After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Happy Valley has a central island on the lake, requiring a small boat ride to visit. Shen Qingyu, having gone there when he was younger and full of curiosity, knew that besides a few photo spots, there wasn’t anything particularly special, but the scenery was indeed lovely. Moreover, the railings circling the island were covered with heart-shaped message plaques, which could be purchased to leave one’s wishes and blessings.

Yang Yu had zero resistance to this kind of “ritualistic” activity. He spent a significant sum of 52 yuan on a small plaque and seriously pondered what to write.

Shen Qingyu looked at his profile, feeling a little impulsive himself.

Lu Xiao, having squeezed Cheng Che out at some point, stood on Shen Qingyu’s far right. He lowered his head and spoke close to Shen Qingyu’s ear: “Do you want to write one?” Without waiting for an answer, he opened his palm—

Two message plaques lay quietly in his hand.

“I bought one for you. When you’re done, we’ll tie them together,” his voice carried a hint of a smile.

Shen Qingyu hesitated for two seconds before taking the plaque. Holding the pen, he had too many wishes he wanted to realize, but whether they could be realized didn’t seem too important. What mattered was that the mood at the moment of making the wish was one of hopeful longing.

Catching Lu Xiao’s subtle, fleeting glances of curiosity from the corner of his eye, Shen Qingyu stood with his back to him, bending slightly to write carefully, stroke by stroke: “I hope this day can be eternal. I hope everyone I love and who loves me can be happy and healthy.”

After drawing the final period, Shen Qingyu swiftly flipped the plaque over, only to find that the back also had several heart doodles.

“What did you write?” Lu Xiao couldn’t contain his curiosity. “Tell me.”

Shen Qingyu didn’t look at him: “I won’t tell you. Who tells people their wishes out loud?” The truth was that he knew if Lu Xiao saw what he wrote, a smug grin would definitely spread across his face, and he would probably talk to him in some teasing tone.

“Tell me, I can help you realize your wishes,” Lu Xiao said earnestly.

Shen Qingyu rolled his eyes at him: “You can’t realize my wish.”

Lu Xiao’s expression immediately sagged a little. He reached out and poked Shen Qingyu’s forehead: “Fine, it sounds like I’m not in your wish, right?”

Shen Qingyu pursed his lips but couldn’t help secretly curving the corners of his mouth. Lu Xiao immediately caught him: “You’re still smiling?”

Realizing he couldn’t win the argument, Lu Xiao’s mind darted. He suddenly lunged forward, giving Shen Qingyu a firm hug from behind, his arms loosely circling his neck, carrying a hint of danger: “Are you going to keep laughing? Huh? Try smiling again?”

His muscular arms rested across Shen Qingyu’s neck, not applying much force, but Shen Qingyu still felt strangely oppressed. This posture was overly intimate. Shen Qingyu’s body stiffened, and he tried to turn his head to argue, only to realize that the slightest movement might cause his lips to brush against Lu Xiao’s jaw, practically like initiating a kiss. He instantly froze, his mind blank.

Just as his body was rigid and his brain was short-circuiting, Cheng Che simply couldn’t stand Lu Xiao’s reckless actions anymore. He took two or three quick steps forward and forcefully pulled Lu Xiao away, his other hand shielding Shen Qingyu in case he lost his balance and fell. His expression, hidden from Shen Qingyu, was a little ferocious:

“Keep your hands to yourself,” Cheng Che said in a low voice.

Lu Xiao glared at him through gritted teeth, thinking Cheng Che was truly meddlesome. Didn’t he check his own status before speaking up?

Shen Qingyu seized the opportunity while the two men were confronting each other, quietly slipping away to hang his message plaque in an inconspicuous corner. His gaze swept over the surrounding array of plaques—beautiful, bold, or naive yet serious handwriting, paired with various small doodles, carrying all manner of lives and expectations.

He gently rubbed the rough edge of his plaque with his finger, silently repeating his wish in his heart. When he looked back at Cheng Che and Lu Xiao, they were no longer squaring off but were instead too disdainful to even glance at each other. Chen Qiming, standing between them, looked embarrassed and rubbed his head awkwardly.

Lu Xiao saw Shen Qingyu finish hanging the plaque. Although he was very curious about what he wrote, he controlled his gaze and didn’t peek. He wanted to know, but he wanted Shen Qingyu to tell him personally; that was his understanding of “respect.”

“Um…” Lu Xiao paused, then told him: “I was pulled away by Cheng Che just now because I was off guard. Normally, he couldn’t pull me away that easily.”

Shen Qingyu didn’t know why he needed to tell him this, but he replied with a serious “Mhm.”

“It’s mainly your fault,” Lu Xiao’s tone shifted, and he lowered his voice, “Your body is so soft and smells so good. I got a little carried away when I hugged you…”

Sure enough, he couldn’t expect anything proper to come out of his mouth! Shen Qingyu’s ears burned. He quickly cut him off and hurried away from the island with Yang Yu.

Over the remaining hours, they hit every ride in Happy Valley and then found a restaurant for dinner.

The restaurant prices were inflated, but Shen Qingyu ordered a plate of pasta casually, only to find it was much tastier than he expected. The five of them ordered a table full of dishes, and the feeling of sharing was wonderful.

After dinner, the sky gradually darkened. To get the best view of the fireworks, they went to the viewing area early to stake out a spot. By this time, the castle lights were also on. Yang Yu captured several photos of Shen Qingyu, praising him the whole time for being so photogenic and handsome, making Shen Qingyu’s cheeks flush slightly.

A balloon rising in the distance caught his attention. Shen Qingyu raised his arm and pointed to the sky, saying, “Look quickly, there are balloons over there.”

It was a little girl who had accidentally let go of her balloon and was now sobbing sadly.

Balloons seemed to be an indispensable part of Happy Valley. Shen Qingyu remembered going out with his aunt when he was little. Whenever they saw someone selling balloons, his aunt would always buy him one. Although the styles of balloons weren’t as diverse as they were now, for Shen Qingyu, who was easily satisfied, it was enough to keep him happy all day.

“Do you want one?” Cheng Che observed his expression and asked softly.

Shen Qingyu was a little embarrassed that he noticed his thoughts so quickly and shook his head: “I’m already grown up.”

In his tone, Cheng Che detected a hint of sadness. Did he think balloons were only for children to like and own?

Cheng Che said seriously, “Who said that? I think you’re still a little kid.”

Shen Qingyu froze, his heart feeling a slight bump. By the time he recovered, Cheng Che had already returned with two cute balloons.

He carefully tied the balloon strings onto Shen Qingyu’s slender wrist. His fingertips unintentionally brushed Shen Qingyu’s skin, creating a faint tickle that caused Cheng Che’s heartbeat to falter once again.

“Tie them tightly,” he joked, trying to sound relaxed. “Be careful not to let them carry you away.”

Shen Qingyu stared at the two strings on his wrist, slightly curling his fingers. “…Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Cheng Che gently stroked his hair. “Happy birthday, Xiao Yu. Your gift is already on your desk. I hope you like it.” Although he had already sent a timed blessing online, Cheng Che felt that saying the blessing in person was most meaningful.

Shen Qingyu looked into his clear eyes and smiled. Soon, he felt a burning gaze from behind. He knew immediately it was Lu Xiao. He restrained his smile, turning around as if nothing had happened. The moment his eyes met Lu Xiao’s, he deliberately tilted his head playfully. This small gesture disarmed Lu Xiao, making him feel like a cat had lightly scratched his heart.

“What are you chatting about that’s so fun?” Lu Xiao gave Cheng Che a side-eye. When he saw the balloons, he muttered something under his breath. Shen Qingyu didn’t catch it, but he knew it wasn’t anything kind, probably something along the lines of “how tacky.”

When the time came, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, fireworks rose into the night sky and exploded, illuminating half the sky like daylight. The fireworks looked like a meteor shower, quietly falling with their tails trailing behind. The deafening blast mingled with the cheers of the crowd, and the air was filled with the faint scent of smoke. Shen Qingyu’s eyes reflected the brilliance; he was so shocked he forgot to breathe.

This was the first time he had stayed at Happy Valley until the fireworks, and the first time he had stood in the same area with so many people to admire the short-lived fireworks. This moment added the most vibrant stroke to his birthday.

Yang Yu quickly adjusted his phone camera, his lens locked onto Shen Qingyu’s profile.

In the high-definition footage, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly with each burst of fireworks. His breath condensed into white mist in the cold air. The light from the lamps and the fireworks highlighted his skin, making it look even fairer, and his eyes were filled with overwhelming surprise and emotion.

In this moment, Shen Qingyu was both adorable and vividly alive.

“Shen Qingyu.” Someone called his name from behind. He turned and first saw Song Yu.

Song Yu had removed the ‘Sunny Doll’ costume and changed into his casual clothes. He stood quietly amidst the bustling crowd. The night outlined his cool, clear features, and his eyes were sprinkled with tiny stars. A faint, gentle smile played on his lips. But soon, Shen Qingyu’s attention was drawn to the LED screen across from him.

He was certain the screen hadn’t looked like this during the day, likely displaying an advertising banner. But at this moment, it bore colorful text: “Happy Birthday, Shen Qingyu. Lu Xiao”

Shen Qingyu had never imagined his name would appear on a screen like this, paired with Lu Xiao’s, presented in such a blatant and direct manner to all the tourists.

A gasp escaped his lips unconsciously. He hugged the fresh flowers with one hand, his other hand, which was tied to the balloons, covering his mouth, his eyes sparkling.

In Yang Yu’s video, behind Shen Qingyu were cluster after cluster of dazzling fireworks, like a grand, eternal backdrop. And in front of him was the massive screen, lit only for his birthday, writing out a unique, almost arrogant declaration of affection.

Shen Qingyu stood rooted to the spot, his heart swollen and aching with surging emotions.

Roses, balloons, fireworks, and the LED screen—these seemingly unrelated elements were perfectly interwoven by the intentions of these three people. Every gesture made his birthday more wonderful and unforgettable.

Song Yu, Cheng Che, and Lu Xiao had probably not coordinated, yet they had perfectly presented their gifts and sincere blessings for this birthday.

Shen Qingyu’s moved gaze swept across the faces of the three of them, finally landing on the excited Chen Qiming and Yang Yu, who was recording the scene on his phone. He smiled gently.

Where the future road would lead, and who would become the most important choice… in this moment, all of that seemed less urgent and less worrying. Roses would wilt, balloons would fly away, fireworks would cool, and the screen would dim. But the surging emotion in his heart right now, the group of people sincerely accompanying him, this moment tightly surrounded by love—

Is eternal.

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