After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Apology – “Trying to seduce me again?”

Shen Qingyu really wanted to call the number and give the sender a minutes-long, classic Chinese scolding. His finger hovered over the dial pad for several seconds before he angrily blocked the number.

He felt like his chest was about to explode with anger, but he was mostly angry at himself for being so easy to bully.

Messing with Shen Qingyu was truly like… kicking a cotton ball.

Frustrated, he finished his two reading classes and met up with a friend to eat at the cafeteria.

Yang Yu and Shen Qingyu had been good friends in high school. Their relationship grew even closer after they were accepted into the same university. He was similar to Shen Qingyu but, being an art student, was more open about his sexuality. He had come out to his family in high school, and in the half-year he had been in college, he had already dated four or five boyfriends.

His type was very specific and consistent, from the first to the most recent: tall, large, muscular men with great physiques.

Yang Yu was dressed flamboyantly and wore a light layer of foundation. He was about the same height as Shen Qingyu but was ten pounds lighter, making him look petite—the kind of person who could be instantly identified as a bottom (0) in a crowd.

“So, so, tell me how wonderful it is that you moved into the jock dorm!” Yang Yu immediately linked arms with him. The air was filled with a sweet perfume, Yang Yu’s usual favorite, Miss Dior.

Shen Qingyu complained: “Wonderful, my foot. You don’t know, there’s one person who is particularly hateful. He seems to know I’m gay, his attitude is terrible, and he says some awful things. The thought of sleeping in the same room as him makes me want to collapse.”

“No way?” Yang Yu sounded exaggeratedly shocked. “Our little Yu is so pretty, loved by everyone—how could anyone resist him?”

“Seriously, if I were a top (1), I’d definitely pursue you relentlessly.”

Shen Qingyu’s lustrous eyes curved into a smile: “Then a 0/0 relationship isn’t out of the question, is it?”

Yang Yu quickly made an “X” with his hands in front of him: “Let’s forget that. You probably couldn’t satisfy me.”

The two ordered their food and immediately looked for an empty spot.

The cafeteria was packed at noon, making the air stagnant. Shen Qingyu stood on his tiptoes to look around and spotted a four-person table with three empty seats.

Shen Qingyu quickly walked over, surprised to find Song Yu sitting there.

For some reason, seeing him made Shen Qingyu feel a little nervous.

Yang Yu had noticed Song Yu earlier. He nudged Shen Qingyu from behind and whispered, “Go on, hurry up.”

His tone was like urging Shen Qingyu to pounce on the handsome guy immediately.

Shen Qingyu felt pressured. He said awkwardly, “Song Yu, is this spot taken? Can my friend and I eat here?”

Song Yu paused, his hand gripping his chopsticks, and slowly lifted his head.

This simple movement seemed to occur in slow motion to Shen Qingyu.

He nodded expressionlessly. His narrow eyes were hidden behind his glasses. Shen Qingyu couldn’t read his eyes, only feeling a cold, distant alienation, as if the two of them were not on the same dimension. This distance made Shen Qingyu want to get closer, but getting closer meant hitting a wall, and hitting a wall made him want to get closer even more… a cycle of desire.

Song Yu’s broad, strong, and distinct-knuckled hand smoothly pulled out a napkin and elegantly wiped his mouth. The entire sequence took no more than five seconds.

“Thank you! Then we…” Before Shen Qingyu could finish saying “can eat together,” Song Yu picked up his tray, crumpled the plastic bag from his disposable chopsticks in his palm, and walked toward the tray return without looking back.

Shen Qingyu stared awkwardly at his slender, upright back, failing to recover for a long time.

Yang Yu let out a malicious “Ooooh~,” a winding, drawn-out sound that circled into Shen Qingyu’s ears.

“You startled me!”

“If I didn’t startle you, I think your heart would have flown away with him.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Shen Qingyu scolded.

“Tsk tsk tsk, still shy, are we?” Yang Yu sat across from him and encouraged: “Such a handsome, charismatic, ‘High Mountain Flower’—if you don’t go for it, you’re not gay!”

Shen Qingyu quickly covered his mouth: “Keep your voice down!”

Yang Yu struggled for a moment before Shen Qingyu released him. “I heard you call his name. Do you know him?”

“He’s my roommate. But we haven’t actually talked.”

Yang Yu detected a hint of disappointment in his voice. “He definitely looks very sexually cold… Forget it. You don’t need a man like that! Although, speaking of which, the more sexually cold a guy looks, the more durable and fierce he is in bed.”

Shen Qingyu: “…”

“Do you want Master Yang to teach you how to chase men?”

“No.” Shen Qingyu refused decisively. Perhaps because he had been pursued by countless people since childhood, or because he had extreme confidence in himself, Shen Qingyu scorned the idea of pursuing others.

“Right, with looks like yours, what man can’t you have? Just let that ‘High Mountain Flower’ stay on the mountain in abstinence!”

Shen Qingyu laughed out loud.

…

After eating, the two walked and chatted.

“If you weren’t averse to muscular men, I’d really want to introduce a few to you,” Yang Yu lamented. “My best friend hasn’t even opened for business yet. It’s unbelievable.”

“Does it really feel that good?” Shen Qingyu’s thick eyelashes fluttered, curiosity in his eyes.

Yang Yu’s preference (XP) was for muscular men, preferably the kind who could lift him with one hand. He had mentioned that his current boyfriend had excellent stats and that they were very compatible in all aspects.

“It’s simply indescribable!” Yang Yu blushed, which was rare. “Muscles, great stamina… Ugh! You haven’t experienced it, so you definitely won’t understand.”

As he listened, Shen Qingyu’s mind drifted. He found himself thinking of Lu Xiao amidst Yang Yu’s description.

He couldn’t help but picture Lu Xiao’s firm, bulging back muscles, and how his lower body tightened when he bent over—the wildness Lu Xiao embodied was fully displayed.

If he kept thinking this way, his brain would probably be filled with explicit thoughts. Shen Qingyu quickly interrupted him: “Okay, okay, stop talking now.”

Yang Yu, whose fantasy was interrupted, huffed twice and reached out a wicked hand to pinch Shen Qingyu’s cheek.

Amidst their playful banter, Shen Qingyu retreated two steps backward, suddenly bumping into a mass of bulging chest muscle. The firm-yet-soft texture made him stop.

The person he bumped into was much taller than him. Shen Qingyu craned his neck, meeting a pair of eyes filled with anger.

Lu Xiao was annoyed by the thoughtless person who bumped into him. He irritably ground his back teeth, ready to push the soft bundle of a person away, when he suddenly saw Shen Qingyu’s flushed cheeks.

It wasn’t that Lu Xiao was overthinking, but Shen Qingyu’s appearance right now was simply too… tempting.

—Fine, soft hair draped over his forehead, with a few disobedient strands sticking up on top. His long sideburns covered his reddened ear tips. His clear, fawn-like eyes were bright and shimmering, the corners and eyebrows slightly turned up. His full, pink lips were slightly parted, exuding a certain seductiveness, as if daring anyone not to be captivated by him.

Lu Xiao was so startled by this thought that his scalp tingled. Without a word, he grabbed the hood of Shen Qingyu’s sweatshirt from behind, pulling him back to a less intimate distance.

He cursed under his breath and judged Shen Qingyu with a condescending gaze.

Very good, not even wearing a mask. Trying to seduce me again?

Lu Xiao sneered disdainfully, crossing his arms and watching him in a lazy manner.

Shen Qingyu gripped the hem of his clothes, trying to glare back fiercely, but quickly wilted, remembering that he had accidentally bumped into Lu Xiao.

Lu Xiao had probably just woken up and was looking for food. Even his loose, gray pajamas couldn’t hide his muscular lines.

Yang Yu held his breath nearby, pinching his inner thigh, afraid of interrupting the intense tension between the two.

Lu Xiao said hoarsely: “Speak.”

“Sp-speak what?” Shen Qingyu glared at him warily.

“Apologize. You bumped into me. Don’t you think you should apologize?” Lu Xiao said in a sarcastic tone.

“I didn’t do it on purpose.” Shen Qingyu’s face was bright red. “I’m sorry.”

“What? I didn’t hear you. Speak louder.”

“I’M SORRY!” he said quickly.

“You can’t talk properly. I can’t hear you.”

“You…” Lu Xiao was being utterly unreasonable and antagonistic, making Shen Qingyu furious.

“Oh, quite a temper you have.” Lu Xiao was intrigued. He took two steps closer, his tall figure blocking the light above Shen Qingyu, casting a shadow over him.

“What do I mean? I was about to ask what you mean. Is this how you apologize?” he said mockingly. His eyes suddenly darted to the gay man standing next to Shen Qingyu—yes, he easily determined that the person was gay.

They seemed quite close, standing near each other. When Lu Xiao approached, Shen Qingyu instinctively pressed against Yang Yu. In Lu Xiao’s interpretation, this move added a layer of disdainful disgust.

Shen Qingyu stammered, about to shout the words “I’m sorry,” when he heard Lu Xiao clap his hands together as if brushing off dust. His eyes flickered between Shen Qingyu and Yang Yu, and he lightly tossed out the word “Disgusting,” before walking away.

Yang Yu stared at his retreating back and complained: “Hey, what kind of person is that!”

Shen Qingyu said angrily: “He’s the hateful roommate I told you about!”

“That personality is too vile! He seriously thinks he’s hot stuff,” Yang Yu rolled his eyes hard. “So what if he’s a little handsome and a little fit?”

Shen Qingyu: “…” Are you complimenting him or complimenting him?

“Bad luck! What kind of people are in your dorm? First, there’s one who ignores everyone, then there’s one with a foul mouth. God! I’m truly collapsing for your future life.”

Shen Qingyu nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at rice: “But it’s okay, my other roommate is really nice!”

“Oh? Let me see how nice.”

Shen Qingyu was afraid of bumping into anyone else, so he nervously looked left and right, secretly showing Cheng Che’s profile picture to Yang Yu.

“This is him.”

“Number 18, Cheng Che… Hmm… Such a familiar name.”

Yang Yu tapped his head a few times: “I remember! Isn’t that Cheng Che from the school basketball team?”

“Probably. He said he plays basketball.”

“He’s very famous in school! He became famous overnight after the game against the Engineering College last time! The school confession wall went crazy, and for the subsequent games, the girls watching filled the entire stadium!”

Shen Qingyu nodded blankly, then couldn’t help but ask, “Does our school still have an outdated thing like a confession wall? Also, are you exaggerating again? Do college students really give up their rest time to watch basketball games?”

“Of course they do! You’re a regular on the confession wall too, but they only call you ‘Baby Wife.’ No one has said they want to sleep with you.”

“…”

“It’s really no exaggeration! If you don’t believe me, look at the photos!” Yang Yu scrolled through thousands of photos and pulled up one. The stadium in the photo was indeed crowded. Yang Yu made a heart sign on his face with a bright smile in the selfie. Behind him was Cheng Che in a bright red jersey.

Yang Yu chuckled: “Let me see what you two were talking about!”

He snatched the phone away, reading avidly and even reciting aloud: “I~ will~ pro~tect~ you~ If he doesn’t have a thing for you, I’ll shave my head while standing on my head! Jocks are good, jocks are great. Jocks can go eight times a night, and they’re rock-hard!”

Shen Qingyu lunged to reclaim his phone, fleeing in embarrassment and anger.