After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Rice Noodles – “The video is so beautiful, thank you, Little Yu Baby…”

Shen Qingyu had a feeling he was being harassed. Left with no choice, he answered the video call after it rang.

However, he didn’t immediately show his face. He held the phone high and avoided the camera.

The screen only showed the bottom half of Lu Xiao’s lean, sharp jaw. The person holding the camera awkwardly tilted the lens up, and his facial features gradually appeared in the frame.

Lu Xiao didn’t see Shen Qingyu and said unhappily: “Where are you?”

Shen Qingyu then slowly appeared, subtly showing only half of his face: “What exactly do you want?”

“To talk to you. Is that a problem?”

Shen Qingyu couldn’t understand how someone’s attitude could be so bad. “Just talk, why do you have to video call?”

Lu Xiao could naturally hear the dissatisfaction in his voice. He instinctively raised his hand to harshly pinch his face, but only realized how foolish his action was when his finger hit the cold screen.

He retracted his hand sheepishly, saying impatiently with a “tsk”: “Yes.”

Shen Qingyu lightly bit his lip. The lighting in his room on the video was dim. Lu Xiao even had to increase his phone’s brightness to clearly see half of his face.

“Why only half a face?” Lu Xiao fiddled with a lighter with one hand, but didn’t light a cigarette. He just kept opening and closing it, repeating the action several times. “Do you think you’re an ethereal fairy? Why are you hiding yourself?”

Shen Qingyu thought, Letting you see half my face is me being generous: “I haven’t washed up.”

Lu Xiao subtly raised an eyebrow, seemingly interpreting another layer of meaning in his words.

Looks like he’s feeling shy. He tossed the lighter aside and deliberately asked: “So, you mean you’ll show me after you’ve washed up?”

Shen Qingyu, who had no such intention, said: “We’ll see after I’ve washed up.”

His perfunctory reply, in Lu Xiao’s eyes, became an alluring invitation of playing hard to get, thoroughly piquing his interest. He thought to himself: “As expected of a gay, talking is truly an art.”

Remembering that he hadn’t replied to Cheng Che’s message, Shen Qingyu was anxious: “Do you have anything else to say?”

“What? What else do you want to hear me say?” So impatient, can’t hold back at all. How long has it been? Does he think Lu Xiao is that easy to hook?

But at least it proves Shen Qingyu’s judgment is fine; he’s smart enough to see who is the better person between me and Cheng Che.

“How should I know what you want to say.”

Lu Xiao noticed that when he was anxious, he spoke quickly, and his pronunciation was slightly slurred and blurry, sounding soft, almost like he was whining.

“Then what do you want me to say?”

Shen Qingyu got flustered, saying with exasperated shame: “Say whatever you want, I’m hanging up.”

With a “thwack,” he immediately ended the call. The screen instantly turned black, reflecting Lu Xiao’s face. He stared at his own reflection on the phone screen and laughed aloud.

“He’s crazy,” Shen Qingyu muttered angrily at his phone, then adjusted his mood to reply to Cheng Che’s message.

Compared to Lu Xiao, chatting with Cheng Che was much more enjoyable.

…

Tossing and turning in bed, Shen Qingyu scoured the food delivery app but couldn’t find anything he wanted to eat.

With no other options, Shen Qingyu got out of bed, washed up, and decided to go out to find food.

Shen Qingyu’s home was in an old residential area. Although it was a bit aged, the location was excellent—close to various commercial centers and scenic spots. Crucially, the subway station was a five-minute walk downstairs, which Shen Qingyu was very satisfied with.

But he didn’t want to eat in a mall today, so he wandered around the neighborhood.

The fresh air made his slightly dizzy head feel much better. Only then did Shen Qingyu remember he hadn’t taken the medicine Cheng Che bought for him.

A cool, clear voice came from behind him: “Shen Qingyu?”

Shen Qingyu jumped. A current ran from his tailbone up his spine. Shen Qingyu took a large step back and turned around to clearly see it was Song Yu.

“Ah, what a coincidence.” Since asking Song Yu for help with his shower, they hadn’t interacted much. Shen Qingyu hadn’t expected to see him near his home. “What are you doing here?”

Song Yu outside of school was slightly different. He wore a clean white shirt and gray athletic pants, without his glasses. He looked like a completely different person from the unapproachable high-society figure at school.

“I live here,” his tone was calm.

“…What a coincidence, I live here too.”

A look of surprise flashed across Shen Qingyu’s face beneath his mask.

He had never known Song Yu lived here, but it seemed normal. They didn’t know each other before, and maybe they had passed each other without noticing.

Song Yu, however, looked very composed, seemingly unsurprised that Shen Qingyu lived in the same complex.

“Mm, what a coincidence.”

Shen Qingyu felt his neck itching a bit. He lifted his hand to rub it a couple of times but it didn’t help, so he scratched harder.

An unidentifiable dark light flashed in Song Yu’s eyes. He lowered his thin eyelids and saw a large red patch on the back of Shen Qingyu’s neck where he had aggressively scratched it.

His neck was fair and slender, tinged with faint pink. The red mark stood out clearly on it.

Leaving other marks on his skin would undoubtedly be just as obvious and striking.

His Adam’s apple bobbed twice. Song Yu finally managed to look away, asking softly: “I’ll be going now.”

Shen Qingyu quickly called out: “Um… did you take your medicine?”

Having spoken too quickly, Shen Qingyu lightly patted his lips twice: “No, no, I mean, have you eaten yet?”

Song Yu paused: “Not yet.”

“Want to go together?” He smiled, pointing to a “Yunnan Cross-Bridge Rice Noodles” place behind him. “Their rice noodles are really good. Have you tried them?”

“No.”

“Then let’s go together! My treat!” Shen Qingyu said excitedly and expectantly.

Spending time alone with Song Yu felt better than expected. Although he was reserved and his voice was cool and low-pitched, every time Shen Qingyu heard him speak, he felt a refreshing sensation, making even the stuffy afternoon more bearable.

Song Yu hesitated briefly: “Okay, let’s go together then.”

“Great!” Bright sparks danced in Shen Qingyu’s eyes, warming Song Yu’s heart.

“What do you want to eat? You can just scan the code to order,” Shen Qingyu quickly chose his meal, then propped his head on both hands, openly watching Song Yu.

Song Yu’s eyelids and lips were thin, and the corners of his eyes and mouth radiated coldness. Unlike Lu Xiao’s sharp intensity, Song Yu gave off a sense of distant reserve, while Lu Xiao projected a menacing “don’t mess with me” aura.

Shen Qingyu didn’t know why he was comparing the two. When he came to his senses, he felt his brain might not be fully sober yet.

Shen Qingyu’s gaze was too intense; it was hard for Song Yu not to notice. He slowly lifted his eyelids, looking at Shen Qingyu quizzically, seemingly asking: “Why are you looking at me?”

“Have you ordered?” Shen Qingyu quickly changed the subject, giving a silly smile that revealed his neat teeth.

He was beautiful, and his cheerful smile made him even more so. No matter how many times Song Yu saw it, he never tired of it.

Afraid of losing control of his gaze, Song Yu hurriedly stood up, habitually stuffing his phone into his pocket, and went to the sterilization cabinet to fetch the cutlery.

Shen Qingyu thanked him. His phone vibrated inconveniently. He glanced at it and quickly flipped it over.

All his good mood vanished instantly, and his expression turned grim.

The phone felt like a hot potato; he didn’t even want to look at it. Shen Qingyu buried his head in his food, occasionally pulling out tissues to wipe the sweat from his face.

Song Yu wasn’t very hungry and stopped after eating only half of his meal. He watched Shen Qingyu’s head intently every time he looked down. Even just the crown of his head was satisfying.

Full and content, Shen Qingyu accidentally let out a small burp. Despite his quick reaction, he didn’t escape the notice of the attentive Song Yu. He covered his mouth awkwardly and laughed softly.

The corner of Song Yu’s mouth visibly curved upward slightly. Shen Qingyu suddenly felt it wasn’t so bad that he was overheard. At least he saw Song Yu smile.

Shen Qingyu was about to pay on the mini-program when it showed “Payment Completed.” He asked in surprise: “You paid?”

“Mm.”

“But I said it was my treat…”

Song Yu looked at him calmly, suppressing indescribable emotions in his eyes: “It’s fine. It’s all the same.”

“How can it be the same? Tell you what, I’ll transfer the money to you. I said it’s my treat, so it is.” He insisted stubbornly.

Seeing his goal achieved, Song Yu said no more. He nodded, handed his QR code to Shen Qingyu, and said with a hint of helplessness: “Then add me.”

“Okay!”

Shen Qingyu was quick about it. He added him as a friend and immediately transferred the money.

“Next time, my treat,” Song Yu accepted the money.

If he didn’t take the money, where would the legitimate reason for a next time come from?

Sure enough, Shen Qingyu agreed.

The two parted ways at the intersection. Shen Qingyu’s steps were light, like a bird flying toward freedom and happiness. Song Yu stood rooted, gazing deeply at his departing back until the last corner of his clothing disappeared. Only then did he unlock his phone. The wallpaper was clearly a photo of Shen Qingyu.

He made a phone call. Soon after, a black Land Rover stopped by the roadside. He got into the car, the faint smile on his lips freezing into coldness.

“Young Master, going straight home?”

What Young Master nonsense. Song Yu scoffed inwardly, his voice devoid of emotion: “Mm.”

…

Shen Qingyu arrived home and leaned against the door. With trembling fingers, he opened the few unread messages in his texts.

【The video is so beautiful, thank you, Little Yu Baby. Hubby can’t stand it down below just watching the video. [Image]】

Another image, another image!

Dim lighting, gray athletic pants, and an obvious bulging shape.

It was as if this person was slowly testing Shen Qingyu’s boundaries. This time, he revealed one finger, casually hooking the edge of the athletic pants, exposing the black underwear inside.

Shen Qingyu’s stomach churned. He covered his mouth and dry-heaved.

His first reaction was fear. This pervert not only knew his video account but also knew he was a student at Wen University and was even lurking in the shadows, spying on him.

Shen Qingyu pressed down his trembling arms, agonizing over the “Delete Account” option for a long, long time.

He was unwilling.

Why? Why should he delete his account because of one pervert?

The truly sick person who needed help should be this pervert harassing him through the internet!

He hadn’t done anything illegal or immoral. This short video platform was one of the largest and most legitimate platforms in the country. If Shen Qingyu had truly done anything wrong, the platform would have banned his account long ago! So, even if this account was exposed by that damned pervert, what was the problem?

Taking a deep breath, Shen Qingyu slumped weakly onto the cold floor, his back against the door for a slight sense of security.