Chapter 558 - 235: Shen Yuan’s Joint Exam Results
Chapter 558: Chapter 235: Shen Yuan’s Joint Exam Results
The warm, soft touch of their lips pressed together was infinitely magnified in his imagination. Even the faint, sweet scent of her breath seemed to truly linger under his nose.
He could even picture the way her pink, dewy lips would yield, the slight curve they’d make as he captured them...
Deeper fantasies threatened to run wild, like a horse breaking free of its reins.
’No! Stop right there!’
The youth roared silently at himself, fiercely clutching the bedsheets beneath him like a drowning man grasping at his last straw.
Shen Yuan’s eyes flew open. His chest heaved violently as if he’d just finished a thousand-meter sprint. He swallowed hard a few times, just barely managing to suppress the searing heat that threatened to overwhelm his reason.
The girl’s clear eyes and her bashful expression flashed one after another in his mind.
Shen Yuan shot up, drawing one knee to his chest. He rested his arm on it and buried his scorching face deep in the crook of that same arm.
’I can’t think about it anymore.’
’Absolutely, definitely can’t let my thoughts go there!’
’This heat is terrifying. These thoughts are terrifying.’
If he let his thoughts slide into that deeper, forbidden zone, he felt he’d either be burned to ashes by his own scorching imagination or he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from jumping up like a moron to take a cold shower.
Shen Yuan was discovering that the fifty-percent Yang Qi boost did have its downsides.
He was running way too hot.
He stayed hunched over like a large dog trying to hide, and in the small, dark space created by his folded arm, he struggled to rein in the frantic heartbeat that felt like it was about to pound out of his chest.
A sound caught in his throat—a low, hoarse whimper, thick with a nasal tone, caught somewhere between pain and unbearable torment.
’...This is killing me.’
Of course, after waking up the next morning, Shen Yuan discovered another, more specific and far more embarrassing, downside to the Yang Qi boost.
It was just past five in the morning, and the sky outside was still the pitch-black unique to a winter’s dawn.
Shen Yuan was practically jolted awake by a searing heat and a sense of building pressure in his body.
He groggily threw off the covers and sat up. His first thought was that the heat was on too high, but in the next second, a certain physiological phenomenon with an unignorable presence made him freeze in bed, all traces of sleep instantly vanishing.
"What the... fuck?"
Shen Yuan looked down, staring in disbelief at his own perfectly normal morning reaction, which was currently asserting its presence with what could only be described as defiant arrogance.
To make matters worse, along with this urge... he also had to pee.
As any man knows, trying to pee in this situation is an extremely difficult task.
The two conflicting urges intertwined like ice and fire, pinning the young man to the edge of his bed, unable to move.
HISS...
Shen Yuan drew in a sharp breath. He tried to mentally will the heat away, but the more he tried, the more its presence made him... antsy.
Worse still, the pressure in his lower abdomen was becoming more and more distinct.
’There’s no other choice!’
’One problem at a time!’
Shen Yuan scrambled awkwardly into the bathroom, slamming the door shut with a BANG.
The cool, hard tiles of the wall did little to relieve the heat coursing through his body.
He stood before the toilet and, out of habit, lifted the hem of his pajama top...
And then, he froze solid.
The fifty-percent Yang Qi boost made it utterly impossible for him to complete... the normal procedure.
He tried adjusting his position, hunching over slightly, but it was no use.
He even tried bracing a hand against the wall, leaning at an angle, but that didn’t work either.
Shen Yuan even tried sitting on the toilet, but it was completely hopeless.
’Fuck!’
Shen Yuan screamed silently into the air. Fine beads of sweat broke out on his temples, though whether it was from the urgency, the strain of holding it in, or that damned Yang Qi still surging relentlessly through him, he couldn’t tell.
’What the fuck... What is this?! I can’t even take a piss?!’
Shen Yuan glared at the offending appendage, a mixture of shame, frustration, and utter despair washing over him.
The seconds ticked by, and the pressure in his lower abdomen grew more intense. The incandescent Yang Qi seemed to mock his helplessness, showing no sign of subsiding.
The cool air prickled his exposed skin, while the internal heat burned through him, making him frantic.
’Am I supposed to just wait for this "heat" to go down on its own? Who knows how long that’ll take!’
’My bladder, for one, won’t stand for that!’
Shen Yuan scratched at the messy hair on the back of his head. Finally, with a sense of helpless resignation, like a man backed into a corner by life itself...
Shen Yuan took out his phone, and...
In any case, thank God for the internet, and thank God for the black soil of the Northeast.
GUSH...
The sound of a powerful stream finally echoed, lasting far longer than usual.
Shen Yuan let out a long, shuddering breath. His tense body went slack, and he closed his eyes, his expression a mixture of profound relief and indescribable complexity.
It was a cocktail of physical release, immense mental frustration, and a touch of shame that screamed, ’I’ve never been so humiliated in my entire life.’
Finally, as if resigned to his fate, the young man raised a hand to cover his burning face and let out a groan filled with exhaustion and maddening frustration.
"Dammit!"
And so, a new day kicked off with the troubles of excessive Yang Qi and an embarrassing predicament in the bathroom.
...
The cloudy weather finally broke, giving way to a bright, sunny day. Sunlight struggled to pierce through the windows of the science building, and inside the classroom, you could see your breath frost in the air.
"The scores... when are the scores ever going to come out..."
Shen Yuan was slumped over his desk, staring up at the ceiling with a heavy sigh.
Hearing Shen Yuan sigh, Li Zhi turned to look at him.
Shen Yuan was slumped over his desk, staring up at the ceiling with a heavy sigh.