Chapter 19: The Vicious Fake Young Master of a Wealthy Family · 19

The interior space of the S University dormitory wasn’t overly large, but the gap between the two rows of bed-desks still had a width of about one and a half meters.

At this moment, the floor space in the middle of the room meant for walking was completely filled with Su Wenyu’s things.

His three suitcases were opened and scattered across the open floor. His clothes—shirts, pants, shoes—were strewn everywhere in messy piles, looking like discarded garbage.

Zhou Xu watched helplessly as Su Wenyu crouched by the chair, folding clothes. He’d barely managed to fold one decent-looking piece when, as he stood up, the stack of books piled behind him was knocked over, scattering across the floor.

Su Wenyu frantically turned around to pick up the books, only to accidentally step on a piece of paper lying on the ground. His foot slipped, and in his panic, he only managed to grab the nearest chair for support.

Consequently, the already somewhat wrinkled clothes he’d painstakingly folded on the chair successfully tumbled to the floor as well.

Zhou Xu: “…”

He was truly witnessing a marvel.

How could someone be so clumsy, as if their limbs didn’t belong to them?

Su Wenyu’s tidying was a complete mess—messing up one thing while trying to fix another, failing even at what he focused on. Everything was chaotic.

Most of his clothes still had the tags attached. Brand new clothes were crumpled on the floor like that, wrinkled into balls. Zhou Xu, who had a slight case of obsessive-compulsive tendencies, clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides repeatedly.

Su Wenyu, holding a pile of books in his arms, his butt sticking out, his brow covered in sweat, stood up. The moment he turned around and saw Zhou Xu standing at the dormitory door, his eyes lit up instantly, and he exclaimed in surprise, “You’re back!”

Zhou Xu surveyed the scene inside the room with a grim expression. Honestly, he regretted it.

He should have moved out. That way, even if Su Wenyu’s own room was a mess, out of sight, out of mind, it would have nothing to do with him.

But now, with the two of them sharing a dorm, whether it was clean or not affected Zhou Xu’s mood to a certain extent.

And right now, his mood was terrible.

“I was gone for just… a short half hour.” The last few words were practically forced out through Zhou Xu’s clenched teeth, word by word.

Su Wenyu set the pile of books on the desk, but they didn’t stay put. Several books from the top tumbled down with a clatter, causing the veins on Zhou Xu’s forehead to pop out.

“You were only gone for half an hour?” Su Wenyu crouched down again to pick up the books that had fallen who-knows-how-many times. Then, left hand on his hip, right hand wiping the sweat from his forehead, with the demeanor of someone who’d been tidying up for ages, he said, “I felt like I’d been cleaning for half the day before you came back.”

Zhou Xu took a deep breath, struggling to suppress his rising irritation.

“Tell me, is this current state of the dorm the result of your tidying?” Zhou Xu asked, watching a pen holder that had somehow rolled to his feet. A vein on his forehead pulsed violently.

Faced with the choice of kicking the pen holder away or picking it up, his obsessive-compulsive disorder flared up, and he chose to pick it up. Using his long legs, he carefully found footing on the cluttered floor, placing the pen holder with a thud on the innermost part of Su Wenyu’s desk.

He didn’t believe it could fall again if he put it there!

Su Wenyu was startled by the noise he made putting it down and quickly reminded him, “Be gentle. That pen holder is plastic, it breaks easily.”

At these words, Zhou Xu nearly crushed the pen holder in his hand outright.

Not only could he not clean up after himself, but he even dared to have complaints.

Su Wenyu watched the muscles on Zhou Xu’s forearm tense. He reached out and patted them with a hint of envy: “So hard.”

Zhou Xu instantly released the pen holder, retreating from Su Wenyu as if electrified, and said warily, “What are you touching me for?”

Su Wenyu raised his own arm to compare and sighed in admiration: “Nothing, I’m just envious of your muscles. If only I had a build like yours.”

Zhou Xu tried to imagine Su Wenyu’s androgynously beautiful face paired with a muscular, King Kong-like body.

Forget it. Better not imagine it.

It was terrifying.

“Alright, if you can’t tidy up, go sit on the bed. Don’t get in the way.” Zhou Xu pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling his temper had been thoroughly tempered by Su Wenyu. He actually managed to endure it.

Su Wenyu looked even more pleasantly surprised: “You’re going to help me tidy up?”

Zhou Xu: “What else? Wait for you to accidentally set the dorm on fire and kill us both while tidying?”

A question mark popped up above Su Wenyu’s head. He didn’t quite understand what Zhou Xu was thinking.

Zhou Xu waved his hand impatiently, shooing him towards the bed: “Alright, hurry up and get up there. Don’t get in the way.”

He really didn’t know where Su Wenyu got the confidence to shoo the butler away initially, ending up with all the hassle falling on him.

Su Wenyu didn’t get angry even when looked at with displeasure. On the contrary, he was very happy that Zhou Xu would help him. Carefully finding a path on the floor to place his feet, he crept to the ladder, gripped its sides, and prepared to climb up to his bed.

The first few steps were alright. Su Wenyu found it simple.

But when he was almost at the top, Su Wenyu froze mid-air in confusion.

The upper bunks in the dorm shared a single ladder between two beds, and the ladder was perfectly vertical, without any angle at all.

With both hands gripping the ladder’s edges, one foot on a rung, and the other leg lifted, trying to hook onto the bed, Su Wenyu wanted to use momentum to hoist himself up. But he couldn’t muster any strength in his arms or legs, and he was stuck in that position, unable to move.

For someone like Su Wenyu, who’d lived in a sanatorium since childhood and barely ever even climbed stairs, the dorm ladder was genuinely quite challenging.

For his first attempt, climbing to this extent, he felt he’d done quite well. All that remained was a little external assistance.

So just as Zhou Xu had dragged a suitcase to the wall to clear a path, Su Wenyu’s voice, seeking help, came from above his head: “Bro, I can’t get up. Give me a boost from below.”

What couldn’t he get up?

Zhou Xu lifted his head and saw Su Wenyu hanging onto the ladder in a pitiful manner.

Zhou Xu: “…”

He wasn’t surprised one bit.

“You can’t climb a ladder, why live in a dorm?” Zhou Xu grumbled, clearly annoyed.

Su Wenyu found an angle to lower his head and meet his gaze, his tone ingratiating: “The first time requires learning. I’ll know how next time. Just help me out first.”

Zhou Xu really didn’t want to help. He’d never met anyone who couldn’t climb into an upper bunk and even suspected Su Wenyu was looking for an excuse to make physical contact with him.

“Bro, hurry up! I’m about to fall!” Su Wenyu’s hands were losing strength. His body felt like it was about to sink downward, and the foot hooked onto the bed edge tried even harder to hold on.

The more he tried, the more pitiful he looked.

Watching Su Wenyu struggling to hang onto the ladder like a mentally challenged monkey, a surge of pity for the disabled rose in Zhou Xu’s heart.

Whatever. Judging by his state, he probably really couldn’t get up.

Zhou Xu stepped forward, carefully avoiding his butt and the large expanse of his waist exposed by his movement. He directly supported his thigh. With a slight exertion of his arm, he effortlessly lifted him onto the bed.

The moment Su Wenyu climbed onto the bed, he heaved a sigh of relief.

He’d thought Zhou Xu might just ignore him. He really was almost out of strength and about to fall.

“Thank you, Brother~” Su Wenyu thanked him sweetly, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down.

Zhou Xu frowned at him: “Sit further in. If you fall, are you expecting me to catch you?”

Su Wenyu obediently scooted inward, then craned his neck to watch Zhou Xu bustling about below.

Unlike Su Wenyu, who only made things messier the more he “tidied,” Zhou Xu was clearly someone very skilled at doing chores. He worked methodically and efficiently.

First, he sorted out the clothes not suitable for the current season, folded them neatly, and placed them on the bottom shelf of the wardrobe. Then he hung the season-appropriate clothes on hangers on the rod above.

Next came Su Wenyu’s shoes, hats, and a bunch of accessories that looked completely useless.

Sitting on his bed, Su Wenyu saw Zhou Xu pull a semi-transparent waterproof bag from the suitcase and quickly called out, “Those are underwear. You can just put them in the wardrobe as is.”

Zhou Xu’s hand paused mid-action, and the waterproof bag dropped directly onto the nearby chair.

“Put them away yourself,” Zhou Xu said coldly before moving on to deal with other things.

Listening to 520 continuously reporting the increase in Villain Value in the background, Su Wenyu truly didn’t understand how he had provoked him.

Could it be that making the male lead help him clean up his mess also counted as a form of bullying?

But this was something the male lead chose to do himself, wasn’t it?

Su Wenyu was genuinely baffled.

By the time Zhou Xu had sorted, categorized, and neatly put away the contents of Su Wenyu’s three suitcases and the toiletry items the butler brought, an hour had passed.

It wasn’t that Zhou Xu was particularly slow. It was because Su Wenyu’s miscellaneous items were just too many, and Zhou Xu, having a touch of obsessive-compulsive disorder, had to fold the clothes perfectly, and separate accessories into hand-worn and neck-worn categories. He spent too much time on such details.

Sitting on his bed, Su Wenyu watched as the formerly chaotic dormitory transformed under Zhou Xu’s hands, as if by magic, into something clean and orderly. His heart was filled with admiration for him.

“Can I come down now?” Su Wenyu asked.

Zhou Xu replied, “Wait a bit longer.”

He hadn’t finished tidying his own things yet.

So Su Wenyu changed his position, lying on his stomach on the bed to look down. He watched Zhou Xu open his own suitcase and methodically put his season-appropriate clothes into the wardrobe.

“You only brought this few things?” Su Wenyu asked, curious.

“If I’m missing anything, I’ll just go home and get it on the weekend,” Zhou Xu said.

Su Wenyu immediately wore an expression of enlightened admiration: “Ah, why didn’t I think of that!”

Zhou Xu: “Because you’re dumb.”

Su Wenyu wasn’t pleased: “A dummy couldn’t have gotten into S University.”

Zhou Xu nodded: “Then you’re a slightly intelligent dummy.”

Su Wenyu: “…”

So infuriating, but he didn’t know how to retort.

Su Wenyu racked his brains trying to think of a comeback, but before he could formulate one, Zhou Xu finished organizing his own belongings. He temporarily stacked both their empty suitcases in the corner of the balcony and said, “Alright, you can come down now.”

Su Wenyu instantly tossed his retort out of his mind. Sitting at the edge of his bed, he grabbed the ladder, preparing to descend.

Zhou Xu walked in from the balcony just in time to see Su Wenyu attempting a bizarre descent, his back to the ladder and facing outward. He frowned and called out to stop him: “Don’t get down that way; you’ll easily fall…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Su Wenyu’s foot slipped. Zhou Xu immediately jolted into action, rushing forward to catch him. But he was just a little too far. Su Wenyu’s foot hit the ground, his ankle twisted, and he fell with a loud thud.

“Hiss… ah, it hurts.” Su Wenyu felt like he nearly broke apart from the fall. When he propped himself up on his arms to sit up from the floor, any movement of his ankle caused a painful, sore ache, making him gasp repeatedly.

Looking up to meet Zhou Xu’s dark, gloomy expression, Su Wenyu tried to soothe himself by muttering “doesn’t hurt, doesn’t hurt” while forcing a sheepish, nervous grin at Zhou Xu: “Bro… I think I twisted my ankle.”