After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: “My Tolerance for Alcohol Isn’t Very Good.”…

Although Cheng Che wanted to pick Shen Qingyu up from work every day, he was sometimes too busy. Even when he finally had time, Shen Qingyu might not be working.

The day after having dinner with Cheng Che, Xu Niansheng showed up the next day with a curious expression that screamed, “I won’t ask, but you have to tell me,” constantly hovering around Shen Qingyu.

Shen Qingyu: “You…”

Xu Niansheng’s eyes widened, looking delighted: “Hmm?”

“Aren’t you tired?” Shen Qingyu handed him a hanger. “If you’re not tired, go hang up these clothes.”

Xu Niansheng’s pupils dimmed. He gave Shen Qingyu a mournful look, as if saying, “You ungrateful wretch.”

Shen Qingyu and Xu Niansheng ate lunch together. Xu Niansheng finally couldn’t hold back: “What’s your relationship with those two guys yesterday?”

Shen Qingyu looked slightly awkward. He cleared his throat and said, “What do you think?”

“…Boyfriends?” Xu Niansheng looked around nervously, like a guilty thief.

“?”

Seeing the change in Shen Qingyu’s expression, Xu Niansheng regretted that he might have said the wrong thing and wished he could smack himself.

“Do you think I’m the type of person to date two boyfriends at once?” Shen Qingyu looked at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, wondering where he had given off such a wrong impression.

“Of course not!” Xu Niansheng quickly refuted. “Wait, so you didn’t deny ‘boyfriend’?”

Shen Qingyu said, “I hadn’t had a chance to refute it yet.”

Xu Niansheng looked dejected.

“One of them is a classmate I’m not very close to, and the other… is my roommate.”

Expecting some exciting campus emotional drama, Xu Niansheng felt a little let down.

“Well, you and your roommate must be quite close then,” Xu Niansheng started pouring out his woes. “I have this one lunatic roommate who constantly picks fights with me. If it weren’t mandatory for freshmen to live in the dorm, I would’ve moved out ages ago!”

Shen Qingyu had seen too many dysfunctional dorm relationships, so he knew how lucky he was to have good roommates.

“Actually, when I first moved into my current dorm, I felt like my world was ending,” he subconsciously wanted to share his experience.

“Why?”

“I transferred dorms, right? And then there seemed to be a system error, and they put me in the P.E. students’ dorm…”

“What?” Xu Niansheng was dumbfounded. “Are you saying you’re in a mixed dorm now?”

Shen Qingyu nodded. “And they’re all P.E. majors. You don’t know how scared I was at first. The thought of all my roommates being muscular jocks made me feel hopeless…”

“And are they?” Xu Niansheng also harbored many stereotypes about P.E. students. “And do your rooms smell bad?” He covered his nose, as if already smelling the lingering odor in the air.

“…No, they don’t. All three of my roommates are very clean,” Shen Qingyu said. “At first, one of them and I really didn’t get along, but after spending more time together, I realized he wasn’t so annoying. At most, he’s…”

Shen Qingyu thought about how to describe Lu Xiao.

“Simple-minded and well-developed in the limbs?” Shen Qingyu burst out laughing after saying it. If Lu Xiao heard that, he’d definitely throw a fit. But Shen Qingyu wasn’t afraid of him anymore.

“My second roommate is the guy you saw helping me out yesterday. He and I have the best relationship!” Shen Qingyu puffed out his chest proudly.

“And the last one? I remember your school has four-person dorms,” Xu Niansheng asked curiously.

Wenda University and the Academy of Music were next to each other, and students from both schools often visited each other to eat. Wenda University’s cafeteria was the most famous in the entire university town, known for its large portions, low prices, and delicious food.

Mentioning Song Yu, Shen Qingyu lowered his gaze, looking somewhat disappointed. “The last one… he gives me a very strange feeling.”

“Oh?”

“It’s like… sometimes I feel like we’re very close, but other times I feel like he’s very cold towards me.”

“Maybe that’s just his personality?”

“Perhaps.”

After lunch, Xu Niansheng bought Shen Qingyu a cup of milk tea.

Next to the milk tea shop was a piano store. Several times, Shen Qingyu had passed by and seen a beautiful black grand piano displayed in the center.

But today, Shen Qingyu heard piano music flowing out of the store.

Shen Qingyu’s eyes lit up: “Huh? Someone is playing the piano?”

Xu Niansheng was also eager to join the fun. The two quietly approached the piano store.

“Holy cow, he’s handsome,” even Xu Niansheng, a straight man, couldn’t help but exclaim.

A young man with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a straight back sat in front of the black piano. He blocked the light, casting a large shadow, and his slender fingers danced over the black and white keys. Rich, mellow music leaped from his fingertips.

There were many children gathered around the piano, shoulder to shoulder in a circle, their eyes full of admiration.

When the music stopped, the children applauded enthusiastically.

The young man slowly turned around, as if feeling Shen Qingyu’s intense gaze, and made eye contact with him across the distance.

Shen Qingyu’s heart skipped a beat. He never knew Song Yu could play the piano.

A hint of surprise flashed in Song Yu’s eyes behind his glasses. He quickly emerged from the children’s compliments and walked toward Shen Qingyu.

“What a coincidence,” Song Yu said.

Shen Qingyu seemed to have become accustomed to the shyness of being caught staring. He waved his hand first. “You play the piano.”

“A little.”

Shen Qingyu thought he was being modest. Although he didn’t play the piano, based on Song Yu’s posture, he certainly didn’t look like he only knew a little.

“Why are you here? Are you just hanging out?”

“I work at the clothing store on the first floor. It’s my morning shift today, and I came up with a friend for lunch.” Shen Qingyu patted the dazed Xu Niansheng. “This is my friend, Xu Niansheng.”

Song Yu glanced at Xu Niansheng, greeting him expressionlessly: “Hello, I’m Song Yu.”

He didn’t really care who this person was. If Shen Qingyu hadn’t been there, he wouldn’t have bothered to look at him twice.

Xu Niansheng stammered out a greeting. He hadn’t expected Shen Qingyu’s network to be so wide that he knew someone at a random piano store.

Seeing Shen Qingyu’s curiosity, Song Yu offered an explanation: “I work at the piano store.”

Ah? What a coincidence?

It seemed there was an extremely subtle connection between him and Song Yu. Every time Shen Qingyu thought they were just ordinary roommates, Song Yu would bring him a new surprise.

Shen Qingyu murmured, “That is quite a coincidence.”

The three looked at each other, and for a moment, no one spoke.

The lunch break was almost over. Shen Qingyu and Xu Niansheng hurried back to the clothing store.

For the remaining two hours, Shen Qingyu was distracted.

Xu Niansheng noticed his low mood and deliberately moved closer to tell jokes to cheer him up.

“That guy just now, he’s the roommate I was telling you about,” Shen Qingyu sighed wistfully. “I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but I feel like our relationship is strange.”

Xu Niansheng thought, Wow, I have a suspicion that the best-looking guys in all of Wenda University are all in your dorm.

“He does look… pretty cold. Does he seem hard to get along with?”

“Not exactly,” Shen Qingyu rubbed his chin.

Song Yu gave him a strange feeling, but Shen Qingyu couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was strange, making him so anxious that he wished he could claw at the sofa.

In the days that followed, whenever Shen Qingyu ate upstairs in the mall, he would run into Song Yu.

So, Song Yu joined them, becoming Shen Qingyu’s other meal buddy. When Xu Niansheng wasn’t scheduled to work, Shen Qingyu had lunch and dinner with Song Yu.

Shen Qingyu felt their relationship had grown closer, as if he saw a reflection of himself in Song Yu.

…

On the weekend, after finishing his tutoring job, Shen Qingyu felt bored. The weeks of work had left him physically tired, so Shen Qingyu decided to invite Yang Yu out to a bar for drinks and a chat.

Yang Yu sent back a picture of himself and his boyfriend lying in bed watching a movie.

Shen Qingyu rolled his eyes, thinking, I shouldn’t have even asked! and angrily posted the screenshot on his social media.

He had a rarely used Weibo account linked to a short video app. He seldom opened it, only occasionally checking trending topics, and very few people knew about it.

After some internal struggle, Shen Qingyu opened the chat window with Song Yu.

As if by telepathy, before Shen Qingyu could send his message, a message from Song Yu popped up.

[Song Yu: Are you free now?]

[Shen Qingyu: Yes, what’s up]

[Song Yu: Let’s grab dinner together.]

Shen Qingyu blinked.

He even wondered if Song Yu had installed some app on him that could sense his thoughts. How else could the timing be so precise?

He quickly agreed.

Shen Qingyu didn’t ask why Song Yu wanted to invite him to dinner, because he didn’t know why, even before Song Yu asked, he had also thought about inviting him out to eat.

This was probably the most subtle connection between the two of them.

Shen Qingyu intentionally chose a restaurant near a bar, thinking they could smoothly transition to drinks afterward. Of course, Song Yu might not agree.

“Did I surprise you by asking suddenly?” Song Yu ate slowly and methodically, looking extremely refined.

He was wearing a white T-shirt with colorful graffiti on the back. Under the light, he looked less aloof and more gentle.

“How could you? I’m not that timid, am I?” Shen Qingyu said with a smile. “Do you want to go to the bar next door for a while after dinner?”

If he remembered correctly, this bar might be the one where Lu Xiao was performing.

He wondered if Lu Xiao would be there tonight.

Shen Qingyu glanced at his phone. Lu Xiao was uncharacteristically quiet, having not sent him a stream of messages.

Since the holiday began, Lu Xiao had been incredibly clingy, messaging him almost every day with all sorts of irrelevant things.

But Shen Qingyu never gave him the cold shoulder, always replying.

It was undeniable that chatting with Lu Xiao was quite entertaining.

“I can,” Song Yu paused, avoiding Shen Qingyu’s gaze. “My tolerance for alcohol isn’t very good.”

That’s perfect! Shen Qingyu remembered that day at the small restaurant when Song Yu indeed passed out after only a little alcohol.

Shen Qingyu thought, My tolerance isn’t great either!