HRMCF Chapter 5

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Shen Yan got out of the car and turned to Zhao Linsu inside, saying, “Text me when you get home.”

Zhao Linsu waved a hand nonchalantly, wearing a “I’ll think about it” expression, and stepped on the gas, nearly blasting Shen Yan in the face with exhaust fumes.

Watching the SUV drive off, Shen Yan’s mouth twitched. He couldn’t help wondering: Is Zhao Linsu torturing me in his sexual fantasies or something?

Sure, they’d been friends for ten years and had a solid bond, but their daily interactions were basically just not treating each other like human beings.

He really didn’t know what kind of twisted curiosity led Zhao Linsu to start fantasizing about him.

Shen Yan played with a dog in the stairwell.

The mutt had the name “Jenny” floating steadily above her head. Shen Yan patted her short fur and gently advised, “That’s a German Shepherd, you wouldn’t even be able to reach them if you jumped.”

The little dog didn’t understand. She only knew she wanted meat treats.

“You and Zhao Linsu are kinda the same, you know that? Can you tell me what’s going on in his head?”

The dog munched happily, tail wagging.

Shen Yan couldn’t help sighing in his heart: Even the dog shakes its head.

Zhao Linsu’s rented place wasn’t far—only about a ten-minute drive. Shen Yan waited until he figured enough time had passed, then couldn’t resist sending a WeChat message.

[sy: You home yet?]

[Son: Parking.]

[sy: Hurry.]

[Son: ?]

[Son: What’s the rush?]

Shen Yan: “……”

For some reason, even when Zhao Linsu texted normal things now, it all felt weird to Shen Yan.

And then Zhao Linsu started spamming his phone again.

[Son: Car parked.]
[Son: Left foot stepping out.]
[Son: Right foot too.]
[Son: Closing the door.]
[Son: Locking car.]

Shen Yan couldn’t hold it anymore and sent a sticker that basically said, “You’re nuts.”

[Son: Just trying to keep you from getting anxious.]

[sy: …I’m not anxious.]
[sy: Take your sweet time. Thanks.]

Peace at last.

Shen Yan stared at his phone and suffered for another ten minutes.

[sy: Upstairs yet?]

[Son: Showering.]

Shen Yan almost howled at the ceiling. Shower my ass. You’re supposed to watch the clip first, then shower!

Forget it, the bastard was probably doing it on purpose.

Shen Yan went to his computer and quickly found some random clip. Without even checking the content, he just sent it to Zhao Linsu via QQ offline transfer.

[sy: Sent you the clip. Watch it.]

Zhao Linsu didn’t reply. Probably in the shower.

Shen Yan didn’t want to sit there waiting. He hadn’t really paid attention in today’s big lecture, so he borrowed notes from Zhu Ningbo and started studying.

The lecture was pretty hard, and self-studying was a struggle. Shen Yan kept silently cursing Zhao Linsu while trying to focus.

When he finally escaped the ocean of knowledge, it was already six.

Starving, Shen Yan went to the kitchen to make instant noodles.

While waiting for the water to boil, he opened QQ.

Lo and behold—he had sent that offline file at around four, and it was now six. Zhao Linsu still hadn’t downloaded it.

Seriously? Did he fall into the damn bath? Even Yang Guifei wouldn’t have taken that long in the hot springs!

Shen Yan bit his nail and had no choice but to message him again.

[sy: Where you at?]

No reply for ages.

Shen Yan gave up and called him directly.

Zhao Linsu picked up.

“What?”

His voice was lazy, like nothing was wrong.

Shen Yan held back his frustration. “Did you watch the thing I sent?”

“Yeah. What, you want a 500-word review?”

“Bull—”

“You didn’t even download it. How’d you watch it?”

There was a three-second pause on the other end.

Shen Yan thought: He really just lied through his teeth. No shame whatsoever.

But Zhao Linsu still sounded totally calm and didn’t sound guilty at all. “Not interested.”

Shen Yan: Not into the video, huh? But you're fantasizing about your best bro instead?

“No. You have to watch it.”

“Why?”

“Because… because it’s a great video. The girl in it is super cute. My goddess. I don’t share this with just anyone. I’m only sending it to you because you’re my bro. This is called a recommendation. Ever heard of it?”

Zhao Linsu chuckled, “Never heard of recommending that kind of clip.”

That made Shen Yan’s ears feel hot.

Damn it, why does this whole exchange make me sound like the pervert?

There was only one pervert here, and it wasn’t him!

Shen Yan plowed on, “Cut the crap. You're watching it tonight, no excuses.”

“Before bed.”

“Really? Don’t lie. I want a screenshot after you watch it.”

“You monitoring my online courses or something?”

Zhao Linsu hung up right after that.

The tone of that last sentence clearly had a bit of annoyance in it.

Shen Yan knew he was pushing too hard, but he couldn’t help it. Ever since he saw his name floating over Zhao Linsu’s head, he’d been on edge.

[sy: It’s seriously good.]
[sy: Just give it a shot, I swear you’ll like it.]
[sy: Bro, Su-ge, please trust me just this once?]
[sy: You’re the only one I gave this to. Not even Zhu Ningbo got it.]
[sy: Say something.]

[Son: 1]

For the first time ever, Shen Yan found that “1” from Zhao Linsu adorable and immediately sent a voice message.

“Su-ge, thanks for the jersey. I really have nothing to repay you with, so think of this as a little token of appreciation.”

Zhao Linsu replied after a while.

“Got it.”

Just three words. No emotion.

Shen Yan sighed.

That pretty much confirmed it.

If he wasn’t interested in that kind of clip, well… that says a lot.

It just never occurred to Shen Yan to think that way before.

Could it really be true…?

Shen Yan clutched his head.

The high-pitched whistle of the boiling kettle perfectly matched his inner turmoil.

He couldn’t sit still anymore and went out to play basketball.

Whenever Shen Yan had something weighing on him, his go-to solution was to exercise and sweat it out. Exhaust himself to the point he couldn’t think, then sleep it off. Usually by the next day, it’d all seem less serious.

And yeah—after making eye contact with a stranger today, he felt… nothing special.

At least the stranger’s head wasn’t carrying his name.

That’s how low the bar had dropped.

The court was already crowded. Shen Yan had barely arrived before he was called over.

Some guys were here to challenge them for court space.

The newcomers were clearly younger, dressed similarly—obviously a regular team. Shen Yan’s side? Ages 15 to 50. Total ragtag bunch. Shen Yan was their best player.

The young guys thought it was a waste for casuals to hog the court and wanted them to move.

Of course no one wanted to give it up, but without their stronger players around, they didn’t dare engage.

Once Shen Yan showed up, morale spiked.

He hadn’t planned to get involved, but seeing the challengers’ smug, superior attitude annoyed him.

“In that case, let’s settle it with a match,” Shen Yan said. “Winners stay, losers get lost.”

Shen Shen was driving past the park after work and heard a deafening cheer.

He turned off the engine and quickly spotted his little brother.

He didn’t play basketball or know much about it, but he saw Shen Yan weave through several defenders and leap up for a violent dunk.

The crowd’s screams nearly burst his eardrums.

Shen Yan got what he wanted—exhausted to the point of collapse.

The other team was decent. It had been a tough win.

But a win’s a win.

They even earned some respect.

“Bro, you’re seriously good. Wanna team up sometime?”

Shen Yan lifted his T-shirt to wipe his face, then let it fall. His young face was flushed with post-game adrenaline as he politely said, “This place is really more for casual play. We come here to get a bit of exercise. You guys are good, but there’s another court nearby—cheap and with even better players. Maybe check that one out? We’ll hang onto this spot. Thanks, yeah?”

Coming off the court, Shen Yan was immediately pulled into a headlock by his brother.

“Didn’t pick up your phone—I knew you’d be here.”

“Little heartthrob, huh? Some girl was screaming your name like crazy.”

“You mean old Wu’s seven-year-old granddaughter?”

“Ha—!”

The two brothers laughed all the way home.

After a satisfying game, Shen Yan felt way better. He showered and made dumplings for a late-night snack.

Shen Shen came out of the shower just as they were ready.

“Smells amazing!”

You’d think Shen Yan had cooked a royal banquet.

Shen Yan was starving too, and they ate together. His brother’s over-the-top praise made him laugh, but when he glanced at his brother’s clean, name-free forehead, his smile faded just a little.

Thinking it over… was it really such a big deal if someone had a sexual fantasy? Why had he teased his brother like that?

His brother was thirty already—it’d be weirder if he didn’t fantasize.

After sweating it out, Shen Yan felt calmer. Chewing on his chopsticks, he wondered if maybe he’d been overreacting to the idea of being the object of someone’s fantasy.

One cooks, one washes dishes. Shen Yan said good night and brushed his teeth before heading to bed.

He’d left his phone on his desk. By the time he picked it up, there were a few messages from Zhu Ningbo, asking if he and Zhao Linsu had made up yet.

Shen Yan opened the chat with Zhao Linsu.

That guy wasn’t much of a texter—unless it was to deliberately annoy Shen Yan. He was naturally a bit distant. If no one messaged him, he didn’t think to message others. Super passive. Shen Yan wasn’t even sure why this guy clicked with him so well.

Maybe at first, he just felt sorry for him.

A ten-year-old who’d never watched TV was kind of pitiful.

Like a little idiot.

Of course, it turned out Zhao Linsu wasn’t an idiot—his brain worked scarily well.

Idiots couldn’t talk so much trash so smoothly.

Shen Yan lay back on his bed, holding his phone, thinking whatever, I’ll sleep. Tomorrow’s a new day. Maybe I’ll wake up and it’ll all be fine.

Just then—his WeChat lit up.

Zhao Linsu had sent him a Tencent Meeting link?

Shen Yan, confused, clicked in.

On camera, Zhao Linsu was resting his chin on his hand, showing off his jawline.

Shen Yan tried to ask what was going on, but realized he didn’t have mic permissions.

Then the screen flickered—and the meeting interface was replaced by a paused video player.

Right in the middle, bold colorful letters:

私の癡漢兄嫁。

Translation: My Pervert Brother’s Wife.