After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Transformation – A Beagle Still in Its Best-Before Date…

Frankly, Cheng Che’s nervousness made Shen Qingyu feel very relieved.

He craned his neck, trying hard to see all the micro-expressions on Cheng Che’s face, then asked with a smile, “So, are you going to sign up for a performance?”

Shen Qingyu had also heard about the school anniversary, but his Foreign Languages major was mostly female students, so it probably wouldn’t be his turn to be chosen for a performance. Furthermore, he wasn’t the type to like showing off in front of a crowd.

Cheng Che hesitated: “Maybe? If no one else signs up, I might have to.”

“Then are you going to play the guitar?”

Shen Qingyu had noticed the guitar next to Cheng Che’s bed, the second bunk, since the day he moved in, but he had never seen him play it.

Cheng Che’s face flushed. He rubbed his neck awkwardly and said, “I taught myself the guitar; my level is very ordinary. If you want to listen, I’ll play for you next time, but for signing up… maybe not.”

“Teaching yourself is already amazing!” Shen Qingyu gave him plenty of emotional encouragement.

“I only started teaching myself after the college entrance exam. I’ve been too busy this semester and haven’t even opened it yet.”

Shen Qingyu understood him completely. He had also signed up for a dance class on a whim after the college entrance exam, but he got tired after a few visits. His body was flexible, but he was slow to memorize moves and his reaction time was poor. Every time he practiced, he’d be drenched in sweat, and he stopped going after a few times.

Shen Qingyu clearly had more to talk about with Cheng Che; once they started chatting, they couldn’t stop. Song Yu, not being a particularly eloquent or sociable person, could only silently listen to their heated conversation.

How could he not be jealous? In front of Cheng Che, Shen Qingyu was lively and vibrant, and his smile was far brighter than the one he showed Song Yu.

Song Yu silently pushed up his glasses, his thick eyelashes slightly lowered.

And he, Song Yu, could only trace Shen Qingyu’s back in the dark, airless corner.

After exiting the subway, Shen Qingyu realized that Song Yu hadn’t spoken for a long time. He looked back and found Song Yu trailing behind him like a small tail, his walking posture somewhat constrained, seemingly unaccustomed to such an occasion.

Shen Qingyu suddenly felt a bit guilty. After all, Song Yu had given him a place to stay last night, yet he had been chatting away with Cheng Che and completely forgotten about Song Yu.

Perhaps he’s not aloof, just inarticulate and not good at socializing.

Shen Qingyu stopped walking, and Cheng Che stopped with him: “What’s wrong, Xiaoyu?”

“Song Yu,” Shen Qingyu called his name, pulling him out of his introspection. “I want to get some cake. Do you want to come with us?”

He had assumed Song Yu would definitely agree, but unexpectedly, Song Yu gave Shen Qingyu a faint look and said, “You two go ahead. I’m heading back to school first.”

Shen Qingyu was stunned, awkwardly touching his bangs, revealing his beautiful, bright eyes completely.

“Oh, okay then…”

“Mm.” He nodded, brushed past Shen Qingyu’s shoulder, and walked briskly out of sight.

“Shall we go then? I heard there’s a new lychee mille-crepe cake these two days,” Cheng Che said, unconcerned by Song Yu’s coldness. This was the “normal” Song Yu.

It was just Shen Qingyu who seemed a little hard to accept it.

The corners of Shen Qingyu’s mouth drooped. He responded without much enthusiasm: “Then let’s get the lychee mille-crepe. I haven’t tried it.”

Cheng Che sighed internally. In his opinion, Shen Qingyu was pretty and had a gentle personality, he was thin-skinned and especially easy to talk to. He truly couldn’t understand why someone could be so “cold-hearted,” flat-out rejecting his invitation. Although Cheng Che thought this was a good thing—at least it proved Song Yu had no ulterior motives toward him.

He patted the back of Shen Qingyu’s head and gently ruffled his hair a few times: “Let’s go.”

All the way, Shen Qingyu was pondering why Song Yu had rejected him. He wasn’t one to easily dwell on things, but just last night, Song Yu had gently invited him to stay over, and a drunken Song Yu had even rested his head on his lap, their actions intimate and ambiguous… yet upon waking up, their boundaries were starkly clear again. Shen Qingyu felt it was strange, and he felt a sense of loss.

Never mind, Shen Qingyu silently sighed. Maybe he simply didn’t want to walk any further, and besides, he had a rigorous daily schedule of studying at the library and preparing to switch majors, so he certainly valued time more than Shen Qingyu did.

Shen Qingyu quickly cheered himself up and happily followed Cheng Che to buy a little cake.

…

The dorm room was empty.

Lu Xiao is actually not here? Shen Qingyu thought, surprised.

He had been prepared to return and engage in a war of words with Lu Xiao, but surprisingly, he wasn’t in the dorm.

After finishing the cake, Cheng Che proactively took out the trash and coincidentally ran into Chen Qiming’s roommate.

“Che-zi, where did Xiaoming go?”

“He went online gaming with Lu Xiao.”

“Oh, the Youjia internet cafe outside school?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, I’ll go find them. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

The dorm door was left open, and Shen Qingyu heard everything clearly.

So he went online gaming, no wonder he wasn’t in the dorm.

Does that mean he’s in a good mood?

Shen Qingyu let out a sigh of relief. That’s just perfect! He really didn’t want to argue with Lu Xiao anymore; every time, it nearly killed him with anger.

His attitude toward Lu Xiao was actually quite complex now. Shen Qingyu’s personality was gentle, but he wouldn’t back down when he needed to be firm. For years, he vaguely had an ideal type in mind, generally the tall, brave, and cheerful kind. So, in some ways, Lu Xiao’s physical appearance fit the bill. It was just his personality: too impulsive, quick-tempered, and a bit childish, needing to be placated, just like raising a little wolfdog that needs to be taken out for a walk every day—it was truly exhausting.

However, he couldn’t completely negate Lu Xiao as a person. He had a hunch that if he was trained well, the little wolfdog could turn into a loyal dog.

But that would take a lot of time and energy.

He wondered who could tame such a wolfdog.

Shen Qingyu was quite curious.

…

In the afternoon, Cheng Che was called to the counselor’s office, leaving Shen Qingyu alone in the dorm.

He hadn’t updated his video channel for a while, and the comment section and private messages were filled with lovely fans “hungry for content.”

It wasn’t convenient to post explicit content in the dorm, but Shen Qingyu was in a good mood and wanted to try a different style of video for a change.

For example, the recently popular “Stomping Transformation Challenge.”

This was his first attempt at a transformation challenge, and Shen Qingyu tried it several times before reluctantly choosing a suitable take.

Privacy was paramount, so Shen Qingyu not only used stickers to cover his face but also blurred the background.

He was prepared for fans to tease him for being perfunctory when he posted it, but he unexpectedly received a wave of positive reviews and even a new boost in traffic.

Shen Qingyu pondered over it repeatedly before realizing that the traffic boost might be because he finally remembered to add tags.

#Transformation #DK

Shen Qingyu had specifically chosen a school-style short-sleeved shirt with a blue tie, paired with dark blue trousers for the lower half—a relatively traditional uniform.

He watched the video over and over, couldn’t find any issues, and then started scrolling through the comment section.

“If I didn’t know Xiaoyumao is gay, I’d seriously call him husband!! /heart eyes”

“Host, host, which brand is this uniform from? Can you share the link?”

“Is the baby switching tracks? This kind of transformation video suits you too!”

“No, Xiaoyumao’s waist is my spiritual food, please feed me /pity”

…

Shen Qingyu had just changed back into his pajamas when Lu Xiao returned.

He didn’t even look at Shen Qingyu, slamming the door as he went into the bathroom to shower, filled with suppressed anger. When he came out, he noticed Shen Qingyu wasn’t looking at him at all, which made him even angrier. He swaggered in front of him with his upper body naked, forcing Shen Qingyu to pull his bed curtains shut to keep him out of sight.

This action completely ignited Lu Xiao’s fury; his chest ached with anger. He proceeded to blow-dry his hair with the door open and loudly drag his chair to make noise, determined to attract Shen Qingyu’s attention.

Shen Qingyu, lying on his bed reviewing vocabulary, felt a constant buzzing in his ears; it was maddeningly loud. He truly felt Lu Xiao was just a Beagle still in its best-before date (immature and loud).

Shen Qingyu reached his limit, yanked open the curtain, and demanded: “Could you be a little quieter!”

Finally gaining attention, Lu Xiao proudly said, “Fine.”

Shen Qingyu: “…” He was actually that agreeable?

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” Lu Xiao put on his pajamas; there were still water droplets on his body, and the pajamas clung tightly to his muscle lines. Shen Qingyu nearly couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“?”

“Where exactly were you last night, and why did you hang up on me this morning?”

Whether it was his imagination or not, Shen Qingyu actually heard a hint of hurt in his tone.

“I went to my aunt’s house for her birthday yesterday,” Shen Qingyu lied without blinking. “I even bought presents for my cousin and my uncle.”

Lu Xiao looked at his expression suspiciously. “Was that person your younger brother?”

Shen Qingyu neither nodded nor shook his head, just stared straight at him: “So what exactly are you angry about? Just because I didn’t come back to the dorm last night?”

Lu Xiao panicked, because he didn’t know why he was angry, agitated, or why he had wanted so badly to reach through the phone and beat up the “lover” he imagined until he begged for mercy.

“Or… is it that you have feelings for me…” Shen Qingyu narrowed his eyes, his expression dangerous, deliberately being vague.

As expected, Lu Xiao immediately grew anxious: “What nonsense are you talking about!”

In his panic, he accidentally kicked a chair, producing a loud “Duang” sound. Shen Qingyu’s foot hurt just hearing it, but Lu Xiao didn’t react; his expression was blank, and he hastily left the dorm.

Looking at his retreating figure, Shen Qingyu flashed a victorious smile.

How amusing. What can you, a homophobic straight man, compare to me? Shen Qingyu thought.

…

Past Midnight, Men’s Dormitory C-Wing, Room 917.

Amidst the steady breathing sounds, a few heavy, turbid gasps could be heard.

Shen Qingyu’s video was very heavily covered up; aside from his pale neck and his occasionally raised arms, almost no skin was exposed.

Yet, Song Yu felt this video was more alluring than any he had previously posted.

Stomping, raising his hand, swaying his waist.

Song Yu’s hot breath lingered on the phone screen, condensing into a thin layer of moisture. Through this layer of moisture was his little Yu-babe, the subject of his constant thoughts.

Glistening drops of sweat rolled down his lower abdomen, finally flowing into the unfathomable jungle.

Song Yu’s trembling arms were veined and engorged, as if about to burst forth at any moment.

He lifted his phone, clicking the shutter button several times in the dark, and a hideous picture, filled with wild, animalistic desire, was quickly sent to Shen Qingyu.

This was the first “joint photo” of him and Shen Qingyu.

He hoped little Yu-babe would cherish it well.