After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Cat Food – Song Yu became even more excited.

Friday. All four roommates from 917 went out for BBQ.

Only Shen Qingyu and Song Yu had no classes in the afternoon. Song Yu went to the library, leaving Shen Qingyu to enjoy his leisure time. He finished the assigned homework and, seeing that the appointed time was near, he divided the cat food he had bought earlier into two small bags and changed into fresh clothes before heading downstairs.

Downstairs, he saw Song Yu squatting under a tree, petting a cat. The skillful way he did it surprised Shen Qingyu.

So, although Song Yu wasn’t close to humans, was he actually good with small animals?

The black and white tuxedo cat, under the powerful stroke of Song Yu’s hand, comfortably exposed its belly, its paws kneading the air, occasionally purring softly.

It looked genuinely delighted.

Shen Qingyu was very envious. Ever since he discovered he was allergic to cat fur, he kept his distance from stray cats, and even when feeding them, he would put the food down and leave immediately.

After standing a short distance away, admiring the harmonious scene of the cat and the man, Shen Qingyu quietly approached him.

Song Yu sensed someone behind him. He looked back and paused when he saw it was Shen Qingyu.

Shen Qingyu squatted beside him, not reaching out to touch the cat, just staring intently.

The tuxedo cat meowed sweetly at him, and Shen Qingyu felt his heart melt.

“Here’s the cat food for you.” He quickly handed the cat food to Song Yu. His movement was too quick, and he inevitably brushed against Song Yu’s cool fingertips.

Shen Qingyu inwardly let out a silent “hiss,” thinking: Is he some kind of cold-blooded animal? Why are his hands always freezing whenever I touch him?

—”Cold hands and feet are a sign of kidney deficiency.”

A bold, enlarged thought bubble inexplicably popped into his mind.

Shen Qingyu avoided eye contact, thinking awkwardly: Leaving aside whether that’s even true, even if it is, what does Song Yu’s kidney health have to do with me?!

Song Yu was completely unaware that his kidney function had become a major subject of speculation in Shen Qingyu’s mind. He was focused on feeding the cat.

“Are you allergic to cat fur?” Song Yu suddenly asked, interrupting Shen Qingyu’s wild thoughts.

“How did you know?” Shen Qingyu’s small, palm-sized face was covered by his mask, revealing only a pair of moist, doe-like eyes, sparkling with curiosity.

Song Yu certainly wouldn’t admit that he had secretly observed Shen Qingyu before, noting that despite his excitement upon seeing a stray cat, he would quickly drop the food and run, avoiding the cat’s approach like the plague. From this, he deduced that Shen Qingyu was likely allergic to cat fur.

He said calmly: “I guessed.”

“Then you’re quite impressive.” Should I say he truly lives up to his title as a straight-A student? Shen Qingyu propped up his chin with both hands, a hint of admiration in his tone: “You guessed right.”

Song Yu gently squeezed the tuxedo cat’s neck with his palm. His long fingers then slid down to its chin, making the cat extremely comfortable.

Shen Qingyu: “Do you have a cat at home? You’re very skilled at petting.”

Song Yu was silent for a moment. His hands stopped moving. The tuxedo cat actively rubbed against his palm, letting out a dissatisfied murmur.

“I used to.”

His voice was a bit dry. Shen Qingyu glanced at him strangely.

Used to?

Did he used to have one but not anymore?

“Do you have pictures? I want to see!” People who own cats usually have their phones filled with photos of their pets, and Shen Qingyu assumed Song Yu would be the same.

“No,” Song Yu scratched the tuxedo cat’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, then withdrew his hand and said: “My mother killed it by throwing it off a height.”

Shen Qingyu instantly felt a chill, stammering: “I’m sorry… I…”

“It’s nothing.” Song Yu gazed deeply at him, pulling a bitter smile across his lips.

Song Yu’s emotions were usually aloof, but this time, Shen Qingyu genuinely felt the intensity of his emotion.

He was overwhelmed by guilt, but even more so by an agonizing feeling of disbelief. Shen Qingyu was a highly empathetic person. He knew he had likely touched on a painful subject for Song Yu.

“Because someone at home was allergic to cat fur, she didn’t agree to me keeping the cat, so she killed it by throwing it.”

His tone was extremely flat, making Shen Qingyu almost wonder if he had misheard him.

How could anyone be so heartless and cruel?! It wasn’t a toy, not garbage; it was a living being.

Shen Qingyu couldn’t help but shiver, his limbs stiff, staring at Song Yu’s eyes for a long time without saying a word.

Song Yu knew he had frightened Shen Qingyu, but he had to admit—he was excited the moment Shen Qingyu froze in fear and shock, with sympathy also at play, compelling him to lean closer.

“I apologize. I scared you, didn’t I?” Seeing the tuxedo cat finish the cat food entirely, he stood up and extended his hand to Shen Qingyu, who was still squatting on the ground.

Staring blankly at the large, strong hand in front of him, Shen Qingyu tremblingly placed his arm onto it.

Song Yu looked thin, but his strength was surprisingly great; he pulled Shen Qingyu up with just one arm.

He knew what Shen Qingyu wanted to ask. As compensation for scaring him, Song Yu proactively said: “My mother and I don’t have a good relationship. She doesn’t like me.”

Incomprehensible.

Only that single word filled Shen Qingyu’s mind.

There was no shortage of outstanding people in college. Boys as excellent, disciplined, and morally upright as Song Yu were rare. Shen Qingyu couldn’t understand why his mother didn’t like him.

Shen Qingyu wasn’t very good at comforting people. He stammered: “You are a good person. Even if she doesn’t like you, others will.”

Their hands were still clasped. Shen Qingyu had no idea how tightly Song Yu was holding his hand. In his mind, he had already envisioned Song Yu as a poor, helpless orphan with living parents, someone who had to rely on studying and striving to change his fate, with few friends, always alone…

This is the epitome of the ‘beautiful, strong, and miserable’ trope!

Shen Qingyu’s parents died young, but before they passed, he spent the happiest years of his childhood. He knew better than anyone how precious a family’s love was. Song Yu’s tragedy made him think of himself. They were like two wild grasses, intertwining with each other as the wind blew.

…

Lu Xiao’s suspicious gaze darted between the two: “Why are you so late?”

They had agreed to meet at the BBQ restaurant at 7 PM. Lu Xiao and Cheng Che, who both had evening classes, managed to be on time. Song Yu and Shen Qingyu, who had no classes, being this late was suspicious.

Shen Qingyu awkwardly stole a glance at Song Yu. Seeing his composed expression made Shen Qingyu feel like he was the one who couldn’t hide things.

“I lost track of time,” Song Yu calmly explained.

Cheng Che had been observing Shen Qingyu’s expression, feeling a growing sense of unease.

Shen Qingyu said: “Let’s order quickly, I’m starving.”

Lu Xiao was resentful, but since Shen Qingyu said so, he’d prioritize eating first.

“You sit next to me,” Lu Xiao said stubbornly.

He and Cheng Che were sitting across from each other, leaving a space next to each of them, competing silently.

Shen Qingyu refused cleanly and concisely: “I’m not sitting next to you. The air conditioner is right above your seat, it’s too cold.”

Lu Xiao was rejected and nearly lost face.

How dare you, Shen Qingyu! You’ll sit with Cheng Che but not with me!

His eyes bulged with anger. He wished he could use his fierce gaze to peel the skin off Shen Qingyu.

“Why are you staring at me?” Shen Qingyu flinched.

Cheng Che naturally shielded his back and said flatly: “Lu Xiao, that’s enough.”

Song Yu caught the scent of gunpowder in the air. His drinking motion conveniently hid the cold, dark smile playing on his lips. Shouldn’t you be less surprised, Little Yu Baby? You’ve only just moved in, and you’ve already caused a rift between Cheng Che and Lu Xiao.

He tightly clenched his cup, his knuckles white, completely oblivious even when his teeth bit the tip of his tongue. He swallowed the faint metallic taste of blood mixed with water.

The meal was tasteless. Shen Qingyu missed the comfortable and pleasant feeling of having dinner with Gu Ye.

He awkwardly tried to grill the meat like Gu Ye, accidentally burning a piece. Lu Xiao mocked him while picking it up and stuffing it into his mouth.

Song Yu had little appetite. The few bites he took were only because he was staring at Shen Qingyu’s face.

Shen Qingyu was beautiful, a feast for the eyes, and the way he earnestly grilled the meat with his eyes downcast was mesmerizing.

A piece of grilled meat appeared on his plate. Cheng Che softly said: “This is good too. Try it.”

“Mm!”

Lu Xiao ignored their interaction, thinking: How utterly sickening.

But he started to wonder: Between Cheng Che and Shen Qingyu… who is the bottom? Since Cheng Che is the ‘side piece,’ shouldn’t he act like one? But Shen Qingyu’s small frame probably can’t hold him down.

Lu Xiao was always homophobic. He thought two men being gay was disgusting.

Yet, seeing his two roommates being gay, he felt a strange impulse.

Taking a sip of iced water, Lu Xiao used his rarely-engaged brain to seriously ponder why this was happening.

…

His phone, which had been quiet for a long time, suddenly vibrated. It was the sound of a text message.

Shen Qingyu’s heart trembled.

The phone screen lit up for a moment and quickly went dark again.

Only one person could be sending him a text message—that pervert.

The food he had just eaten churned in his stomach. Shen Qingyu wanted to vomit. Just thinking that person was constantly lurking in some dark corner, secretly watching his every move, even his words online, made Shen Qingyu feel utterly sickened.

Song Yu, who was quietly observing Shen Qingyu’s expression, his Adam’s apple bobbing, silently urged: Open your phone. Open the message.

He was anticipating Shen Qingyu’s expression upon seeing the text.

It would surely be adorable.

Cheeks flushed with a feverish color, moist eyes carrying an expression of shame and indignation. It was a pity his ear tips were covered by his hair, or they would undoubtedly be red too.

Such a Little Yu Baby is simply too beautiful and tempting.

I really… really want to…

“Why do you look so pale?” Cheng Che’s concerned voice rang in his ear.

“It’s nothing…”

Cheng Che pulled out two tissues and wiped Shen Qingyu’s forehead and temples: “You’re sweating a lot. Are you hot?”

Lu Xiao immediately said: “If you’re hot, come sit here.”

Shen Qingyu’s expression was weak: “No need. I’m full.”

He flipped his phone over, clutched it tightly. His violently beating heart made him feel breathless. After hesitating for two seconds, he opened his phone anyway.

He had to quickly block the pervert’s number.

【Missing you, missing you, missing you, missing you.】

【It feels so bad down there when I miss you. [Image]】

Dark fabric stained with dried, white, viscous fluid. With just one glance, Shen Qingyu knew what it was.

He gritted his teeth, blocked the number, and deleted the history. After this series of actions, his breathing was rapid, yet he was unaware that even in this brightly lit place, someone was silently observing him.

The sight was exactly the same as the scene Song Yu had imagined in his mind.

Shen Qingyu’s furious embarrassment was all caused by him.

This was an undeniable fact.

Song Yu became even more excited.