After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 66

Chapter 66: [Lu Xiao: Cheng Che is talking to a girl]…

Ever since Shen Qingyu laid down his ultimatum, Lu Xiao was genuinely “deterred” by his resolve. He was afraid Shen Qingyu would actually move out, and even more afraid that Shen Qingyu would despise him. Consequently, aside from the necessary meetings in the dorm, he tried every possible way to avoid Shen Qingyu, terrified of making him angry again.

Of course, Lu Xiao also temporarily got what he wanted.

That kiss in the restroom. Although it only lasted a few seconds, it was like a clear, long-lasting mint candy, enough for him to savor for a long time.

Shen Qingyu noticed Lu Xiao’s retreat, and his strained nerves relaxed slightly. But Cheng Che’s heart remained uneasy. He understood Lu Xiao; given his personality, he would never give up easily.

Cheng Che reminded himself that he had to be vigilant at all times, never letting his guard down for a second, and absolutely not giving Lu Xiao any opportunity.

He was cautious in every way, yet he hadn’t expected Lu Xiao to resort to such a low-down dirty trick.

Shen Qingyu and Cheng Che barely had any classes in common, let alone classes in the same classroom. In contrast, Lu Xiao and Cheng Che, both being PE students, took certain courses like Military Theory and Political Ideology together. This gave Lu Xiao plenty of room to operate.

Shen Qingyu was currently in a reading class and had forgotten his dictionary, so he was forced to use his phone to look up words. However, the constant pop-up notifications from Lu Xiao at the top of his screen really affected his concentration.

So he opened the chat box with Lu Xiao and noticed that every message was a picture followed by a sentence, like an annotation.

[Lu Xiao: [Image]] [Lu Xiao: Cheng Che is talking to a girl]

[Lu Xiao: [Image]] [Lu Xiao: Look how happily he’s smiling with the girl]

[Lu Xiao: [Image]] [Lu Xiao: A girl sat next to him and he didn’t refuse]

[Lu Xiao: [Image]] [Lu Xiao: Someone asked for his contact information]

…

There were about a dozen such messages.

Shen Qingyu quickly scrolled through them and found that even the pictures he sent were full of unspoken ulterior motives.

Every photo, whether Cheng Che was talking or smiling, was distorted in some way. Either his eyes were closed while his mouth was open, or his eyes were squinted, and his mouth was crooked.

If Cheng Che himself saw these pictures, he would want to murder the sender and destroy the evidence. How much effort must Lu Xiao have put into taking these photos?

Shen Qingyu sighed helplessly, glancing at the teacher speaking eloquently on the podium, and quickly replied: [Stop playing on your phone and study!]

Mentioning “study” made Lu Xiao go silent. Then, after about ten minutes, he resumed sending ugly photos of Cheng Che, subtly adding some bad-mouthing on the side.

However, Cheng Che soon discovered these chat messages.

It wasn’t that he was checking Shen Qingyu’s phone; rather, Shen Qingyu came back to the dorm and took a shower, wetting his hands. He didn’t pick up the phone himself but asked Cheng Che to hand it to him. Cheng Che was standing right next to him, helping him dry his hair, and when he lowered his head, he saw the chat messages between him and Lu Xiao.

Even without opening the photos, Cheng Che felt his vision darken and quickly explained:

“Damn it, what’s wrong with him? Why is he secretly taking pictures of me during class?”

“Xiao Yu, that girl talking to me is our class monitor. I was helping Chen Qiming ask her if she finished the English homework… I was smiling because she was telling an embarrassing story about Chen Qiming. A girl sitting next to me… the classroom is a public area, I can’t just kick her out, can I? I didn’t give her my contact info, and I even told her I have a partner…”

Cheng Che was so anxious that his words became a little incoherent. Shen Qingyu smiled as he listened, and only when he finished did he pat his shoulder to soothe him: “I know, I never believed any of what Lu Xiao said. I know what kind of person you are, and I trust you.”

Shen Qingyu’s eyes were sparkling, like they held starlight, making Cheng Che’s heart melt into a puddle. He gently hugged Shen Qingyu, letting out a sigh of contentment.

“My hair is still wet, don’t get your clothes damp,” Shen Qingyu whispered.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” No matter what he said, Cheng Che just wanted to hold him tightly right now.

…

That evening, Shen Qingyu was lying in bed scrolling through videos. He hadn’t yet watched the ones Song Yu had forwarded to him in the past few days.

[Mom Cheng: Xiao Yu, do you have time to chat now?]

Seeing the message from Mom Cheng, Shen Qingyu sat up straight on the bed like a startled carp, his back perfectly straight, as if Mom Cheng was sitting right across from him. He took a deep breath, carefully choosing his words before replying.

[Shen Qingyu: I do, Auntie. What’s wrong?]

[Mom Cheng: You and Cheng Che live in the same dorm. Do you know if he’s been close to any girls lately?]

Shen Qingyu was momentarily stunned, not understanding what Mom Cheng meant.

[Mom Cheng: He seems to be dating recently, but he’s being secretive and won’t tell us. His father and I are both very curious what kind of girl she is.]

Through the screen, Shen Qingyu could feel Mom Cheng’s undisguised expectation.

Shen Qingyu lowered his eyelids, a sour bitterness rising in his heart. He felt restless, wondering… if Mom Cheng knew that the person dating Cheng Che wasn’t the girl she imagined but himself, how would she react?

Shen Qingyu procrastinated for a long time, unable to think of an answer. He could only honestly reply: “I’m not quite sure.”

Mom Cheng quickly replied, her words laced with disappointment: “Alright. It’s getting late, Xiao Yu. Get some rest.”

Shen Qingyu replied with a sweet little bunny goodnight emoji, turned off his phone, and stared intently at his bed curtain.

The door was pushed open with a soft “creak,” and Song Yu returned, wearing a black jacket. For some reason, Shen Qingyu suddenly wanted to talk to him. It felt as if hearing Song Yu’s cool, calm voice could smooth away all the unrest and agitation in his heart.

He also wished he could be like Song Yu, calm and unperturbed regardless of the person or situation.

Just as he was about to wave hello to Song Yu, Shen Qingyu noticed that his walking posture was somewhat strange. He blinked, thinking he might have seen wrong.

But… Song Yu did seem to be walking with a slight limp.

“Song Yu,” Shen Qingyu called out.

He stopped and pushed up his glasses. His sleeve slid down a few inches, and Shen Qingyu faintly caught a glimpse of a bruise on his wrist that quickly disappeared.

“What’s wrong with your leg?”

Song Yu avoided his gaze and said softly, “Nothing, maybe I sat too long in the library and it’s a bit numb.”

Shen Qingyu said “Oh.” “Is that so…”

He didn’t think much of it and lay back down on his bed, letting his thoughts wander. A little while later, Shen Qingyu fell asleep. It wasn’t even time for the lights out yet. Cheng Che finished washing up, saw that he was asleep without even drawing his curtains, smiled indulgently, and gently turned off the light.

Usually, Lu Xiao would be playing games and yelling loudly at this time, but tonight he was wearing headphones and didn’t say a word.

In the middle of the night, Shen Qingyu had a bizarre dream. He dreamt of a fierce, monstrous creature whose face he couldn’t see, staring at him with vicious eyes, as if wanting to tear him apart and chew him up. Shen Qingyu struggled violently in bed, suddenly opening his eyes, meeting a pair of calm but bottomless, deep eyes.

His heart fluttered violently. Shen Qingyu shrunk back, clutching his blanket tightly, a scream stuck in his throat. He suddenly realized it was Song Yu standing by his bed.

Exhaling a breath, Shen Qingyu’s voice trembled: “What are you doing standing here…”

“You were talking in your sleep just now.” His voice was faint but extremely penetrating.

Shen Qingyu instantly felt very embarrassed. He released the blanket and smiled sheepishly: “Ah? Was I… Did I wake you up?”

Song Yu didn’t answer.

Shen Qingyu felt even more awkward, touching his neck: “I’m sorry. Maybe I haven’t been sleeping well recently.”

The reason he completely believed Song Yu was because in high school, when he was under a lot of study pressure, he occasionally talked in his sleep, but he hadn’t done so since going to university. Moreover, Song Yu’s gaze was very serious and sincere, not at all like he was lying, which made him involuntarily trust what he said.

“It’s fine. Go to sleep,” Song Yu said.

Shen Qingyu drew his bed curtains but tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Consequently, he nearly dozed off during his professional class the next day. When the teacher called on him to answer a question, it was Song Anran who tapped his back, making him jump awake, almost answering the question incorrectly.

Shen Qingyu didn’t sleep well for several nights in a row, afraid of talking in his sleep again and disturbing others.

Remembering that he had bought melatonin before, Shen Qingyu searched his medicine box for a long time but couldn’t find it. Just as he was fretting, Song Yu suddenly said, “I have sleeping pills.”

“Do you have insomnia too?” Shen Qingyu couldn’t believe that Song Yu, whose routine was so regular that he hardly seemed like a young person, also suffered from insomnia.

Song Yu softly “Mhm’d,” handed him the medicine, and cautioned him not to take too much.

Shen Qingyu only took half a pill and slept very well that night. He woke up the next day feeling refreshed and bought some fruit, thinking of sharing it with his roommates.

When he approached Lu Xiao, Lu Xiao was still staring intently at his phone screen, seemingly unaware of him.

But as soon as Shen Qingyu reached out his hand, Lu Xiao immediately opened his hand to receive the fruit, not forgetting to subtly brush the palm of Shen Qingyu’s hand with his pinky finger where others couldn’t see. The act of taking advantage was very skillful, suggesting he must have secretly practiced for this moment.

Shen Qingyu let out a displeased “Tsk.” Lu Xiao turned his head away and continued looking at his phone.

Compared to Lu Xiao, Song Yu was very mindful when accepting the fruit, yet he still accidentally brushed Shen Qingyu’s fingertip. Song Yu’s hand was a bit cold. Shen Qingyu often felt he was like a cold-blooded animal.

After distributing the fruit to everyone, Shen Qingyu was about to climb into bed when he suddenly saw an ID card dropped on the floor. He crouched down to pick it up and saw that even Song Yu’s ID photo was so… meticulous. What shocked Shen Qingyu even more was that the date of birth on his ID card was exactly one week away!

So Song Yu’s birthday was at the end of October? Was he a Scorpio?

Shen Qingyu had a very strong impression of Scorpios because Yang Yu once dated a Scorpio boyfriend. That person looked thin and frail, wore glasses, yet Yang Yu complained with a blush that his sex drive was terrifyingly strong, and he often had to beg for mercy from the exhaustion.

Of course, Shen Qingyu had expressed that he didn’t want to know these explicit details when Yang Yu shared them, but he simply couldn’t withstand Yang Yu’s strong desire to share. Yang Yu even strongly recommended that Shen Qingyu should also date a Scorpio—a reserved, sexually charged boyfriend—in the future.