better pray I don't catch you." "Or else, I'm going to f*ck you up." 01 Reading these three anonymous messages, I was shivering in my English Literature class. Because the victim, the academic god Silas Vance, was sitting right in front of me. He looked focused, seemingly listening to the lecture, but in reality, the pen in his hand was about to snap. I could tell he was furious. He had been contacting me from different numbers for days. I ignored them all. So he resorted to crawling the web and digging out my IP address. Doomed. Silas Vance wants to "f*ck me up"? How exactly? I looked at his biceps, clearly sculpted from frequent gym sessions. Even under his loose sportswear, the muscle definition was visible. One punch, and I'd be in pieces, right? I sat on pins and needles for the entire class. As soon as class ended, I sprinted back to the dorm. The first thing I did was shut down my computer. After that day, I didn't dare turn on my computer to play games for a whole month. 02 My feud with Silas Vance started two months ago. Silas was the perfect student, beating me in every competition. This year, sophomore year, I missed out on the scholarship again. Because Silas participated in the university's computer software competition and got an A-grade award. Everyone in that competition was a genius, mostly grad students. I heard Silas's aunt was the dean. Who knows what strings were pulled to get him into that team. Wasn't this blatant nepotism? I was indignant. Just then, my childhood friend failed a class and came crying to me, begging me to write his paper. "Come on, isn't Lancaster full of talent? Writing a paper is nothing to you. Just help me this once, I'll give you five thousand bucks, and I'll call you Daddy forever." "I'm a Law major, you're Computer Science. What do I know about..." Suddenly, I paused. Didn't Silas minor in Law? Immediately, I agreed to my friend's request. Not for the five thousand bucks. Mainly because I wanted a new son. That night, I registered a burner account and started my journey of flirting. I sent Silas a picture of a girl with a great body I found online. [Me: Hey handsome, wanna hang out?] Not long after, he replied. [Him: I like men.] Me: ? Then I saw the red exclamation mark. Blocked? Damn, bad start. Frustrated, I registered another burner account using my dad's number. This time I was more cautious. I liked his tweets every day, commented occasionally. Until one day, he replied, asking if I was also into programming. I knew my chance had come. I pretended to be a straight guy, saying I was a Law major just interested in CS. Gradually, we chatted more and more. One ambiguous night. I "accidentally" sent him a mirror selfie, just showing my waist. Everyone who saw my waist praised it. Slim, curvy, and fair skin. [Me: God Silas, I lost so much weight recently.] [Him: What happened?] [Me: Can't write my paper. Professor said if I don't submit, I'll fail again. It's too hard (crying emoji)] "Typing..." appeared for a long time. [Me: Gotta go, might not have time to chat recently.] He replied instantly— [Him: Wait. I'll help you. Send me the topic.] In the dark dorm room, I laughed maniacally under my covers. God Silas, just wait until I play you like a dog. ... I promised Silas that if he helped me finish, we would meet up, and I might even date him. He was hooked, saying good morning and good night every day. Later, Silas sent me the completed paper in less than a week. Low plagiarism rate, clearly written with care. I thanked him. [Victim #1: When do we meet? Sunday works? Weather is nice.] [Victim #1: Is your waist really that slim? Feels like one hand could hold it.] [Victim #1: Can I see other photos?] [Victim #1: Why aren't you replying? Did I offend you?] Just as Silas sent the apology. The next second, he received the notification that he was blocked. I could imagine the look of shock on his face. So satisfying. 03 My friend's five thousand hit my account. I immediately bought a new pair of Jordans. Went to the basketball court, and of course, ran into Silas Vance. I was changing in the locker room. Shirt off. I thought the footsteps behind me were my teammates. "Who are we playing next? I don't want to play forward anymore." The person behind didn't speak. I turned around and saw Silas staring at my waist. I jumped, quickly covering my upper body with my jersey. "What are you doing?" Silas looked away. "Sorry. You were blocking my locker." I felt guilty, quickly putting on my jersey and leaving. To avoid Silas recognizing the online pic, I had sent a picture of my slim waist. Did he recognize it? But I used a filter on that photo. Judging by his reaction, he probably didn't. Walked onto the court. Didn't expect my friends had called Silas and his crew to play. I stared at Silas's tall figure. Damn, how do I win against that? The whistle blew. I played uneasily. Thought I'd lose miserably, but Silas wasn't that good. I dunked on him several times. Just now, in a face-off, I almost fell, and he gentlemanly held my waist. I scored a three-pointer and won the game. I actually beat Silas Vance for once? So satisfying. I lifted my shirt to wipe the sweat from my forehead. Silas was drinking water, but his gaze drifted over. I quickly put my shirt down. After the game, Silas asked if we wanted to grab dinner together. I said I was busy and slipped away. 04 Even though we were in the same class, I didn't interact much with Silas. Half a month passed, and Silas hadn't found me. Must have let it go, right? After all, Lancaster U is huge. How could he pinpoint me? School anniversary, holiday. I signed up for a hiking trip with my club, three days and two nights. I arrived late at the meeting point. Everyone had already been assigned rooms at the hotel. The club president pointed to a guy on the corner sofa: "There. You sleep with him tonight." I looked over and met Silas's deep eyes. I paused, shaking my head frantically. "President, are there any other rooms?" "No. Others are couples or girl groups. The only single guy left is Silas. You're both guys, no problem." Huge problem, okay? I was terrified he'd see my body. After dinner, the president organized some interactive games to break the ice. I deliberately sat far away from Silas. I sat next to the president, Ethan. Ethan was very gentle, taking care of everyone. Seeing me lose too much, he even took the penalties for me. Across the crowd. I locked eyes with Silas from afar. He was quietly drinking orange juice, his gaze like a dormant wolf. At the time, I didn't understand why he kept staring at me. At night, back in the room. He closed the door and locked it. I came out of the shower to find him standing right outside the bathroom door. I was startled, tried to step around him. But he blocked the door, his gaze sweeping over my bathrobe at the waist. "Do you know Chuck?" "Huh? Who's that?" I pretended to be calm, but was panicking inside. Chuck was my childhood friend. Silas stepped closer. "Lucas, stop pretending. "Or should I call you... Li Yue?" "......" Li Yue was the fake name I used when catfishing him. Doomed. I stepped back, slipped on the water. Silas caught me. His eyes were deep, teeth gritted. "It really is slim. I thought the mole on your waist looked familiar last time. "Lucas, was it fun playing me? Do you know how I spent this past month? "Remember what I said? What happens if I catch you?" I swallowed hard. "Didn't you say you'd f*ck me up? Come on then if you dare." He sneered: "Don't cry later." I clenched my fists, ready. When it comes to fighting, I've never been afraid. But Silas suddenly stepped forward and locked the bathroom door. Grabbed a bottle of body wash. ?
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