After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Jealousy – “Could it be a girlfriend?”…

In the dark room, a sliver of milky white moonlight scattered through the gap in the curtains, as if the moonlight were forcefully squeezing its way into the darkness.

His tone carried a seductive gentleness. Shen Qingyu could only vaguely make out his silhouette, and he nodded woodenly.

Song Yu chuckled softly, a clear, soothing laugh that went straight to Shen Qingyu’s heart.

“Then I’ll have to trouble you,” Shen Qingyu said politely.

Song Yu raised his hand, and with Shen Qingyu’s silent permission, reached out to touch his tangled hair. His voice was laced with an unconscious trembling: “It’s okay.”

He left the second half of his sentence unspoken, swallowing it back: “I’d do anything for it.”

…

Shen Qingyu was woken up by his phone ringing the next day. He fumbled around with his eyes closed, couldn’t find his phone, and opened his eyes in annoyance only to remember he wasn’t at his own place.

He had slept incredibly deeply after washing up the night before. Despite usually being sensitive to new beds, he slept better in Song Yu’s bed than he did sometimes with melatonin for his occasional insomnia.

Song Yu had placed his phone on the bedside table, and the ringing combined with the vibration buzzed uncomfortably in his ears.

Seeing that it was a video call from Lu Xiao, Shen Qingyu actually didn’t find it surprising at all.

Although he knew Lu Xiao probably didn’t have anything important to say—he usually liked to bother him suddenly like this—Shen Qingyu still chose to answer, always thinking, “What if he does?”

Sure enough, Lu Xiao’s grumpy face quickly appeared on the screen.

“Where are you?”

Lu Xiao keenly noticed the unfamiliar environment surrounding Shen Qingyu in the camera.

Shen Qingyu always habitually only showed half his face, leaving a large part of the screen empty. Lu Xiao tapped his video box twice, and the image suddenly enlarged.

“Do you need something?” Shen Qingyu didn’t want to answer his question, casually raking his messy bangs. He wasn’t looking at Lu Xiao’s grumpy face that clearly screamed “I’m very displeased,” but focused on himself in the screen.

He had slept too deeply and soundly last night, leaving many red marks pressed onto his face, making him look a bit disheveled.

Lu Xiao’s expression changed, his tone sharp: “Who did you spend the night out with?”

Shen Qingyu’s heart suddenly “thumped”, and he felt a sudden panic, like being “caught in the act.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” he feigned ignorance.

“Do you think I’m blind?” Lu Xiao clenched his fist. If they weren’t separated by the internet, he would genuinely want to rush over and beat up the “adulterer” behind him. “Who is that man behind you?”

Shen Qingyu was startled, mechanically turning his neck, and saw that the room door had been opened at some point, with Song Yu silently watching him from behind the door.

More than being discovered by Lu Xiao, Shen Qingyu was more terrified by Song Yu standing silently behind him.

When… when did he come over? How did he not make a sound?

Lu Xiao’s enraged voice still hadn’t stopped: “Is that how you act as dorm monitor? Telling others to return to the dorm on time, but spending the night out yourself?”

Lu Xiao felt like he was about to explode with anger.

Even though Shen Qingyu quickly moved the camera, he could tell the man behind Shen Qingyu was definitely not Yang Yu.

And Cheng Che was in the dorm last night.

This meant a different man had appeared next to Shen Qingyu.

“Yesterday was Friday, they don’t check the dorms, and many people go home for the weekend. What’s wrong with me going home?” Shen Qingyu argued.

“You went home? Do you dare say you’re at your own place?” Lu Xiao was furious. “Then I’m coming to your house to find you right now, you just wait.”

Shen Qingyu was flustered and angry, stuttering: “Are you crazy? Don’t come looking for me!”

“You’ve got something to hide,” Lu Xiao glared, looking fierce and menacing.

“What’s it got to do with you!” Shen Qingyu quickly hung up the phone, his heart unable to settle for a long time.

“Come eat breakfast,” Song Yu, who had been observing from behind him for a while, suddenly spoke, his voice incredibly calm.

But in Song Yu’s steady tone, Shen Qingyu sensed a chilling coldness. Coupled with his silent gaze, that unsettling feeling made Shen Qingyu shudder all over.

“Okay.”

…

Shen Qingyu subconsciously licks his lips when he’s nervous. This was a conclusion Song Yu had drawn after long observation.

“Thirsty?”

“Kind of, a little bit.” Actually, he wasn’t thirsty.

Shen Qingyu didn’t know why he couldn’t say “no.”

Perhaps his instinct told him he should agree right now.

Song Yu slightly pulled at the corner of his mouth, very satisfied with his obedience, and softened his tone: “Come, come over and drink some water.”

Hearing Song Yu speak in such a gentle tone for the first time, Shen Qingyu was a bit unaccustomed.

Song Yu had always maintained a not-too-close, not-too-distant relationship with him. They would greet each other when they met, but other than that, there seemed to be no further development. It was as if the person who crouched in front of the stray cat and told him he wasn’t loved by his mother wasn’t Song Yu.

Even Shen Qingyu was a little fuzzy, wondering if that little incident was just a dream.

He knew Song Yu had a very strong sense of guardedness towards everyone. He had felt several times that this person was not easy to get along with, but the more he was like this, the more curious Shen Qingyu became about him, and the more he wanted to get closer.

This feeling in his heart was something he had never experienced before.

Perhaps it was the eternal restlessness for the unobtainable; Song Yu was like the unattainable moon to him.

And today, the moon was speaking to him in a gentle, almost eerie tone, and he unconsciously threw himself into this dream.

…

On the way back to school by subway, Shen Qingyu kept dozing off.

Song Yu gave up his vacant seat to him, standing nearby and watching him nod frequently like a sleepy kitten.

Wen University (Wen Da) was located in the University Town, and nearby was a snack street that almost ran through the entire area, getting very lively in the evening, especially in the summer.

The closer the station got to Wen Da, the more people got on the train.

Song Yu saw Cheng Che and a slightly familiar-looking girl standing next to him. His eyes under his spectacles flashed for a moment, and he subtly raised an eyebrow.

Shen Qingyu swayed, his head nearly hitting the handrail. Song Yu quickly put his hand to Shen Qingyu’s forehead, cushioning the pain.

“…Thank you,” Shen Qingyu rubbed his eyes and said softly. “I fell asleep just now.”

Song Yu smiled: “Didn’t you sleep well last night?”

Actually, Shen Qingyu had slept quite well. His standard for judging sleep quality was simple: a good night’s sleep meant a night without dreams.

He didn’t like the feeling of having fragmented dreams all night and waking up in the morning remembering nothing. Last night, the feeling of being enveloped in complete darkness at Song Yu’s house made him feel very secure instead.

He shook his head and joked: “Maybe I slept too well and didn’t get enough sleep.”

Clearly, Song Yu took his polite words seriously, saying earnestly: “Then you are welcome to come to my house anytime to get a good night’s sleep.”

Shen Qingyu forced a smile and quickly changed the subject, catching sight of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing his stiff expression, Song Yu followed his gaze and gave a meaningful smile: “It’s Cheng Che.”

“Yeah.” Shen Qingyu was a little disappointed. He noticed Cheng Che was talking and laughing with the tall, attractive girl beside him.

“They look like they have a good relationship,” Song Yu said ambiguously.

Cheng Che was an outgoing person, and it was normal for him to have close female friends, so Shen Qingyu wasn’t surprised.

“Could it be a girlfriend?” Song Yu dropped the bombshell with a casual air.

Shen Qingyu’s expression was momentarily distracted. He managed a smile: “No way, I haven’t heard him mention it.”

“Is that so? Then maybe I thought too much, after all…”

Song Yu’s sudden pause made Shen Qingyu’s heart skip a beat.

“After all… what?”

“After all, you two are so close, you must know him very well.”

His tone was still steady, but Shen Qingyu faintly heard a hint of gritted teeth and a sarcastic tone.

However, Song Yu’s face didn’t show much emotion. He had long since carved the mask of composure onto his face; sometimes even he himself couldn’t distinguish it.

Shen Qingyu’s expression instantly became distressed.

Perhaps his gaze was too mournful; Cheng Che quickly noticed the look, and then their eyes met across the distance.

They were in the same train car, but quite far apart.

The moment his eyes met Cheng Che’s, Shen Qingyu felt the distance between them shrink.

Cheng Che was slightly stunned, said something to the girl beside him, and then headed straight for Shen Qingyu.

Seeing him getting closer and closer, Shen Qingyu suddenly felt very nervous. He gripped the handrail, which was already cold from the air conditioning, and took a few deep breaths.

“Xiaoyu?” Cheng Che touched his head with surprise. “Did you just come back from home?”

Shen Qingyu pouted, his cheeks puffed out, and he didn’t speak, just stared mournfully at him.

Song Yu timely interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere between them: “What a coincidence, Cheng Che.”

Cheng Che had actually seen Song Yu earlier, but hadn’t thought much of it, as Song Yu always played the role of a “transparent person” and “air” in the dorm.

“You’re here too,” he said indifferently.

“Mm, we came back together.”

Cheng Che looked at Shen Qingyu in disbelief; now he couldn’t remain silent.

“We live in the same complex.”

He wasn’t lying; they indeed lived in the same complex. But both Shen Qingyu and Song Yu knew he wasn’t telling the whole truth either.

Refusing to mention spending the night at Song Yu’s house showed Shen Qingyu’s clear preference for Cheng Che.

Song Yu secretly put his hands behind his back and clenched them tightly, the dormant veins on the back of his hands bulging. His cold gaze was fixed on Shen Qingyu’s face.

It seemed his relationship with Cheng Che was much closer than he had imagined.

He’s really disobedient, little Yu-babe. He’s so easily fooled by others.

It looks like he still needs a little lesson to make him understand what “never let your guard down” means.

“Oh, so that’s it.” Cheng Che relaxed and couldn’t help but rub his head again.

Shen Qingyu struggled internally, biting his lip as he asked, “Is that girl over there your friend? Isn’t it rude to leave her alone there?”

Cheng Che looked back and saw Xu Jiajia giving him an ambiguous, mischievous smile. He helplessly told Shen Qingyu: “She’s a classmate.”

“Oh…”

“You two have a good relationship?” Song Yu asked the question Shen Qingyu cared about most for him, though when it came from his mouth, Cheng Che felt it sounded like sowing discord. “I didn’t realize you had such good female popularity.”

Cheng Che: “…”

“No,” Cheng Che explained in a fluster, afraid Shen Qingyu would misunderstand him as some kind of “central air conditioner” [a term for someone who is nice to everyone], in which case he would have a hard time explaining.

“I went to the bathing center with Chen Qiming last night, and he went to the internet cafe to play games this morning. I happened to run into Xu Jiajia at the subway station; she was talking to me about the school anniversary. Isn’t Wen Da’s centennial in July? The Physical Education College is discussing what gift to give, and our major wants to put on a few performances. She’s the cultural events officer and wanted me to convince the guys in the class to be more active.”

Song Yu’s two short sentences had elicited a long speech from Cheng Che. Shen Qingyu felt like laughing halfway through. He couldn’t hide his feelings and genuinely burst into laughter. Song Yu saw his innocent smile, and jealousy grew wildly in the dark, damp corner of his heart.